Chapter 122
122
~Elara’s POV
Janae hugged me so tightly. When she pulled back, her eyes were bright and curious.
“So is it a boy or a girl?” she asked, her voice dropping into that teasing tone that always made me laugh.
“We don’t know yet,” I said, shaking my head slowly and trying not to smile too wide, “honestly, you and Darlon are turning it into drama. You know how he is, he already thinks we should make a bet p>
Janae laughed, covering her mouth with her palm like she was trying not to scream with excitement. “He would. That man gives the main character energy every day p>
Before I could answer, my receptionist rushed into the office without knocking, breathing fast.
“Luna Elara,” she said, eyes wide, “there is a commotion outside. We really need you. Your attention is needed now p>
I blinked at her, confused. “Commotion? What kind of commotion? Can’t security handle it p>
She shook her head and stepped closer. “It seems they can’t. They said it’s something only you can address. They keep saying we need the Luna to come in person p>
I exchanged a look with Janae, who raised her brows, half curious, half amused. I felt a small flutter in my stomach, not fear, just confusion and maybe a little curiosity. “Alright,” I said, pushing up from my chair, “let’s go. Let’s see what is going on p>
As we walked out of the office, Janae whispered beside me, “Please don’t tell me your husband sent a marching band or something. I will scream p>
I actually laughed. “With him? Anything is possible p>
We reached the elevator and rode it up to the last floor, the one that opened out to the entrance. The moment the doors slid open, noise greeted me, soft gasps, excited voices, a kind of awe that felt warm even from a distance.
And then I saw it.
A brand new Cybertruck parked right in the center, silver paint gleaming under the morning light like something that didn’t belong to reality. The whole thing was decorated with flowers, white roses, soft blush petals, little vines draped over the edges like a wedding carriage. Staff members gathered around it, whispering and pointing and simply staring like they didn’t know if they were allowed to touch it.
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
A man, who seems like the bearer of the car was holding a clipboard, he stepped forward. He was dressed in a neat suit and looked like he had rehearsed this moment. When I came fully into view, he bowed, deep and respectful.
“Luna Elara,” he said, voice calm and steady, “this is a gift from Alpha Darlon. A token of gratitude for carrying his fruit p>
My breath stumbled. Not stopped, not choked… just stumbled. Like my heart needed a second to understand what my ears heard.
Janae gasped beside me. “His fruit? Is that how we’re introducing the baby now? I’m going to faint p>
The staff member extended a glossy envelope toward me. My fingers shook a little as I took it. The envelope was sealed with Darlon’s crest, the familiar symbol that always made me think of strength and home.
Inside was a handwritten note. His handwriting was bold and confident.
For my love, the mother of my child.
You are not walking, you are carrying a world inside you.
So allow me to carry everything else.
— Darlon
My eyes burned instantly, and I tried to blink it away, but it was useless. Tears came anyway.
Janae leaned close, whispering with a trembling smile, “If you don’t cry, I will do it for you p>
I wiped my cheeks and laughed softly, “You’re already crying p>
She sniffed. “No I’m not. My eyes are sweating p>
The man with the clipboard stepped forward again. “Alpha Darlon wanted us to inform you that the vehicle is fully protected and customized for you. Extra comfort, especially for pregnancy. And he left instructions that it is to be used to drive you to and from work so that you are not stressed p>
I swallowed. “He really said all that p>
“Yes, Luna,” he replied, “his exact words were: ’She will not lift what I can lift for her p>
I closed the letter and held it to my chest for a moment.
Janae bumped my shoulder gently. “So… are you going to say something? Because everyone is staring like they need permission to breathe p>
I stepped closer to the truck and turned around to face everyone. “Thank you,” I said quietly at first, then louder, “thank you all. You can go back to work now. And… please don’t scratch it, I’m begging p>
Laughter rippled through the staff. The tension broke gently, like ice melting.
As people started to leave, Janae nudged me again. “So… fruit, hm? You’re carrying his fruit. That man is dramatic and romantic at the same time. It’s dangerous p>
I let out a shaky breath. “I don’t even know how to react p>
“You reacted,” she said softly, “you smiled p>
I took a slow breath and pulled out my phone. My fingers hesitated over the call button, not because I didn’t want to speak to him, but because I didn’t know how to put this feeling into words.
How do you thank someone for making you feel safe? How do you say you’re grateful without sounding like you’re about to cry again?
I just pressed call before I could overthink it.
He picked up almost instantly. “My love,” he said, voice warm and alive like he had been waiting for the call.
I swallowed. “So… you sent a whole cybertruck to my office p>
“I did.” He sounded like he was smiling.
“Decorated with flowers,” I added, staring at the roses still dripping petals on the hood.
“Yes p>
“And a note p>
“Yes p>
I blinked, a useless tear sliding down again. “Why? You didn’t have to p>
His voice softened, like he could hear the way my heart was shaking. “I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to. You are carrying our child, Elara. Even if it’s just the size of a seed right now, it’s still ours. I can handle everything else p>
I tried to respond, but the words tangled in my chest. I ended up whispering, “You make it sound easy p>
“I’m trying to make it feel less heavy,” he said, quiet but steady, “I know you’re scared. I know it even if you don’t say it. So let me hold whatever you’re afraid of. Just give me that chance p>
For a moment, I didn’t speak. I just closed my eyes and let his words sink into the cracks of me.
“I don’t want to be a burden,” I finally admitted, my voice small.
“You could never be,” he answered without a single pause, “you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. This baby is the second p>
I let out a shaky breath that almost turned into a laugh. “You’re too much p>
“I know,” he said, sounding proud of it, “and you love me like that p>
Silence lingered, but not the uncomfortable kind. The kind that holds you gently.
“I do,” I whispered.