Four months later

I squeezed Marcy's hand as the cold gel spread over my stomach. Even though this was my third ultrasound, I wasn't used to the feeling. The technician pressed into my abdomen and dragged the probe back and forth. Her eyes kept on the screen, but I noticed that she was secretly looking into my eyes. I wish I had sunglasses, but Marcy said I looked ridiculous and carried them in the winter. Ha.

Marcy rubbed the back of my hand with her thumb and comforted me. I looked at the screen, but I couldn't see the black and gray shapes. I could hear a steady beat coming from the monitor. I bit my lower lip.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

The technician raised an eyebrow.

"Why do you think something is wrong?" She asked.

"Dee always felt that something was wrong," Marcy said.

The technician giggled, and the heat rushed down my cheeks. Ever since I found out I was pregnant, I have been worried. I can't stop it.

I know Ben is dead. I killed him with my own hands, and the police found his body in the hut. However, that didn't stop me from having nightmares almost every night. Ben's face is deeply imprinted in my mind, and every time I close my eyes I can see his face and Yulin.

Leave this kid behind? A difficult decision. When I imagined that the child was hoeing, I was going to have an abortion and imagined that the child was as sick and upset as Ben. When I arrived at the clinic, I signed the paperwork but left before they called my name. I can't.

Marcy was there for me on every date. She is happy to be an aunt,

"The doctor will come to see you soon," the technician said.

She wiped the gel off my stomach and I took off my t-shirt. I sat on the edge of a table covered with paper. The technician took one last look at me and rushed out of the room.

Marcy took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her hair. I rubbed it, then covered my stomach. We sat in silence for a while.

My phone vibrated and an unfamiliar number flashed across the screen. I rolled my eyes, then hung up and blocked the number. The last four months of my life have been dodging countless phone calls from journalists.

"Another?" Marcy asked.

I nodded.

"It never seems to end," I said.

"Someday it will all end,"

"Life will soon return to normal."

I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. I'll never live a completely normal life. As long as I have these eyes, nothing is normal. I hope in a year I can lie to my new acquaintances, and since I've been home I've had my face plastered all over the news, so most people know the truth.

Dr. Garcia walked into the room. He wore a white lab coat over his clothes, just like Oliver had worn before. My palms began to sweat,

How do I know if he is a member of the Gregory Club of the Caribbean?

I didn't, and that's what scared me.

"Hello, Diana," Garcia said. "Nice to meet you."

My mouth was dry as I stared at Garcia. He didn't stare me in the eye, it was the first time I had seen him. Is he used to this change in people? Did he attend that dinner? Was he a member of his own kidnapping experiments?

Why can't they have some kind of symbol? Tattoo? A mark? Ring? Something that would let me know if they were members of Gregory's Club.

Garcia cleared his throat because I didn't respond to him. My heart was pounding and I didn't know what to say. Marcy sat up straight in her seat. My knees were bouncing and Marcy reached out and put her hand on my lap to try to comfort me.

"Everything looks good," he said. "Do you want to know gender?"

"Yes," Marcy replied for me. "I always predicted it would be a girl."

Marcy said all my nausea was an indication that it was a girl. She also predicted that I was a girl with pimples all over my face.

"You're actually wrong," Garcia said. "Diana, you've got a boy."

"A boy?" I asked.

"Correct."

The color faded from me, and my face faded.

I was pregnant with a boy.

I was really shocked at that moment that a little Ben was growing inside me. Will this child be like his father? Ben killed his mom. Now that I have given birth to a boy, is my life in danger?

I couldn't concentrate when Garcia told me the message, but I knew Marcy was recording it. When Garcia stopped talking, I rushed out of the office. When I arrived at Marcy's car, I was barely wearing a jacket. The snow was falling and I was trying not to slip on the ice.

The lights came on, and I looked back to see Marcy walking out of the doctor's office. I slid into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. My teeth bit my lip as I tried to hold back tears. Marcy got into the driver's seat, inserted the key into the ignition, and fiddled with the knob on the dashboard to try to get the heating to work.

"We need to start thinking about names," Marcy said. "I think Henry would be lovely. We can name him after Grandpa. ”

I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't say anything. I blinked, tears rolling down my cheeks. Marcy shifted the weight of her body in her seat so she could look at me. She looked at me sobbing and shook her head.

"What was I thinking?" I asked. "I can't have children. I can't have his baby. ”

"Diana," Marcy said.

"I was so stupid to sleep with him." I cried. "Why am I doing this? I didn't think about it properly. ”

"Diana, look at me," she said.

"I can't raise this child—"

"Diana, look at me!"

My vision blurred with tears, but I looked at Marcy. She leaned against the steering wheel. She gave me a gentle smile.

"You're the bravest person I know," she said. "I don't know anyone else who can go through what you've been through. You're strong. You're going to be okay. ”

I exhaled with a shudder, trying to control my crying. I've never been a cryer, but since I got pregnant, I've had a hard time controlling my emotions.

"You're not alone," Marcy said. "You have mom and me.

My gut told me he would be ecstatic. He always told me that we were family. He would love a child.

"Don't think so," Marcy said. "Don't think about Ben."

"There's nothing I can do," I said.

Marcy sighed and turned around in her seat. I took a sharp breath and controlled my crying. I wiped tears from my cheeks.

"What am I going to say to this kid?" I asked. "His father was terrible. I can't tell him that. Marcy drove the car from the parking lot to the doctor's office. Her warm breathing was clearly visible in the cold air, and I could tell she was thinking. No one has really talked about Ben since I got home. Marcy arranged a treatment appointment for me, but I skipped more than half of it. I wanted to forget about Ben, but now I can't because his son is growing inside me.

"What if he looks like his dad?" I asked.

"He's not going to be like Ben," Marcy said. "This baby will only feel love. He won't be completely insane. "I rubbed my stomach with my hands.

"The relationship between nature and nurture?" I asked.

"Exactly," Marcy said. "Your children are not born evil."

。。。。 Four years later ...

Marcy dimmed the lights, and the flames of the candles danced in the air. Henry smiled brightly as he watched me bring his birthday cake to the table. He sat on his mother's lap and clapped his hands. The whole family sang together and sang happy birthday songs for my son.

When Du was done, Marcy said, "Make a wish." "When we're all done signing. "But you can't tell anyone what it is, or it won't shine."

Henry closed his eyes and leaned against the cake to blow out the candles. It took him several breaths to blow out all three candles. I turned on the light and gasped when he saw that the cake was in the shape of a dinosaur. Over the past few months, he has developed a keen interest in prehistoric creatures. He clutches a Tyrannosaurus rex plush toy on his chest.

"Mom!" He screamed. "It's a bird of prey."

I was impressed that at his age, he could recognize different dinosaurs. He's smart.

I jumped up when David put his arm around my shoulder. We've been dating for the past six months. He knew the truth in my eyes, but never asked. He never acted like I was a weirdo. He looked at me like I was pretty.

David curled me up in his body and pressed his lips against my temples. I smiled and put my hand on his chest. Mom helped Henry cut a piece of cake that was too big for him. He will soon jump off the wall. "Well done, dear," David whispered in my ear. "He likes it."

Henry ran towards us. White frosting covered his face. David bent down and Henry ran into his arms. David picked him up from the floor and put him on his hip. I picked up the napkin and tried to wipe the cake off Henry's face.

He looks a lot like Ben. He has the same black hair and bright blue eyes. Even the way he smiles on his lips reminds me of Ben.

I've never talked to David about Ben. I didn't talk about him and anyone. Henry once asked about his father, and I didn't know what to say. I always change the topic to something else, usually dinosaurs. Henry never asked about his father, but I knew he would eventually find out the truth.

。。。。 Six years later...

While Henry was running around my old bedroom, Marcy helped me with the veil. He was ready with David, but he kept complaining until he could come into my room with me. Marcy kept making a fuss about my hair and clothes, trying to make everything perfect. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My clothes are simple, off-the-shoulder, sweetheart neckline, and the veil is lace. Marcy convinced me to put my hair up. I usually wear my hair down and try to hide my eyes.

Six years later, I'm still not used to seeing vertical slits and dark green in my eyes. I like to wear a pair of sunglasses the most, but if I wear sunglasses at my own wedding, Marcy gets. Also, David made me feel normal. He looked me in the eye and didn't seem to have a problem.

"It's time!" Marcie exclaimed, clasping her hands in front of Hachoket, "It's time!" Marcie exclaimed, clasping her hands to her chest.

She wears a crimson dress. She was my only bridesmaid, so I let her choose what she liked. I knew she would choose something too extravagant for a backyard wedding.

Marcy wrapped my arm around hers and I grabbed Henry's hand. We walked out of my room. As I descended the stairs, I struggled not to trip over my clothes. Instead of wearing high heels, I put on one of my favorite Converses. I didn't want to sink into the grass in my childhood yard.

The soft sound of the violin filled my ears. David's best friend, Carter, was waiting for us by the glass sliding door. Marcy smiled and took his arm. He opened the door and they stepped down the deck and down the aisle that my mother had made of flower petals.

I crouched down in front of Henry. He clutched his T-Rex stuffed animal in his hand. I brushed the black hair off his forehead. The older he gets, the more like Ben becomes.

"Are you married to Daddy now?" Henry asked.

Henry started calling David Daddy last year. None of us prompted it. We were sitting on the couch watching a Disney movie when Henry said this. David was so moved that he tried not to cry. When he started talking, I breathed a sigh of relief because he no longer asked about Ben's condition.

I want Henry to be David's. Henry's dark hair and blue eyes make it difficult to pretend that David is his biological father. David is blonde and has hazel eyes.

"Yes," I said. "Dad and I'm getting married, and we're officially a family."

A family.

When I struggled and cried in the middle of the night, David would hold me. He never asked me what made me so sad, but I knew he knew.

Ben is dead, but his memories are still in my head.

I stood up and took Henry's hand. Marcy had the lovely idea of having Henry accompany me across the red carpet. My father hasn't contacted me since I got home. His daughter was missing, and he didn't care.

I pulled the door open and walked with Henry to the deck. Among the small group attendees were my family, as well as David's, who stood up and turned to face us. Mom covered her mouth with her hands, and her eyes moistened. Most people would be in awe when they see Henry in a small suit. Henry was so excited to see David that he tried to run over and drag me down the aisle.

I looked at David, my chest tightening. He bit his lower lip, and a tear rolled down his cheek. Tears tingled in my eyes, and I didn't dare blink, I didn't dare to cry. David wiped tears from his cheeks and smiled. He took a slow, deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Henry broke free from me and ran up to hug David, who bent down and put his arms around him. He carried him to my mom and she held him in her lap. David took my hand and pulled me to the flower arch that my mother had created. He squeezed my hand and I tried not to hug and kiss him.

I barely listened to the priest. I was so focused on David that I tried not to cry. I sneaked a glance at Henry and saw him smiling and clapping his hands. My mom had a hard time catching him because he wanted to run to us.

When the priest announced that we were married, the guests cheered. David grabbed me and soaked me, then kissed me. I put my arms around his neck and let him come closer.

It was the happiest thing of my life. Neither Oliver, nor Bethany, nor Ben have the power to ruin my future. I overcame everything and became the winner.

Fuck those doctors.

"The first part is finally painful and happy ending, so maybe what you want to see!" The story of how the mysterious cat fairy crosses between the human world and the cat world, the immortal law cultivates immortals, and solves the case. The story of the pet fairy world?

Thank you in the end, wait and see, haha! 》