89. Father....

VICTOR....

I stared at my little bird, in a daze... Her words seemed to be like a hard puzzle, jamming up my brain.

"What?" I murmured.

She blinked. Perhaps she realized my non-functional mind. She smiled and caressed her belly with my hand. "Mr. Chairman, you are going to be a father."

And I froze... I did not expect it. Everything started blurring before my vision, and I felt ticklish under my eyes.

Bella gasped, slowly raised her hands, and touched my cheeks. "You're crying, baby." She kissed my tears away.

Hold on... I was crying? I touched my face and... she was right, I was crying. But I did not intend to cry. I... I don't know how it feels. This sensation, it was too new to me. I felt so light, as if floating in the sky. There were no worries or sorrows, just me, my little bird, and perhaps... our child.

Wait... "Our child." I murmur the words, tasting them on my tongue. It feels so simple, yet so heavy to bear. I look down at her belly. "Our..." I mutter again, "I am go