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MILO

“You are?” She asks me, her eyes widened in shock.

“What kind of question is that?” I chuckle humorlessly. “Of course! I am not that selfish to be mad about something that’s a gift.” I assured her as I kiss her fingertips while holding her hands tighter on mine but careful enough not to squeeze them.

Her lips forms into the weakest smile that she could do and how it warms my heart to see it.

“Let’s talk about this when we land Paris, okay?” I cooed as I wipe her tears.

She nods and the entire flight, we were both silent.

I wasn’t silent because I didn’t like what she told me but to be honest I don’t know if I am happy too. In so many ways, I don’t know if I am utterly happy because there are so many reasons not to. Deep inside me, I am troubled and still haunted of what happened in the past. In the back of my head and in my heart, I am sad that she is conceiving our baby because I couldn’t help myself not to think about the things that will change between us.

Even though it