The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157

A lot of people thought Ethan was her husband or something, but Mia didn’t bother correcting a lot of those assumptions.

She could see it on their faces, the way their eyes lingered a little too long on her round belly and then shifted to Ethan protectively hovering beside her.

The way the cashier at the local grocery store smiled a little too wide and said, “Tell your husband this is a good deal for diapers,” like it was a harmless assumption.

Mia never corrected anyone. It was easier that way. Safer too. If people thought Ethan was her man, they stayed away. Less questions, less gossip, less danger.

Imagine being a pregnant girl living alone in a strange new city. That would have been horrible for her. Unbearable. Unthinkable.

But Ethan had been her anchor through it all. Her older brother, her protector, her absolute angel.

Mia honestly had no idea how to explain the change in her siblings and mom.

The Turners were not the Turners of Willowcrest anymore. That old chapter was closed. Maybe not forgotten, but definitely closed.

Ethan already had his tattoo shop running. It wasn’t blowing up yet, but that was expected. It was new, still finding its feet. But Mia could tell how much he loved it.

He would come home with ink on his fingers and stories about some new design he did or how a client cried after seeing their tattoo in the mirror. He was happy. Genuinely happy.

And her mom? Esther Turner? The same woman that used to spend all day flirting and fucking younger men and older men as long as they had money.

That woman had somehow turned a new leaf.

She opened a flower shop.

A flower shop.

According to her, there weren’t many flower shops around.

Mia never thought she would associate picking out and selling flowers with her mother.

Esther Turner, who used to wear high heels even to the kitchen and smoked like she was getting paid, now she had dirt under her nails and flowers in her hair.

She has visited Mia a few times since she came to school, sometimes with new flowers, sometimes with tears in her eyes.

Lily and Ann too were learning fashion and helping their mom at the shop. From girls who used to spend every waking moment arguing about what man’s bed they should jump into next.

Unbelievable.

Sometimes Mia would sit back and think maybe Blackwell really did them a favor.

Being kicked out of Willowcrest was the best thing that ever happened to them. Sometimes life had to completely fall apart before it could rebuild something better.

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Chapter 157

School had already given her leave. She could go into labor at any moment. She was ready, or as ready as anyone could be.

The bag was packed. The documents were in place. The hospital number was on speed dial. Ethan had rehearsed the route to the hospital.

She still couldn’t believe she had made it this far.

She stretched her legs slowly, her back pressing into the soft couch, letting out a tired sigh. Her toes wiggled to the imaginary beat in her head, and she hummed something random. Not even a real song, just soft nonsense that made her feel less alone.

She was sitting in the living room, licking an orange. She let the juice drip a little as she shook her leg, still humming.

This was her favorite kind of peace.

Even with the fear of labor hanging over her head, even with the ache in her lower back and the constant trips to the bathroom, Mia felt content.

She was carrying a life. A whole life. Hers.

Her thoughts wandered as they often did lately.

Would the baby look like her? Would they have her eyes or their father’s lips? Would they laugh like her or smile like Alex?

Alex.

She winced.

Mia don’t…..

But the thoughts came anyway.

She was ashamed to admit that she wanted him here with her right now.

Her chest tightened.

Pregnancy did mess with her head. It made her fears louder and your memories sharper.

Every theory her mind created about Alex felt real.

She cries over everything, it was exhausting sometimes.

She cried over spilled cereal. Cried over forgotten socks. Cried when a bird hit the window.

Everything felt too much.

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