Substitute Wife For The Blind CEO

Chapter 155: Morning Sickness

Warm sunlight streamed gently into the spacious bedroom, wrapping the air in a soft, golden glow. Outside, birds chirped faintly in the garden, and a breeze rustled the leaves, creating a peaceful melody that drifted through the partially open window.

Ruby stirred beneath the plush white sheets, her lashes fluttering before she slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, the world was quiet—too quiet even.

Then, she felt the softness of the pillows around her, the faint scent of fresh roses wafting from the bedside vase, and the unmistakable warmth of someone nearby.

She turned her head. There, sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed was Stefan. Watching her. She could swear she’d seen worry lines etched on his face when her eyes met his face but it had transformed into a smile before she could make anything of it.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he murmured, his voice low and soft.

Ruby smiled sleepily, stretching under the covers. "You’re staring," she said, her voice still husky from sleep.

"I always stare at things that make my heart feel full," he replied with a small smile.

Her heart gave a gentle flutter. Even now, with all the things they’d been through, he still found ways to say things that melted her.

She sat up slowly, brushing her tousled hair back. "How long have you been sitting there?"

"Long enough," Stefan replied, reaching for the tray he’d placed on the bedside table. "But I wasn’t going to let you get out of bed without breakfast today."

Ruby’s brows lifted in surprise as she saw the tray—stacked pancakes, fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. Everything was plated neatly, as if he’d taken his time.

Her heart softened again. Ruby reached for the fork, touched. "Thank you," she whispered.

As she started eating, Stefan leaned back against the headboard beside her, his arm loosely draped behind her. She leaned into him without thinking, the silence between them comfortable.

Just as she scooped a forkful of eggs and tried eating it, she paused as her fork froze halfway to her mouth.

A sudden, uncomfortable wave rolled through her stomach.

She blinked once. Then again and then it hit her.

Oh no.

"Ruby?" Stefan asked, his brows furrowing slightly as he noticed her stillness.

"I—" she started, but clapped a hand over her mouth as her face paled.

Without another word, she shoved the tray aside and scrambled out of bed, rushing straight into the bathroom.

feet in an instant, hovering near the

a

Ruby emerged, her face

of her hand to her mouth. "I just... it hit me out

gently, his hand coming up

pancakes." Then her nose scrunched up,

eggs?" he repeated,

the bed. "Yeah... I think the smell triggered it. I was fine until then, but the second I started scooped them and inhaled

looked horrified. "I’m so sorry. I didn’t know they’d make you

smile. "How would you have known? I didn’t

beside her again, reaching for her hand and lacing his fingers through hers. "Okay, no more

maybe not until the baby stops

softened at the word baby. Every time she said it, his chest tightened with wonder. "Still surreal, isn’t it?"

But knowing you’re here through it all makes

here," he promised, kissing the top of her head. "Even if I have to remake breakfast ten different times till

tomorrow,

fruit it is," he

the video. Perhaps he should just

this morning?" she asked casually as she sliced into a piece

spoken to her best friend since last night, and something about that didn’t sit right

slightly. Barely noticeable—but not to

called earlier," he said, keeping his tone light. "She’s out with Ethan. Said they

blinked, setting her fork down. "She didn’t say anything about

decided this morning," Stefan added

not questioning it further.

Or... did she?

eating. "Did

told me to let

"She

the garden area or try out new spots in Zeden she hadn’t seen yet. By the time she finished breakfast, her heart felt lighter, the affection between

freshening up and changing into a comfortable linen dress, Ruby joined Stefan in the living room. The space was airy and

bowed slightly, fingers moving across his phone screen. His jaw was

him silently for a

No teasing. No spontaneous kisses. Just... distant silence and somehow he hadn’t

padded softly to the couch and sat beside him, curling

up quickly, a practiced smile on his lips.

she pressed, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You’ve been glued to your phone