Chapter 713
“Six months pregnant? How is that even possible?” Jonathan frowned deeply, his gaze fixed on Teresa lying in bed. He reached out and placed his hand over her stomach. It felt almost unreal, and his frown deepened. He asked, “She’s really six months pregnant? Why isn’t her belly showing much at all?”
“That’s because the baby is carried toward the back. It’s nothing to worry about,” the doctor replied.
“Carried toward the back? What does that mean?” Jonathan pressed.
The doctor handed Jonathan the test results and explained the difference between anterior and posterior fetal presentation. Usually, with a posterior presentation, the bump only becomes obvious later in pregnancy.
The real kicker was Jonathan’s complete lack of awareness—totally unexpected from a husband. The doctor snatched the report back and gave Jonathan a once-over. “Are you seriously her husband?”
“I am,” Jonathan replied with a heavy sigh. “My wife was mad at me and never told me she was pregnant. Let me see the report again. I want to know everything about her.”
He still couldn’t comprehend it. Now, he didn’t want to miss a single detail about her.
The doctor rolled his eyes. “What, are your eyes just decorations? You really couldn’t tell your wife was pregnant? And you say she was mad at you. Come on, who can stay mad for six months straight?”
Jonathan pursed his lips, swallowing back a retort. After a moment, he sighed, “It’s my fault for not paying enough attention. So, how are my wife and the baby doing now?”
Seeing the genuine worry in his eyes, the doctor finally handed back the report, his tone meaningful. “The baby is safe for now, but you really need to pay more attention. She’s weak and malnourished. Take better care of her.”
Jonathan felt a stab of guilt. He remembered Teresa leaving his place today without eating, in the pouring rain. And last night, he hadn’t held back. No wonder he’d sensed something was wrong.
“I understand,” Jonathan said. After the doctor left, he gazed at Teresa. He’d always thought he’d only have one child. He reached out, gently brushing her pale face, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions. His hand slid down from her shoulder and rested on her stomach again.
His brow furrowed as he remembered the day she came to the villa to pick up Michael. Was that the moment she wanted to tell me? he thought. But I threatened her so harshly that she swallowed her words and kept everything bottled up. Six months—she really managed to keep it from me all this time. That’s some serious endurance.
Jonathan pored over Teresa’s report again, checking the number of weeks. She’d conceived before leaving Nareigh for Everport last year. He remembered taking her to Chicoham to see the ocean, even finding a doctor to check on her. The doctor had said she was pregnant, but she denied it. So that was when it happened, huh? When the baby had just taken root, he thought.
Memory after memory flashed through his mind. Man, I really was a fool to trust her again. Why did she have to keep it from me? he berated himself.
His phone rang; he glanced at the caller ID. He didn’t want to answer, but the calls persisted. Jonathan answered. Hayden’s booming voice filled the room. “You little brat! You’ve got a son now? Bring my great-grandson back to me right away and explain everything to the family. Otherwise, you’re getting kicked out of the Lynn family.”