Chapter 262: She Lives Like Royalty

While waiting, Evelyn slipped under the blanket and sank against the cozy, soft pillows.

Her eyes closed before she even realized it, her body melting with relief.

The house was finally quiet.

No, Laura, who loves offering snacks. Nor Jimmy, who likes hovering behind her like a worried mother hen. Just herself, hubby, and the peaceful silence of her room.

Evelyn had almost fallen asleep by the time Axel returned from the bathroom.

The door opened again, and Axel walked in wearing only his pajama pants. His upper body was bare, his skin still damp from his shower. He ran a towel through his hair while leisurely making his way to the bed.

Her first sleepy thought was that it was incredibly unfair for a man to look that good after a long day. Her second thought was that she was far too tired to react appropriately.

After turning off the light and leaving only the dim yellow lamp in the corner, Axel climbed into bed beside her and slid one arm under her shoulders so she could rest against him.

She hummed softly in satisfaction, already sinking back into half-dreams.

Yet Axel suddenly spoke.

“Did you know about your pregnancy before we received the result?”

Evelyn’s eyes snapped open again. She blinked slowly, adjusting to the sudden change from sleep to conversation.

A faint smile tugged at her lips as she answered in a lazy voice, “Hmm… I did the test pack last night. Two times.”

Axel stared at her.

“You already know?” he asked, just to make sure he didn’t hear it wrong.

“Hmm, I know.”

“Why did you not tell me?”

“I planned to tell you tonight,” she said, still sleepy, “but you messed up my plan.”

Axel can’t help but let out a deep sigh, staring at his sleepy wife in disbelief.

“I messed up your plan?”

“Yes.” She snuggled closer into his chest. “You rushed things. You insisted we go straight to the hospital this morning. You ruined my dramatic moment to surprise you…”

Instead of annoyance, Axel broke into laughter. A deep, warm, amused laugh that rumbled through his chest and vibrated softly against her cheek.

She smiled wider, eyes drifting closed again. Her laughter mixed with his, though hers was much softer.

Axel brushed his fingers through her hair. “So you wanted to surprise me?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“And you are not angry that I found out first at the hospital?”

“No. I am too tired to be angry.” She sighed, content. “And you looked happy. That is what matters.”

Axel kissed her forehead gently. “I was delighted.”

Evelyn’s breathing slowed again. She could feel sleep pulling her downward. Wrapped safely in his arms, she felt her exhaustion fade into comfort.

Right before she dozed off completely, she felt Axel whisper something near her ear.

“Next time, tell me immediately. I want to know everything with you.”

She smiled again, too sleepy to reply, but her heart answered for her.

Tonight, she felt grateful. For Axel. For their growing family. For this new, beautiful Chapter. And with that warmth in her chest, she finally fell asleep.

…

Two days passed, and Evelyn had begun to notice just how different this second pregnancy felt.

With Oliver, she had done everything on her own. No one cooked for her. No one reminded her to rest. No one stood by her when she felt dizzy, hungry, or exhausted.

Her first pregnancy had been a quiet, lonely battle she had survived, hiding from the world.

But now… now she lives like royalty.

Not just Axel, but everyone in the house treated her like she was made of delicate porcelain.

Laura followed her around with snacks. Jimmy hovered like an anxious shadow.

Even Oliver, her energetic four-year-old, acted as if he had been appointed her personal guardian.

At first, the attention overwhelmed her. She refused, insisted she could do things herself, and tried to assure everyone she wasn’t weak.

But eventually she gave up and let herself enjoy the pampering. It felt nice. Strange, but nice.

Especially when the attention came from her husband and son, they both competed in the most amusing ways, as if there was a trophy for “Best Caregiver of the Year.”

Just like this morning, after their lively breakfast.

Axel had been lingering for almost ten minutes, pacing near the dining table, adjusting his watch, checking his phone, and sighing—anything to avoid leaving for the office.

Oliver caught him instantly.

“Daddy… My teacher said we can’t make promises we can’t keep,” Oliver announced with the confidence of a tiny professor.

Axel froze mid-step. His eyes widened. He slowly turned to Evelyn, as if asking, “Did he just say what I think he said?”

She covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.

Before Axel could defend himself, Oliver continued, “You said you have a morning meeting. But now you are walking around and not going.”

Evelyn choked on her smoothie.

Axel’s mouth opened, then closed again. He looked genuinely offended, as if the four-year-old had delivered a fatal blow to his reputation.

“Buddy…” Axel cleared his throat and returned to his seat. “I was just making sure your mom is fine before I leave.”

Oliver nodded wisely. “It is fine, Daddy. You don’t need to worry. I will take care of her.”

Evelyn’s shoulders trembled, trying to keep her laughter quiet.

Oliver’s tone was serious, his small hand patting Evelyn’s arm like a little gentleman. “Yes, Mommy will be fine. I will protect her. I am very responsible.”

Axel looked at his son, feeling defeated. He couldn’t believe his son’s choice of words; it truly shocked him. “Responsible…?”

Evelyn finally spoke, smiling sweetly as she brushed Oliver’s hair. “Thank you, sweetheart. You really are the best little brother—”

Oliver immediately raised his hand, like a traffic cop stopping a car.

“No. No, Mommy. Don’t add little or brother. Just call me Oliver. Or sweetheart. That is nicer.”

“Alright, sweetheart,” Evelyn said, then bit her lip to keep from laughing.

Axel silently sighs, realizing he had somehow lost an argument to his own son.

He straightened his suit. “I will go to the office. Buddy, watch your mom. Make sure she doesn’t work too hard. If she does, call me.”

“Yes, Dad. I will.” Oliver nods solemnly.

Evelyn shook her head, amused beyond words. If she tried to say something to both of them, she would be stuck here until noon.

Axel leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Take care. And don’t let this little man boss you around too much.”

“Daddy,” Oliver corrected him, hands on his hips. “I am not little. I am big.”

“You are four,” Axel muttered as he walked toward the door.

Oliver nodded proudly. “Exactly. Huge boy.”

Evelyn laughed, watching the two most important men in her life, both equally dramatic and precious.

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