An advice from a neighbor
Larisa's pov
Why wouldn't I continue to love Dylan? Initially, I had my doubts about whether he would accept what I had to tell him. Deep down, it was a test, and he didn't know that I was about to judge him based on his response.
From what I gathered from Dylan's parents, he didn't like visiting his hometown. And after he shared with me what Taylor had done to him, I understood why he rarely went there. But because of the love he had for me, he had decided to accompany me to Taylor's house when it’s due for me to give birth.
I still remember when Dylan took his phone and called Taylor, saying, "Hi Taylor, I have seen Larisa..."
"That's wonderful," Taylor sounded genuinely excited, and Dylan put his phone on speaker mode so that I could hear their conversation clearly.
"But she mentioned something that makes it difficult for her to come."
"What's that?" Taylor asked eagerly.
"She said she can't come alone to your house. Why is she so afraid? Have you ever hit her when you were dating?" Dylan asked, and Taylor fell silent at first.
"Something like that, but it wasn't intentional. I couldn't control myself that day."
Dylan widened his eyes, looking at me.
"I suppose this is why she refuses to come, on one condition."
"What's the condition?" Taylor asked.
"She said I must accompany her there."
"Please, can you do that for me?" Taylor pleaded.
"I will think about it," Dylan ended the call and turned to face me.
"Why didn't you tell me he had hit you? When did it happen? Before or after I met you?"
"It was before you officially expressed your desire to reciprocate my love," I replied.
However, Dylan expressed concern that if he went with me to Taylor's house, it might reveal that I was dating him. Could I truly hide my feelings from Dylan while we were at Taylor's house? It would be extremely challenging, but I wanted Dylan to accompany me. Who knows if Tessy might visit in my absence?
I stood up and started laughing to myself in the house when I remembered one of Taylor's statements during Dylan's subsequent call. There was a hint of pain in Taylor's voice as he asked,
"Did you see Larisa with any other man when you saw her?"
"No," Dylan replied.
"Is she staying in her own apartment or at a man's house?"
"Her own apartment, but she asked me not to give you the address as long as she agreed to come and visit you."
"Dylan, you are my twin brother, and this thought is deeply troubling me."
"What's that?" Dylan asked.
"It's strange, but I really want to open up to you. You went as far as looking for my girlfriend, so I shouldn't hide anything from you." He paused, struggling to express his thoughts.
"I'm listening!" Dylan urged.
"Well... I have this feeling that whenever Larisa sleeps with another man, that man's sperm will somehow be bathing my baby. It makes me feel defeated by Larisa. If she doesn't want to be with me anymore, she should wait until after giving birth before being intimate with other men."
And then I loved Dylan's question to him.
"How can you be so sure that Larisa is sleeping with someone else?"
"The last time she was at my place, she was on a call, and the way she talked made me think she was speaking to a man. Plus, she's a beautiful woman, and who wouldn't want to be with such beauty?"
Taylor must be crazy for saying that. What does he expect? Does he think I'll let him sleep with me again? Although it's not scientifically proven that sperm reaches the baby in the womb, it would be better if I sleep more with Dylan so that his unique qualities might possibly be passed on to my child.
Even though Dylan isn't the father of my baby, he has encouraged me to stay at home and not stress myself during the first three months. He wants to see the joy his mother wanted to experience as a grandmother, regardless of him not being the father.
Every action by Dylan brings me closer to him emotionally, and as I closed my eyes while sitting upstairs, I heard a knock on the front door, interrupting my pleasant thoughts.
"Who is that?" I said to myself. I didn't want to be caught off guard. Maybe Steve came, just like he did that morning, and now I'm home alone. When I heard the knocking again, I quietly descended the stairs, trying not to make any noise. Carefully, I placed my feet on the floor, walking towards the door so softly that I couldn't even hear my own footsteps.
When I peeked through the peephole, I didn't see a man, but a strange woman standing there with a smile. My first thought was, is this lady here to meet Dylan? But Dylan said he doesn't have a girlfriend. So who is she? That question popped into my head, and without realizing it, I opened the door. Another surprise: the woman was holding a small brown cake in her hands, and she had a smile on her face. Within seconds of opening the door and waiting for one of us to speak first, a flood of thoughts rushed through my mind.
Is this cake for Dylan? Maybe she came to give Dylan a surprise visit, or perhaps she's one of those women, like Tessy, who wants Dylan by any means. But there was one noticeable difference. Her dressing was simple and modest, and no revealing parts of her body were exposed. And then, just one sentence erased all my thoughts.
"Good morning, my name is Mrs Sara. I'm your neighbor. Welcome!" She extended her right hand while holding the cake with her left hand.
"I'm Miss Larisa," I said, nodding and smiling.
"My late grandma had a tradition. She used to say that if you have a new neighbor, you should bake a cake for them. It has been wonderful since I started following that practice. This cake is for you," she said, using both hands to give me the cake. As she extended her hands, I caught a glimpse of the top of the small cake, which had the words 'I love you' written on it.
"Wow..." she captured my heart in an instant, and I felt a strong connection to her. It was as if I had known her for a long time.
"I would have loved to meet your grandma if she were still here. She must have had a beautiful soul. Would you like to come inside?" I asked.
"Why not?" She shrugged and walked in.
After we sat down, her first question was,
"When is Dylan coming back?"
"At 1pm."
"Whenever I see Dylan, I will tell him how lucky he is to have been the first to find the angel that came from heaven. You are so beautiful."
I smiled and went to the bar, brought a bottle of wine, and opened it. I fetched two glasses, and we began to drink.
"How well do you know Dylan?" she asked.
"He is my boyfriend."
"Hmm... I've seen a lot of ladies!" She paused and stood up, holding her wine glass, leaving me in suspense. A lot of ladies? I kept silent, waiting for her to continue. She turned to face me and continued,
"A lot of ladies have sat on the chair you're sitting on, and in the end, they left."
"Why did they leave?" I became curious.
"At first, they thought they were the chosen one. Do you know your boyfriend is very handsome?"
"Yeah!"
She came closer to me and showed me her wedding ring.
"I'm not talking about myself; I'm married. I'm talking about you. You are too beautiful to be disappointed." She took a sip from her wine glass and looked into my eyes.
"I think what I'm saying might not be relevant. Do you really want to hear more? Or am I just a nosy neighbor? But please, don't tell Dylan that I said any of this. I think I should stop here. I'm afraid you might tell him everything I've told you, and I don't think you're interested in what I have to say."
"I... I'm interested, it's just that your words sound strange to me."
"Exactly! Strange, that's exactly what the last lady Dylan brought told me. She was emotional, and at the end of the day, she left this very house in tears. I'm telling you this because you're a woman, a beautiful lady, and you shouldn't waste your time in this relationship." She looked up at my picture Dylan hung on the wall and burst into laughter.
"What's funny?" I asked, puzzled, as she continued staring at the picture.
"This wasn't the picture that was there months ago. Have you ever wondered? You're always indoors while Dylan goes out to work and meet other beautiful ladies. If you don't want to lose this relationship, don't let him deceive you into staying at home. If I were you, the best thing to do would be to find another young man and keep him as a backup. Maybe you think this house is your final destination, but be prepared for disappointment. Monitor his phone, his movements, and his calls. I want you to be the last woman to leave this place in tears. But if I were you, to avoid any heartbreak, I would rather walk away."
As I analyzed each of Sara's statements, I became confused. Is she jealous of me and Dylan?
"Promise me you won't tell him," she pleaded.
"Why would I tell him? I won't."
"To believe what I'm saying, you must have noticed it. Or maybe that number doesn't call him anymore. He never answers when that lady calls."
Sara finished her wine, thanked me, and prepared to leave.
"Thank you for the wine," she said.
"I should be the one thanking you."
"If you choose to tell him everything I've shared with you because you're in love with him now, I suspect he'll treat you the same way he treated the other women."
She turned and walked towards the door. When she reached the doorframe, she paused and said,
"If you want to, you can pay me a visit. You're always welcome." And then she left.
I couldn't move from my seat, lost in thought, reflecting on everything she had said. I love Dylan. What should I do?
Hours later, when Dylan returned from work, after we kissed at the door, the first thing I said to him was,
"From tomorrow, I want to join your team. I'm bored at home."
"But it hasn't been three months yet," he replied.
"I know, but I want to be with you."
He gave me an unapproved look, which made me desperate to accompany him to work the next day. It's better to be safe than sorry.
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