Chapter Thirty-two

Emery: A Prince's Adventure

Emery: 32

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Emery: 32

Emery

''I don't need your lecture,'' I say without turning around to look at my mother—who's probably going to start asking me about Hannah and the baby. Then, she's going to ask me about Emma.

''In fact, I don't need anything.'' I add, in anger.

My mother closes the door behind her a little bit too forceful—then, she begins to walk towards me with a frown in between her brows. Her face shows it all; she wants to be mad at me, probably scream and shout but she knows that I'm no longer a kid.

''What happened back in Australia? What happened to my son? I can't believe what I heard from her and that's why I want to hear it from you,'' She looks up at me—straight into my eyes.

''Look, mother. I don't want to be disrespectful but I need to be alone and you out of anyone would truly understand that,'' I say, walking out of the room to leave her standing there by herself as she sighs.

My heart aches to speak like that—but it hurts me more how I'm slowly losing everything. Before I can continue to walk down the hall, I immediately stop my steps as I see Hannah appearing from the stairs, her eyes meeting mine in an instant.

''Fucking hell,'' I mutter to myself.

I roll my eyes in annoyance as I make my way towards the other direction, ignoring her calling out my name because I don't need her here right now. I don't need her at all—she can just leave for all I care.

''Emery!'' She calls out, louder.

Just as I'm about to walk upstairs, I see Emma.

Both of her eyes are looking at me after glancing at someone behind me—Hannah. I don't waste a single second to look at Hannah because I just want to look at my wife; even though I see pain in her.

She's probably going to hate me forever and I intend to change that; just so that I can make her see and feel my sincerity in our marriage, our relationship. Emma and I are going to last until our last breaths, no one is going to stop me or us from achieving that.

Without further ado, I head straight towards Emma and pull her by the hand—leading the way without glancing back at Hannah. She needs to learn her boundaries and she needs to respect me and my marriage. Her coming here is a big mistake.

I close the bedroom door behind us as we enter.

''Let me guess. You want to talk?'' Emma asks.

I turn to look at her; both eyes never leaving hers before glancing down at her stomach—the small bump showing which causes me to sigh deeply.

''Yes. I want to talk,'' I reply as I reduce the distance between us, ''Because there's a lot of things we need to talk about—we need to understand each other better and if we keep on running away, that's not going to solve anything.'' I add, slowly.

''What is she doing here, Emery?'' She asks again.

I frown, ''The baby. She wants me to think that the baby is mine when it's not; I'm sure of it,'' I reply.

''How can you be so sure? She needs to get the paternity test done then we can be sure,'' She says, looking directly into my eyes and I nod; agreeing with her because I know that she's right. That's the only way for me, for us, to know whether the baby is mine or not—she can't fool me.

I lift my hand up to caress the side of her face, slowly making her close her eyes; showing how she's missing my touch and missing me being close to her. We don't want to keep on fighting about this—we need to solve it properly, not with arguing.

''I'm sorry, sweetheart.'' I mutter, softly.

All of a sudden, she begins to pull me in for a hug as she wraps her arms around my neck. I give in by placing both of my hands on her waist before slowly wrapping my arms around her body.

''I'm sorry, too.'' She replies, snuggling closer.

''It's not even your fault,'' I breathe out.

Emma pulls away, frowning as she avoids meeting my eyes before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. ''What if the baby is yours?'' She asks, a simple yet complicated question that I don't have the answer myself but yes, what if.

''I don't want to think about that, Emma.'' I reply.

''No. There's a possibility that the unborn child could be yours and you can't run away from that if the baby is yours—you can't just look away and not think of your own child even if you don't love Hannah,'' She continues to speak, making my head ache in pain.

My eyes remain focus in hers; thinking of Hannah and thinking of her at the same time. Emma is carrying my child—that's a confirmation but Hannah, she might or might not carry my child. This might all be a stupid set up. She did that to me once.

''I'm okay with that, Emery.'' She breathes out.

''What?'' I ask, completely speechless.

My heart begins to hurt as she places both of her hands on the small baby bump—making me catch the tears that has fallen from her eyes. I can't help but see images of us with our child, capturing her or his first steps and first words; the beautiful face just like her or his mother. Our future, the one I hope for most.

''I want you to know that if the baby is yours, I'm okay with that—as painful as it is admitting this, but no child deserves to grow up without a father.'' She says, not looking at me in the eye at all.

I walk towards her before quickly pulling her into an embrace; why? Because I agree with her. If the baby is mine, I can't just leave and act like I'm not the father but then again—what about my life with Emma? What about our own baby? I've vowed, to only one woman for the rest of my life but how can things be different? Complicated even.

She sobs louder as she snuggles closer.

''Shh. I'm right here,'' I whisper in her ear. ''I'm not going anywhere. I promise,'' I add, slowly.

We stay like that for the next few minutes, not moving away because for some reason, we both know it's breaking us both. Our situation is truly breaking us, the kind of problem that we didn't think we could ever face but look at us now, we're facing it.

Just like that, Emma starts to pull away and begin exiting the room—leaving Evelyn and I. I watch until she disappears from my sight; every single amount of emotions are clouding my capability to think.

''You okay?'' Evelyn asks, concern.

My eyes remain on hers, seeing that she's slowly heading towards me. I sit down on the bed; confused. ''That's the nicest thing you've ever said ever since this whole shit starts to happen,'' I answer, earning myself a chuckle from her as she crosses her arms.

''I'm worried about you, Emery. Yes, this could be your fault but you're still my little brother. You can't face all of this by yourself. What if you've reached your edge and start to do unthinkable things?'' She states, making me realise that it's true.

''I'm fine,'' I mutter under my breath.

Fine is definitely out of topic. I feel like screaming my soul out and just destroy everything; that's what I feel. None of this bullshit makes any sense and my heart, my soul, my mind is hurting. It's almost too hard to even think properly nowadays.

Emma is my only point of being strong.