Chapter 487 Willing
The kids in line were all on edge. If I actually got on the ride behind one of those little rascals, forget about fitting in, the judgmental stares from the kids alone would make me feel embarrassed.
Brad wasn't trying to cheer me up; he was clearly trying to get under my skin.
That day, Brad and I roamed around the amusement park for ages but didn't get to go on any rides because the lines were insane.
Later, he bought me some fluffy cotton candy, which at least lifted my spirits a bit.
I licked the cotton candy as we walked home.
As soon as we got home, Brad took off my coat without a word and carried me into the bathroom, making me cling to his neck and scream, "Let go, what are you doing?"
"Baby, you're exhausted. I'll help you take a bath and give you a massage, free of charge, guaranteed satisfaction," Brad said, seriously taking off my thin sweater.
The sweater's design was a bit complicated. It had fine ribbons at the collar and cuffs, which I had spent a lot of time tying into beautiful and intricate knots. They were hard to untie unless he was the one who tied them.
Seeing Brad sweating profusely but still not giving up, I secretly laughed.
Brad glared at me fiercely, but then, in my triumphant smile, he tore the ribbons apart.
Then he made love to me fiercely.
Even though I was so exhausted that even breathing felt like an effort, I still mustered the energy to say, "We didn't use any contraception just now."
Brad pursed his lips, with a smile full of achieved conspiracy. "What are you afraid of? I'm only afraid you won't get pregnant."
"Did you do it on purpose?" I asked him hesitantly.
Brad smirked and caught my hand, which I had raised to hit him but failed due to lack of strength. He kissed my hand and then pressed it back onto the bed.
He leaned over again, holding me through the blanket, and said, "Baby, I didn't do it on purpose; I did it intentionally."
"I haven't graduated yet," I said, trying to push him off.
"College students are allowed to get married, baby. Be good, don't move," Brad suddenly said, his voice muffled as he spoke into my shoulder. "I want a child from you; boy or girl, it doesn't matter. When our child grows up, we'll take them to the amusement park to ride the little monkey cars."
My anger and worry softened instantly at his words.
A house, two people in love, two or three babies, maybe even a smart little dog, and a tree in the yard that blooms in spring.
That was the life I want.
But not now.
"But Brad, I haven't earned enough to support you yet," I said, running my fingers through his thick hair.
Brad replied, "It doesn't matter. I can support you. I'll make a lot of money and give it all to you to manage. You just need to wait for me at home."But I didn't want to be the woman behind you. I wanted to walk side by side with you.
I asked, "Brad, do you want me to give up my dreams?"
Brad was taken aback. After a moment, he said softly, "No, I just want to keep you all to myself so no one else can see you."
"Did something happen?" I asked, puzzled.
Brad replied, "Nothing, it's just that I don't like the way people look at you. Baby, I'm jealous."
Hearing his small, aggrieved muttering, I couldn't help but laugh.
Brad being jealous was kind of cute.
"Don't worry. I won't like anyone else," I said, patting Brad's head like he was a dog that had been wronged.
After a while, I finally heard him respond.
The next day, after I finished the breakfast Brad had prepared, he handed me a small white pill and a cup of water, "Take it."
The pill was bitter; I didn't want to take it. Besides, I wasn't sick, so why take medicine?
I shook my head, firmly refusing.
Brad, in a good mood, stuffed the pill into my mouth, pinched my cheeks to make me open my mouth, and then gave me a small sip of water.
"What kind of medicine is so bitter?" I said, holding my throat, feeling like the pill was stuck there and hadn't gone down.
Brad said, "Emergency contraceptive; it's not bitter. Drink some more water."
My hand froze on my throat, feeling a bit at a loss.
I looked up, and besides gentleness and calmness, Brad's eyes seemed to hide something I couldn't understand. Was it disappointment?
I asked, "What's wrong? Don't you want to have a baby so soon?"
So, you went out early in the morning to buy contraceptives?
I pushed him away and rushed to the bathroom, trying to vomit out the pill I had swallowed.
He stopped me, holding me tightly despite my struggles, and used a wet towel to wipe my dirty face.
I exclaimed, "Let go, if I don't spit it out soon, it'll dissolve completely."
Brad said, "Why spit it out? If you don't want to have a baby now, we can wait a few years. Don't be silly; it's very uncomfortable to vomit."
I replied, "I want to spit out the pill, let me go."
Brad's hand holding the towel paused as he stared at me in the mirror, looking confused.
Taking advantage of his distraction, I grabbed the towel and threw it on the sink. I looked up seriously and said, "Brad, did you misunderstand? It's not that I don't want to have your baby, but I don't want to give up my career and dreams because of having a baby.
So, Brad, even if I do have a baby, don't trap me, okay? I don't want to be a flower kept in a greenhouse. Let me do my own thing and achieve my lifelong dreams, okay?
Brad, I love you, so I'm willing to have your child. Don't be disappointed in me, and don't be sad."
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