Chapter 488 Peaceful
Brad just stared at me, looking totally lost. I figured he didn't get it, so I said it again. Before I could say anything else, he pulled me into a tight hug, resting his head on my shoulder without a word.
I awkwardly patted his back and asked, "Brad, what's up? Did I say something wrong?"
Brad finally spoke, "No, I'm just really touched. I thought you didn't want to have a baby with me. I misunderstood. You do want to, right?"
I'd never seen Brad so unsure of himself.
If he hadn't said that, I would've never known he felt this way.
But why would he think that? Haven't we already committed to each other?
I said, "Of course I want to. The father of my baby can only be you. I've thought it through. We'll have two kids, a daughter who looks like me and a son who looks like you. We'll raise them together and make them the happiest kids ever."
"Do you know, baby, even being with you, I often feel like it's not real. I'm so scared that one day I'll wake up and you won't be there, that it was all just a dream. Hearing that you want to have a baby with me makes me so happy. Baby, I'm so happy. I've never been this happy before." Brad, like a kid who just got his favorite toy, couldn't stop talking.
So he had all these thoughts in his head.
Was it because I hadn't done enough, hadn't given him enough security, that he always seemed so unsure and anxious?
"I'm sorry, Brad. It's my fault. I didn't make myself clear and made you sad." I apologized sincerely.
In our relationship, he had always given more, and I had always taken more. Because of my awkwardness, I rarely even said "I love you."
Several times during sex, he would hoarsely ask me to say I loved him, but I couldn't get the words out. It wasn't that I didn't want to say it or that I didn't love him; it was just pure awkwardness.
I didn't realize that my awkwardness came across to him as uncertainty.
No wonder he felt so insecure.
Brad chuckled, cupping my face and giving me a strong kiss. "Don't overthink it. It's not that you're not good enough; it's that you're too good, too dazzling. I'm afraid I don't deserve you. And you're still young, while I'm already thirty. I'm worried I won't be able to keep up with you."
"I want you to be left behind," I said, wriggling out of his embrace and dashing away.
Brad laughed brightly, rolling up his sleeves. "Just wait till I catch you!"
What could he do to me? Probably just make love.
When I was fully awake and sitting on the couch, I suddenly remembered that today wasn't the 15th or the 30th. Why was he still so crazy?
The next day was a weekend. The campus was quiet, with most students out having fun.
Yet Brad and I weren't so lucky. He was painting in the studio, and I was grinding mineral powder in the lab.
In the third year of grad school, there were basically no classes. All the students were preparing for graduation. Elliot, who had already graduated, kept me busy in the lab for our shared goals.Finally, Elliot called it a day. He made some excuse about having something urgent and sped off, not even pretending to be polite.
I figured he must be rushing to meet Bronte; nothing else would make him bolt like that.
Rubbing my sore arm, I stood by the roadside, wondering how I was going to get home.
The ride-hailing app showed over 400 people in line. At this rate, I'd be waiting until morning.
Times like this made me really wish I had my driver's license already. Then I could just buy a car and drive myself wherever I wanted.
In the end, I called Brad to come pick me up. Just then, a gray Bugatti pulled up beside me, and the window rolled down to reveal a young, handsome face.
It was Uriah, smiling at me from the driver's seat.
I was a bit puzzled as to why he wasn't out having fun.
Uriah got out of the car and said, "Hey! Are you waiting for someone?"
I took a half-step back discreetly. Although it was Uriah, my past unpleasant experiences with the Taylor family made me extra cautious around anything related to them.
I replied, "Mr. Taylor, what a coincidence. I just got off work and was about to call my boyfriend to pick me up."
Uriah said, "Are you heading back to campus? I'm going that way too. Let's go together."
I initially wanted to refuse, but then I thought, since it was on the way, we might as well go together. We were partners, and we would have to interact in the future, so there was no need to be overly distant.
I responded, "Thank you, Mr. Taylor."
"You're welcome." Uriah opened the passenger door like a gentleman and even extended his arm to prevent me from hitting the car.
I had planned to sit in the back, but it didn't seem right to make him my chauffeur, so I didn't refuse.
However, the passenger seat often holds special significance for some men. Sitting there made me feel a bit uneasy.
Uriah asked, "Is it just me, or do you seem a bit uncomfortable?"
I laughed awkwardly, unable to think of another excuse, so I told the truth. "Isn't the passenger seat usually reserved for a girlfriend?"
Uriah laughed heartily, his expression particularly joyful. "Don't worry. So far, only three women have sat in my passenger seat: my mom, my sister, and you. I don't know when I'll have a girlfriend, but until then, you can sit there without any worries."
On the surface, he was reassuring me not to overthink it, but for some reason, his words made me feel uncomfortable.
I asked, "Mr. Taylor, you have a sister?"
Uriah noticed my unease and patiently explained, "I have a biological sister. She's very sweet. I'll introduce you to her sometime."
Thank goodness, it wasn't Jenny.
The drive was neither too long nor too short, about twenty minutes.
Two unfamiliar people sitting in a small car felt awkward, so I took out my phone to ease the tension.
I sent a message: [Brad, I'm off work. I'm riding back to campus with Mr. Taylor. Can you come pick me up?]
Brad: [Why are you in Uriah's car?]
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