The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156

Life was going fast and also slow for Mia. The days were long, but the weeks flew by. Juggling school and being pregnant felt like the worst thing in the world, yet somehow, it was also turning into the best.

Classes were overwhelming. Her feet ached constantly, her back felt like it was carrying a bag of cement, and the nausea still visited like an uninvited guest every now and then.

But despite all that, Mia was pushing through. She was determined to make this work. Not just for her, but for the tiny human growing inside her.

The first time she heard her baby’s heartbeat, she had cried so hard the nurse got worried. But it wasn’t out of fear. It was joy. Pure, unfiltered joy.

That sound, the rhythmic thump coming from the tiny life inside her was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard.

It made everything real. She was going to be a mother.

Every week her body changed, and so did her emotions. One second she was laughing with Ethan while watching some dumb YouTube video about cats falling off tables, and the next she was sobbing over a cereal commercial because the father kissed his daughter on the forehead.

She lay in bed most nights crying. Sometimes silently, sometimes loudly into her pillow.

Crying for Alex. Wishing, praying he was there. Not because she needed him to save her, but because despite everything, she missed him. She missed the way he laughed, the way he always held her chin up when she was down, and how he looked at her like she was the only girl in the world.

She was ashamed to admit it, but during her lowest moments-when the pressure from school, her body, and the loneliness weighed heavy on her, she had tried calling him. She had picked up her phone, hands shaking, and dialed his number, only to hear that awful automated voice say, “The number you have dialed is not reachable.”

He changed his number.

Because of her.

It made her question everything. Did he have a hand in what his father did to her family? Was he in on it?

It wasn’t logical thinking. Mia knew that. But logic and emotions rarely walked the same path, and lately, her brain was a tangled mess of sadness, hormones, and crazy theories that only made her cry more.

The only thing keeping her sane was Ethan.

Her brother moving with her to school was, without doubt, the best thing that. Ethan might be messy, annoying, and eat more than a human should be allowed to, but he had her back.

He cooked when she was too tired.

He ran to the store to get her weird cravings at 2 AM without complaining, well, not too much.

He even tried to attend her prenatal classes with her, only to get kicked out of one because he asked if the baby could hear them playing loud music.

“What? It’s a valid question! I want to know if my niece or nephew is vibing to my favorite artist,” he had argued.

Mia had laughed so hard she nearly peed herself. And that was saying a lot because these days, sneezing too hard was a risk.

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Chapter 156

School itself was… a lot. Professors were mostly understanding. Some weren’t.

There was one who pretended Mia didn’t exist, even when she asked questions. But most of her classmates were kind, offering her notes, snacks, and once, a random foot massage during a long lecture which she had politely declined, because of boundaries.

The apartment they got wasn’t anything fancy, but it was home. It had two small bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room that they both crashed in after long days. They even painted the baby’s corner a soft yellow.

She was starting to buy baby clothes bit by bit. A tiny pair of socks here, a onesie there. She didn’t know if it was a boy or girl yet. But she didn’t care. She just wanted them to be healthy, to be safe.

Sometimes she would press her hand against her stomach and whisper, “Please don’t look like your father.”

But that was a lie.

Because deep down, she knew if the baby looked like Alex, she would love them even more.

– And that thought always brought a new wave of tears.

She knew people would talk. Some already were. Whispers in hallways, lingering stares. One time she walked into a study group and someone actually stopped talking. She had ignored it.

She was growing thicker skin, She had to. She was growing a life inside her, and that made her feel like a superhero most days.

Still, there were days she wanted to hide. Days when her body felt too big, her mind too scattered, and her heart too broken.

But Ethan was always there, pulling her back.

One evening, as she waddled to the couch with a tub of ice cream, Ethan looked at her and said, “You know, you’re kinda like Thanos right now. All-powerful, a little scary, and slightly purple.”

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