Chapter 3 Pregnancy Announcement

You want us to run away and start a family somewhere else?" Patrick blurted in awe as he gazed at Rose, who was extremely excited to be his wife, and no father or sibling was going to hold her back from marrying the love of her life.

Patrick bit his lips as he gazed at her with worry latched on his face.

The smile on Rose's face faded away. "Don't you want to marry me?" she pondered

"Did I bet my life on someone who is not willing to leave everything behind and start a new life with me?" She thought to herself as worry and concern latched onto her face. She gulped down and began to curl her hands, terrified of the words that came out of Patrick's mouth.

All her life she had received nothing much but hatred and lived in her stepmother's shadows. Even though she had the most to offer, even when she spent sleepless nights coming up with ideas and sacrificing her happiness for them, no one liked her or was willing to love her, and now here she was standing before the man she wants to marry, the man she loves, and yet he looked so unsure, or so she thought.

A smile plastered on Patrick's face as he lifted her off the floor, twirling her while holding her close to his heart, as though if he held her any less, she would slip away.

Rose finally took a deep breath of relief and hugged him in return.

"Of course, I'd love to start over with you in a more peaceful environment," he muttered cheerfully, but then suddenly paused, holding her hands tightly as he gazed into her eyes. "Rose, are you sure about it? I mean, ever since you've been smart enough, you've done nothing but sacrifice everything you have for your father and your family. Do you really want to turn your back on everything? You said that was also your mom's legacy." He muttered, his voice filled with love, concern, and sincerity.

She smiled. "That's why I have to do this because I have wasted all my life trying to please them, trying to get my father to see me and love me again, trying to make him understand that I am the one he should trust and listen to, but to no avail, and if my mother were alive, she would want me to elope with you and start our own family. You are my family now, Patrick." She said to him softly, making his heart beat slowly and soothing him. His eyes shut as her warm hands landed softly on his cheek. They were both sure of one thing, and that was their love.

Patrick and Rose left the following morning for the countryside. With their savings combined, they bought a small house that would be wide enough when they began to have kids, and they also furnished the house to their taste. They had a simple wedding in a church and a little after-party in their new house. It wasn't a large wedding, but they were both happy.

Patrick opened a convenience store where he sold all kinds of goods while he thought of a better way to provide for his wife. He loved Rose and wanted to do right by her. He was willing to rob a bank if he could, but he wouldn't do anything that she would hate, so he was willing to work twice as hard to provide for her. After several months, he finally landed a high-paying job that was a long distance from the house.

"So how on earth would you commute from home? You will be all stressed when you return home. I know we need the money, but I do not want you straining yourself and barely having time for yourself or me," Rose said worriedly.

"Don't worry, I'll think of a way. I am the husband; I should be the one worrying about these things. By the way, how are things in your new place of work?" Patrick asked, pulling her into his arms.

"Very well, my colleagues are nice, and unlike my father's company, everyone is willing to listen to my ideas. I will present a project in two months if the group project I am working on with my colleagues gets the credit it deserves. I can't wait." She cheered excitedly, holding him tightly and happily.

Although Patrick had told Rose that he was the man or the husband, Rose was the type to sit back and allow him to do everything, so she thought of a way to make his life easier.

"Babe!"

"Babe!" She called Patrick, who was getting ready for work, nearly late. He rushed out in his black suit, bag, and a little lunch box that Rose had made for him.

He froze as he saw a black Honda car parked before him inside their compound. He turned to his wife, Rose, and asked, "Did you do this?" He asked, confused and overjoyed.

She nodded. "Do you like it?" She asked

He nodded. "Of course, thank you. I do not know what I have done to deserve a woman like you. I love you, and I promise to do right by you. I will make you happy. That is a promise." He muttered while hugging her tightly.

Rose cheered; she broke away from the hug as she felt nauseous and dizzy.

"Are you okay?" Worry plastered on Patrick's face as he held her from falling. Scared to his bones, he instantly carried her and took her back to the living room.

"You should visit the hospital and take a cab so you do not get dizzy again," he said to her.

Patrick left the house to work, and Rose went ahead to visit the hospital. Upon arriving, she got herself registered and tested.

"Mrs. Rose Santa?" The doctor called as soon as the results were out.

"Yes." Rose rushed over to meet the doctor.

"Congratulations! You are three weeks pregnant," the doctor announced.

Rose was filled with joy; words could not describe how she felt. She rushed home, and on her way, she dropped by the market to buy some ingredients to make Patrick's favorite meal. h

She got home and went down to business. She poured her heart out and made a delicious meal.

Patrick arrived, welcomed by the homey and mesmerizing aroma of the delicious meal his wife was making. He rushed into the house. The table was set, and Rose was standing with white paper in her hands and a big smile on her face.

"What's that?" he asked.

"We're having a baby," she cheered.

Patrick's eyes widened, his bag dropped, and he rushed towards her. Taking the paper from her, he read the doctor's report, and instantly he burst into tears as he dropped on his knee, his head placed on her belly.

"Thank you, Rose."

"Thank you," he muffled.

After dinner, Rose and Patrick retired to bed.

"Rick?" She called him before she went to sleep.

"Hmm," he muffled, half asleep and half awake.

"Can I speak to you?" she asked

"Hmm," he muffled again.

"It's an important matter," she added.

Patrick lifted the bed a little, trying to pay full attention.

Rose cleared her throat, and she gazed at him warmly, knowing he might not allow her request.

"Speak," he muttered.

"I want to go see my father," she muttered.