My Cold-Hearted Husband Wants Me Back
Chapter 134: Don’t Make The Same Mistake

Chapter 134: Don’t Make The Same Mistake

Lunara blinked, as if trying to process the words again. "Pregnant?" she repeated, her voice barely heard. She looked at Naomi, whose face was pale and damp with sweat, and then back at Eryx. "She’s pregnant?"

Eryx gave a tight nod. "Almost three months."

Lunara covered her mouth with her hand, stunned. The silence between them stretched, heavy and uncertain.

Lunara covered her mouth with her hand, stunned. The silence between them stretched, heavy and uncertain.

Just when Eryx and Naomi expected a completely different reaction, Lunara suddenly burst out, her voice rising with excitement.

"You’re pregnant? Arghh! I’m going to be an auntie?! Oh my God, Naomi! Congratulations!"

Naomi stared at her, speechless. For a moment, she couldn’t tell if she was dreaming. Her lips parted, but no words came out, just a soft, trembling breath. Then, as if a dam broke, tears welled up in her eyes and spilled freely down her cheeks.

That was the first "congratulations" she had received since finding out she was pregnant. The first kind word that didn’t come with fear, worry, or judgment.

Lunara noticed the tears and immediately softened. "Hey, hey... I didn’t mean to make you cry," she said, pulling Naomi into a gentle hug.

Naomi shook her head against Lunara’s shoulder, whispering, "No... it’s okay. I just didn’t expect that. I really needed it."

Eryx stood quietly, watching the scene with a mixture of relief and guilt. He had been too caught up in panic to say anything kind. But Lunara, as always, had known exactly what Naomi needed.

Lunara suddenly snapped her head toward Eryx, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "Did you scold her?"

Eryx blinked, caught off guard. "What? No—I mean, maybe I raised my voice a little, but I was just worried!"

Lunara’s expression didn’t soften. "She’s pregnant and probably terrified, and you thought yelling was a great idea?" She clicked her tongue and shot him a playful glare. "Let’s go, we really need to take her to the hospital." She turned back to Naomi with concern.

"No, I’m really okay," Naomi said, gently shaking her head. "I’ll be fine after resting."

"But your fever—" Eryx started, only for Naomi to cut in.

"It’s not that high. Just let me rest tonight, please. If I don’t feel better by morning, we’ll go."

Lunara looked uncertain but finally gave a small nod. "Alright, but I’m staying with you tonight, okay? No arguments."

Eryx suddenly tugged on Lunara’s shirt. "Young Madam, you didn’t ask me that. Who’s going to sleep with me if you—"

Before he could finish, Lunara quickly tiptoed and planted a soft peck on his lips. "Good night, Mr. Grantham," she said sweetly, cutting off his sulking with a smile. Then she gently wrapped an arm around Naomi. "Let’s go."

Naomi didn’t resist. For the first time in days, maybe weeks, she felt a flicker of warmth, not from her body, which still ached but from the quiet comfort of having someone by her side.

Lunara helped Naomi settle into bed, fluffing a pillow and pulling the blanket up to her shoulders. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. She didn’t say much at first, just sat beside her, tucking her legs up and leaning back on her hands.

After a few quiet moments, Lunara stretched out beside Naomi and said lightly, "You know... I used to think morning sickness was just throwing up. But your mom told me it comes with all kinds of side quests, mood swings, weird cravings, even crying over burnt toast."

Naomi blinked, turning her head slowly on the pillow. "Why are you talking about pregnancy with mom?"

Lunara grinned, tugging the blanket up to her chin. "Well... I might’ve started mentally preparing to be a mom someday. I figured it doesn’t hurt to collect a few cheat codes early. But it looks like your miracle beat me to it."

Naomi let out a soft, breathy laugh through her nose. It was the first time all day she didn’t feel like curling into a ball. "Miracle, huh?"

"Absolutely," Lunara said, nudging her shoulder gently. "Unexpected miracles are still miracles."

Naomi blinked fast. One tear slid down her cheek.

"You’re the first person who made me feel like this wasn’t... a disaster," she whispered.

Lunara scooted a bit closer and bumped their shoulders gently. "That’s because it isn’t. You’re just overwhelmed. But you’re not alone in this, okay?"

Naomi gave a small, teary laugh. "I didn’t even ask for help."

"Doesn’t matter," Lunara whispered. "Sometimes the best kind of help shows up without being asked."

Naomi didn’t say anything more, but her fingers reached out and quietly found Lunara’s hand under the blanket.

"He said he didn’t want this baby."

The words slipped out, soft but sharp, cracking through the quiet midnight like glass underfoot.

Lunara froze for a heartbeat, tightening her hold on Naomi’s hand without a word. She didn’t rush to fill the silence, didn’t gasp or push for more.

Instead, she gently asked, "Did he... mean it? Or was it one of those things people say when they’re scared and stupid?"

Naomi turned her face slightly toward the ceiling. Her voice was flat, but the tears in her eyes betrayed her.

"He didn’t say it directly," she murmured. "But when I told him... he went quiet for a long time. And then he said something like... ’This isn’t the right time,’ and that ’we should think about what’s best for both of us.’"

She swallowed, her voice tightening. "I knew what he meant. He didn’t have to say the words. I could see it in his face."

Lunara didn’t speak right away. She simply shifted closer, wrapping an arm gently over Naomi’s shoulder.

"You deserve better than vague sentences and silence," she said softly. "Don’t worry, we will always be by your side and you don’t need that kind of man in your life, just to make sure your baby has a father. I will strongly object to that kind of decision."

A silence stretched for a few seconds before Lunara spoke up again.

"Don’t make the same mistake my mother did."