Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

Freya then looked up, seeing the Ferris wheel in front of her, which was round and tall. It made Freya really impatient to ride it.

“Mom, can we ride it now?” Freya asked, turning to look at Letta and Marco, who were sitting not far from her.

“Don’t you want to see the fireworks show while we’re there?” Letta asked, making Freya nod.

“If that’s the case, we have to wait a little longer. If we ride it now, it’ll be too early,” Letta said again, making Freya immediately walk back and sit right in the middle between Marco and Letta.

“We can rest for a while. After that, we’ll ride it. How about that?” Marco said, making Freya nod. There was no other way because she really wanted to see the fireworks show while riding the Ferris wheel.

Freya then chose to eat some snacks she bought, like cotton candy, ice cream bread, and other sweet foods. For today, Letta did allow Freya to eat as many sweets as she wanted, but afterward, Letta always limited the sweets for Freya.

“Mom, try this food. It melts in the mouth and is very sweet. I like it,” Freya said, making Letta smile while biting the cotton candy given by Freya.

“Too sweet. You might get a toothache later,” Letta said, making Freya just smile.

“It’s okay. Besides, you’re still little, and with your gappy teeth, it will look funny,” Marco said without looking at Letta, making Letta just stare at him with raised eyebrows.

“Is something like that always funny to you?” Letta asked, making Marco shrug nonchalantly.

“I don’t know, maybe because it’s our child’s face…” Marco’s words stopped when he accidentally mentioned that phrase, making Freya fall silent while looking at him, as did Letta who immediately widened her eyes. After all, it wasn’t wrong, right? Because Freya was their child, Marco thought, finally choosing to shift his gaze elsewhere, as if not wanting to be blamed for his ungovernable mouth.

“What do you mean, Mom?” asked Freya, who was very critical of every sentence she heard.

“Uncle means that you’re still a kid, so whatever is on you will look cute. That’s what it means,” Letta explained, making Freya nod, while Letta immediately looked back at Marco with a sharp gaze, as Marco just smiled without any guilt.

“Why hasn’t Uncle come yet?” Freya asked, seemingly remembering Abian, making Letta finally reach for her phone.

“Okay, then I’ll call Uncle, okay?” Letta said, making Freya nod. Marco looked at the back of the woman he always longed for. Somehow, Marco really wanted to hug that body and pull it into his arms. But, right now, Marco is trying his best to hold back. He knew that if he did it, he might not be able to let go again.

“Hello, Abian, how’s the business in the warehouse? Why haven’t you come to the market?” Letta asked, looking at Freya who was still eating her cotton candy.

“I’m sorry, after the warehouse business, I suddenly felt unwell, so I went home first. Enjoy the entertainment with Freya. I’ll come another time. Tell Freya I’m sorry,” Abian said, making Letta immediately furrow her brow.

“Are you sick? Have you seen a doctor?” Letta asked, sounding slightly concerned.

“Yes, I’ve seen a doctor, and the doctor said I just need to rest. It’s nothing. Right now, I’m taking a rest,” Abian replied, making Letta nod.

“Okay, then rest, and remember not to forget to eat and take your medicine. I’ll see you and bring you porridge and hot soup later,” Letta said before deciding to end the call. Letta immediately walked over to Freya, who was looking at her with a questioning look.

“Uncle said he’s not feeling well and had to go home right away. He can’t accompany us, and he also said sorry, he’ll come another time,” Letta said, making Marco clench his fists with joy inside. It made Letta widen her eyes, while Freya immediately put on a sad face.

“Will he be okay?” Freya asked, making Letta nod again.

“Yes, Uncle said he went to the doctor and is resting now. We’ll see him later while bringing porridge and hot soup. How about that?” Letta asked, making Freya nod in agreement. Reluctantly, they finally continued to stroll around without Abian, until finally the moment awaited by Freya finally came, when in a few minutes the fireworks show would start. At this moment, they had to ride the Ferris wheel immediately. The three of them got on, with Freya continuing to look out the window with an enthusiastic gaze.

“Is this your first time riding this?” Marco asked, making Freya shake her head.

“No, I always go with Mom and Uncle,” Freya replied, making Marco look at Letta, who chose to look elsewhere.

“Really? That means this is the first time for us, me, and you guys,” Marco said with a broad smile. For some reason, the first moment among them made Marco feel very excited and he was sure he would always remember it. They then gazed at the lights below them when the wheel was at its peak. Marco smiled at Fre awithhishea_ e es.

“Look, our child. Doesn’t she look sleepy?” Marco said, making Letta slightly startled.

“I told you, never refer to Freya as ‘our child.’ I’m not used to hearing that,” Letta said, then looked at Freya, who had closed her eyes and leaned against the glass wall.

“That means from now on, you have to get used to it because it’s a fact, she is our daughter, right?” Marco said, making Letta just stare at him for a moment before looking back at Freya.

“Sweetie, don’t you want to see the fireworks?” Letta said softly, adjusting Freya’s position, who was now pulled into her embrace.

“My eyes are sleepy, Mom,” Freya whispered.

“Let her sleep. Wasn’t she too excited since this morning? Maybe she’s tired,” Marco said, making Letta think the same, until finally allowing Freya to sleep in her lap, while Marco continued to enjoy the slowly moving Ferris wheel.

“I’m happy,” Marco said, making Letta look at him again.

“Because you’ve been living well with Freya, and thank you for taking care of her until she grows into a beautiful girl like this,” Marco said again, making Letta then look at Freya. How her little daughter kept growing and growing made Letta think about Abian’s words. Until when would she continue to hide the truth about her father from her? As Freya grew older, surely she would ask.

“I want to give the best to Freya,” Letta said, making Marco finally bow down in front of Letta. Letta immediately looked at him with a questioning gaze.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“What are you doing? Quickly sit back in your seat,” Letta said, making Marco shake his head. Marco then reached out, holding Letta’s hand gently.

“Right now, I’m holding myself back from pulling you into my embrace, because I know you’ll Keep pushing me away. I want to break through it slowly, and I want you to accept me slowly. I want to see you open your heart slowly to me. Though not in a hurry, I want to make sure you’ll never push me away again,” Marco said, making Letta somehow feel something warm spreading throughout her body. Whether it was because of his hand grip or the words Marco uttered for her.

“Come on, don’t say things like that,” Letta said, releasing her grip from Marco’s hand.

“Do you think I’m just saying nonsense?” Marco replied, making Letta not even dare to look at him, letting herself soak in those words. Of course, Letta was afraid to find the sincerity and earnestness from Marco. Her heart seemed to refuse to see that truth.

“I really want to ask what I should do for you to forgive everything. But that’s probably useless, right? You probably don’t want to think about accepting me again. But I don’t want to give up so easily, especially when Freya is between us now. My heart wants to long even more for you both to be back in my embrace. I’m even willing to let go of anything for you both,” Marco said, making Letta unsure of what she should do now.

Letta never even thought of telling Marco to let go of anything, because for Letta, it would all be in vain. That’s probably what Marco wanted. Until finally, when Marco was about to continue his speech, suddenly the lights on the Ferris wheel went out, making all the movement between them stop. Letta immediately looked around.

“What’s going on here?” Letta asked, making Marco look around as well.

“It seems like the machine is experiencing some trouble. Let’s just wait, everything will be fine,” Marco said, making Letta fall silent. Marco then looked at Letta’s face, which was now only illuminated by the moonlight. For some reason, Marco couldn’t hold back from reaching out his hand and gently caressing Letta’s cheek. It made Letta slightly startled.

Letta gazed at Marco, who was also looking at her in the silence and darkness that enveloped them. As if making Letta forget their presence, forget what was between them, forget the problems they were facing. When Marco began to lean in, they felt the warmth of their lips meeting each other, with the surprise of the fireworks dazzling them.