Novel Sweet
CHAPTER 492
Chapter 492
Just a few days before heading to Brightwood, a little incident unfolded.
Xanthea was representing Fred and his team at a business event whèn, halfway through, her stomach started acting up, making her feel
nauseous.
Eloise, seeing her distress, gasped, “Xan, you’re not pregnant, are you?”
“What?”
“OMG, am I going to be a godmother at such a young age?”
“How could I?”
Before she could finish her sentence, Eloise had dragged her off to the hospital.
“Eloise, let go of me, it’s impossible.”
Orion had always been meticulous with protection, almost obsessively so, as if he were terrified of her getting pregnant.
“But it’s better to check, just in case, right?”
Adopting a better–safe–than–sorry approach, the doctor confirmed it was just food poisoning.
Xanthea: “Told you it wasn’t possible. Must’ve been the not–so–fresh fruit.”
“B–but,” Eloise stuttered guiltily, “I thought you were pregnant and kind of spread the word.”
“What? You blabbermouth, do you have any idea the trouble you’ve caused.”
She was cut off by Orion, who arrived in a panic, gripping her arm with concern, scanning her up and down with a worried frown.
“Orion, don’t worry. I’m fine, not pregnant, just had something bad to eat. I’m not nauseous anymore.”
After hearing her, he visibly relaxed, pulling her into a tight hug as if to reassure himself. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.
“Xannie, don’t worry, I’ll be even more careful from now on, I promise there won’t be any surprises.”
Xanthea: Why does that sound so dodgy?
At first, she thought his jokes about not wanting kids and playing around with her forever were just that, jokes. But now, it seemed like he might actually not want kids at all!
That won’t do; she actually liked the idea of having kids!
Late into the night, Orion was comforting a tearful Xanthea, her cheeks flushed as if she’d been pulled from water.
“Honey~”
With a weak, seductive breath, Xanthea looped her arms around his neck, her eyes soft and inviting, “Why don’t you want kids?”
“Life’s too short, not enough time to enjoy with you.”
“I don’t want anyone else taking a bit of your energy or love; it has to be all for me.”
Xanthea, touching her flat and smooth belly, teased, “I want to bear a child that’s uniquely ours, a blend of us both, a testament to our love. When people see them, they’ll immediately think of us as their parents.”
The series of phrases along with her alluring posture struck a nerve in Orion.
His eyes sparked with a wild fervor as he pinned her down again, his voice hoarse, almost growling.
“You little siren!”
“Would that be okay?”
“Let’s talk about it in ten years.”
“Ten years?! That’s too long, let me go now,
In Brightwood, at the observatory.
Xanthea was in Orion’s arms, listening to the rolling waves, admiring the brilliant stars as if she could reach out and touch them, immersed in the beauty and mystery of the galaxy.
“It’s so beautiful~”
“Ori, do you remember which constellation that is?”
She pointed near the zodiac, and Orion knew them all by heart.
“The Great Square of Pegasus.”
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“And next to it?”
“Andromeda.”
“The one that looks like a cross?”
“Cygnus.”
“With two pointy tips, like fox ears?”
“Xannie’s constellation.”
“You’re the little fox~”
Xanthea crinkled her nose, her lashes fluttering, a smile spreading in her dimples, looking even more like a cunning fox.
The most adorable fox in the world.
Orion watched her, utterly mesmerized.
Xanthea found herself lost in his gaze, “Ori, your eyes are even prettier than the stars!”
“Because they’re filled with Xannie.”
“HAHA, when did you become such a smooth talker. Look, a meteor shower!”
“Quick, make a wish!”
Under the streaking lights and the caress of the sea breeze, the moon cast a silver glow over the couple, elongating their shadows on the beach, stretching them out like in their childhood dreams.
Together, they wished upon the shooting stars.
– Ori, Xan, year after year, forever together.
(The End)