Still Pregnant

The next day

Mireille stepped out of the car, a black jacket draped over her dress. James walked to her side with her luggage.

“You won’t regret this, Mireille.” He said to her, reassuringly.

“I don’t want or need you to tell me anything, James.” She replied.

“I know you think I am ridding you of your happiness in some way but…”

“It’s okay, James. I don’t want to have to listen to how everything is for my own good and how I would thank you in the future for all of it.” She cut him off and James pressed his lips into a thin line.

“Someone wanted to see you before you left though.” he said and Mireille raised a brow.

James motioned behind her and Mireille turned to see Belinda standing behind her.

“Mireille.” Belinda called but Mireille looked away from her and faced James.

“Did I ask you to bring anyone along? Didn’t I tell you that I didn’t want to see anyone anymore?” She asked and James sighed softly.

“I was just thinking that she was your best friend and you will miss her a lot if you are gone so maybe the both of you should see each other one last time.”

“Dante is the one I love and and I am going to miss him so so much too but where is he? You didn’t bring him to see me one last time? If you didn’t bring him, I see no reason why you brought Belinda to me.”

“Mireille.” Belinda threw herself at Mireille, hugging her from the back tightly.

“I am sorry, Mireille. I just wanted you to be happy. I… I thought that as long as you were happy and safe with Dante, everything would be perfect. I should have told you, as your best friend but I was stupid. I am really sorry, Mireille.” she apologized and Mireille pulled away from the back hug.

She stared at Belinda for a few seconds and then pulled her into a tight hug.

“Belinda.”

“Mireille.”

“It’s okay, Belinda. I know you were doing it because of me.”

The two of them remained in that position for a while before disengaging. Belinda held Mireille’s hands, her eyes filled with compassion.

“Are you sure you want to leave?” Belinda asked.

“That is the best thing for her to do.” James chipped in.

“I have to leave, Belinda. Everything here tires me out but if I feel better one day, I will come back.” Mireille replied and Belinda gave her a small smile.

“I will support whatever you want to do. If you are going to come back one day, then please let me know.”

“I will, for sure. I will give you a call when I settle down.” Mireille replied and Belinda hugged her again.

“Mireille, it is time for us to leave.” James said and Mireille disengaged from the hug.

She looked around the place, her eyes seeming to be searching for something or someone.

“Searching for something?” James asked just as Mireille set her gaze on a black, luxurious car with tinted windows.

She looked intently at the car, knowing fully well who was in the car. It had to be Dante, of course.

“We will leave now.” James said to Belinda and took Mireille’s hand, leading her into the airport.

Belinda stared until Mireille and James were out of sight. She turned on her heel, her face fallen and walked over to the white car that was just beside the black car with tinted windows.

Ditto stepped out of the car, pulling the door open for Belinda to get in. He did the seatbelt and stopped right in front of her face.

“Linda, everything is going to be just fine. I am sure boss would bring Miss. Mireille back after a few days. He can’t do without her.” Ditto said, gently caressing Belinda’s face.

“I really hope so. Mireille does not deserve to be sad.”

“Just a minute.” Ditto pulled away and shut the car door before walking towards the black car.

The tinted window slid down when Ditto got close enough.

“Boss, would you like me to find out what country Miss. Mireille is going to and her location in…”

“You don’t have to.” Dante cut him off.

“It’s better if I have no idea about where she is because that is when I can truly let her spread her wings and fly high. You may leave, I will remain here for a little while more.”

“Oh, alright boss.”

*

Days had slowly rolled into weeks and it had been three weeks since Mireille left the country. Three weeks of misery for both Dante and Mireille.

Multiple times, Dante had thought of going to get Mireille back but each time, he had held himself back. For the past three weeks, he had remained indoors, leading a pretty messed up life.

He had not stepped into his company even once since the incident had happened and he had stopped working on the several files that filled his table and his laptop.

He spent most of his time drinking and sniffing things Mireille had left behind, just to fill his nostrils with the scent of her. He could not tell for how long he would remain like this, maybe he would remain that way until his death. He had no idea.

James was still staying with Mireille in Iceland. He wanted to be there when Mireille found out that she was still pregnant so that he would be able to finish off the job and ensure that she would never go back to Dante.

“James!!” Mireille’s scream woke James up from his evening nap. He groaned, getting off the bed.

“What’s the issue?” He asked as Mireille ran into his room.

James noticed that she looked happy for the first time in three weeks even though she had tears in her eyes too.

His gaze dropped to her hand and he saw the pregnancy test trip in her hand.

“I am still pregnant!” Mireille let out and in her excitement, she jumped on James, hugging him tightly.

“I am really pregnant! The doctor must have given you guys the wrong results. My baby is still alive and inside of me.” she squealed excitedly as James pulled her off him, faking a surprised look.

“Really??”

“Yes, James! I have… I have been feeling it. I could feel that I was still pregnant and that’s why I decided to run this test. I am really pregnant.” she looked so happy.

“Oh my! This is great news, Mireille!”

“I know, right?” Mireille wrapped her left hand over her stomach.

“Dante will be so excited to hear this! I have to tell him about this right now!” Mireille reached into her pocket and brought out her phone.

She had gotten a new phone when she got to Iceland but she knew Dante’s contact. She was about punching it in when James snatched the phone from her.

“Dante? Why would you want to tell Dante about this?”

Mireille’s brows slowly arched.

“He is the father.” she replied slowly.

“Have you forgotten all what happened? No, Mireille! You won’t be telling Dante about this child!”