Wrong Injection

CHAPTER 39

"Hey," I answered, a smile spreading across my face as I picked up Sultan's call.

"How are you doing?" he asked, his voice warm.

"I'm great. Did you get off work?" I replied.

"No, actually I didn't go to work today. Are you still at the restaurant?" he asked.

"Yeah, I was about to leave when you called," I said, glancing around the emptying space.

"Should I come pick you up?" he offered, and my cheeks flushed at the suggestion.

"No, don't bother, thanks," I said, declining his offer.

"Alright... my mom wants to meet you tonight. Is that okay with you?" his words sending a jolt of surprise through me. I hadn't seen this coming – his mom wanting to meet me already?

"Yeah, sure," I said, still trying to process the sudden development.

"Alright, give me a call when you get home, and I'll come pick you up from there," his tone matter-of-fact.

"Alright," I replied, my mind racing as I hung up the phone. I stood there, feeling like I'd been caught off guard, wondering what had prompted his mom's interest in meeting me. A nervous flutter in my chest grew as I thought about the impending meeting.

"Bella!" I exclaimed as she walked into my office, relief washing over me. "Thank goodness you're here, I desperately need your advice," I said, my mind racing with anxiety about meeting Sultan's mom while pregnant.

"Don't worry, I've got your back," she said with a reassuring smile.

"Wait, shouldn't you be at the club?" I asked, my eyes wide with surprise.

"Gabby called and told me about Sarah wanting to meet you, so I swung by," she said, her excitement palpable.

"I don't know, Bel... I don't think I can go," I said, my voice laced with doubt.

"Why?" Bella's expression turned incredulous. "Lani, this is a big deal! Sarah wants to meet you, and you're hesitating? Why?" she pressed, her eyes wide with curiosity.

I took a deep breath before blurting out the truth. "Because I'm pregnant." Bella's face changed from confusion to understanding.

"So?" she asked, her tone neutral.

"So, what do I tell her if she asks questions about it?" I said, voicing my concern then Bella's eyes widened as she finally grasped the issue.

"Oh yeah," she said, falling silent as she pondered the situation.

"I really don't know what to do right now," I admitted, feeling stuck. Then Bella's gaze snapped back to mine, her expression resolute.

"You need to go," she said firmly, as if there was no other option.
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After scouring for what felt like an eternity, I finally spotted a stunning blue straight dress. I slipped it on, and just as I was smoothing out the fabric, my phone rang. "Hey," I answered, and Sultan's voice was on the other end.

"Are you ready?" he asked, and I chuckled, shaking my head even though he couldn't see me.

"Not yet," I said with a sigh.

"Why?" he probed, curiosity evident in his tone.

"None of my clothes fit because of my bump," I admitted, and Sultan's laughter filled the line.

"The baby's getting bigger every day," he said, his amusement infectious. I couldn't help but smile as I rubbed my belly.

"Yeah, she is," I agreed.

"She?" Sultan repeated, his interest piqued.

"Yeah, she's a girl," I confirmed, a surge of excitement rushing through me.

"Amazing! She's going to be as pretty as her mom," his words sending a warm glow through me.

"Thanks," I replied, feeling a smile spread across my face.

"Still can't find the perfect outfit?" he asked, and I glanced at the blue dress I was wearing, shaking my head.

"Nope," I admitted.

"Just wear something that makes you comfortable," he said, his tone lighthearted. "My mom's not a fashion police," he joked, making me chuckle.

"Alright," I agreed, feeling a bit more at ease.

"See you soon," he said before hanging up.

The doorbell rang twenty minutes later, and I hastily made my way downstairs, adjusting my comfortable outfit on the go. When I opened the door, Sultan stood before me, looking effortlessly handsome in his crisp white shirt and jeans. "Hey," I greeted, beaming a bright smile that showcased my pearly whites. Sultan's gaze swept over me, his eyes lingering as if taking in every detail for the first time.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice low and sincere. He stepped closer, his forehead brushing against mine, and gently placed his hand on my baby bump. In an instant, my baby kicked, and Sultan's eyes widened in surprise. "Whoa!" he exclaimed, his reaction making me laugh. "That was a strong kick!" he said, his hand still caressing my belly. I nodded, grinning from ear to ear, thrilled to share this moment with him.

"Shall we?" Sultan asked, and I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. Before I knew it, we pulled up to his house, and I was taken aback by its grandeur. The mansion loomed before us, its beauty and size leaving me breathless.

Sultan walked around the car and opened the door for me, offering his hand to help me out. "Thanks," I said, feeling a little awestruck. As we approached the entrance, two maids greeted us with warm smiles. I couldn't help but gawk at the opulent surroundings, my eyes darting around in wonder. The interior was just as stunning as the exterior, and I felt like I was stepping into a different world.

When we reached the elevator, Sultan entered a code, and we rode up to the living area in silence. As the doors opened, he entered another code, and the alarm beeped green before he pushed open the door to his living room. I stepped inside, and my jaw dropped. The room was a masterpiece of design and luxury, leaving me speechless. For a moment, I felt like I was in paradise, the splendor and beauty of the space overwhelming my senses.

I was still taking in the opulent surroundings when I heard my name being called. I quickly turned, and my eyes landed on Sarah, Sultan's mom. She was even more stunning in person, her beauty radiating warmth and elegance. "Hello," I said softly, feeling a little intimidated by her presence.

"Mom, this is Milani. Milani, my mom," Sultan introduced, his voice smooth and calm.

"Hello, Milani dear," Sarah said, her voice warm and inviting. She walked towards me, her arms open, and enveloped me in a gentle hug. As our bodies touched, my baby bump pressed against her stomach, and she suddenly pulled back, her eyes widening in surprise as she gazed at my belly.

"She's pregnant," Sarah said, her gaze shifting to Sultan, her expression unreadable for a moment before she nodded slowly, as if processing the information.