Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 489 Thunderstorm Night

After leaving Jeffrey's room, I followed Carter back to ours. As he closed the door behind us, I asked, "What's really going on? Are you and Dad planning something?"

Carter cupped my face gently. "There's nothing for you to worry about. Dad just said that pregnant women shouldn't stay up late. Go take a shower and rest."

"But..."

Before I could finish, he led me toward the bathroom. "Carl, I'm not at the point where I can't take care of myself. I can manage a shower."

"Fine," he said, relenting slightly. "But tomorrow, I'll have Damian add an extra layer of non-slip mats in the bathroom and put a carpet in the bedroom. It's better to be cautious."

Though it seemed a little much, I knew he was just being thoughtful, so I did not argue. "Okay."

"Be careful when you get up after your shower," he added.

"I know, Honey."

I stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "I'll be careful, but if there's any news from Whitney, you have to tell me right away."

"I will," he promised.

As he stepped out, I realized he had skillfully avoided answering my question.

What exactly had Jeffrey meant earlier? Were they planning something involving Alisa?

Recently, I spent most of my time with Whitney during her treatment at Sergio's. What had they been up to at home?

Maybe Carter did not want to tell me because he was afraid I would stress over it.

And honestly, what could I do right now? I wasn't in a position to help-I'd only end up being a burden. For now, I decided to listen to Carter and get some rest.

The night stretched wide and endless, yet it seemed no one had a child as big as mine.

After my shower, I felt refreshed.

A cool breeze swept into the room, making the curtains flutter wildly

I walked toward the window, my nightgown swaying gently with the breeze.

I glanced at the yard below. Everything seemed normal, nothing out of the ordinary.

Shaking my head, I dismissed my thoughts as overthinking.

the blanket, I felt an unusual calm. I did not need a psychologist anymore-insomnia would no longer haunt

my thoughts spiral, sleep took over the moment my head hit

in the middle of the night, a deafening

my eyes flew open. Carter's soothing voice quickly followed, "Don't

Through the window, I could barely make out the shadows of trees swaying wildly, their

from the sky as

hoarse, I murmured, "Carl, was that

"It's pouring outside.

sky, turning

instinctively nestled closer

window with a pensive

me, his voice gentle,

"Okay."

ears with his hands, muffling the thunder and lightning, creating a cocoon of safety that

world. In the

I had discovered, has its quirks. For me, it had improved my sleep like nothing

I had developed an unusual fondness for deep,

grew larger in these later stages, sleeping at night

from the bed.

stepping on clouds.

belly had not grown significantly yet, all the sharp corners

and the shower gel was

months left until delivery, he had

touched my belly. "Babies, your dad

stepped out.

refreshing scent of

stood nearby. "Good morning, Mrs.

let Whitney leave.

time, I had been furious, repeatedly reminding

failed, I

was not his fault. He was not defying me he was following Carl's instructions. I shouldn't

Damian, for hitting you

as he waved his hands in denial. "No, no! I failed your orders, so I deserved it. You did nothing wrong, Mrs.

This silly boy.

genuine response only made me feel more

sweet to love. I couldn't let him grow

is ready, Mrs. Bolton," Damian said,