Chapter 28

Aurora's POV
Today, I am five months pregnant. My belly is bigger than ever, and every day I feel the miracle growing inside me. Although I am very grateful for all of this, there is one thing that continues to bother me. I still can’t contact my sister, Molly. For some reason, the longing to see her in person is getting deeper, and I feel like something is missing.
As I pondered silently, Dante’s voice brought me out of my reverie. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, approaching me with the concern he always showed.
I let out a heavy breath, looking at him with a little sadness. “I’m thinking about Molly. I miss her so much, but for some reason, I can’t contact her. Even my parents don’t know where she is,” I replied.
Dante nodded, understanding my feelings. “It’s natural for you to miss her, especially at a time like this. This is an important moment in your life, and I’m sure she wants to know about your progress too,” he said softly.
“I just wish I could share the happy news about our children, about my pregnancy. “Sometimes, it’s hard to have this distance,” I said, feeling the longing deepen.
Dante leaned in and placed his hand on my stomach. “She’ll come back into your life when the time is right. The only thing we can do now is stay in touch and support each other. If there’s another way to contact her, we can try it together,” he said, trying to give me hope.
I nodded, feeling a little better for his support. “Thank you, Dante. I know you’re always there for me. But sometimes, the longing is hard to deal with.”
“We can schedule a visit out of town, or find another way to communicate. Don’t let this affect the happy moments you’re having right now,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with optimism.
“Yeah, that might be a good idea. I want to make sure that everyone, including Molly, knows how much she means to me,” I said, determined not to let the distance get in the way of the important relationships.
With each word he spoke, I felt more empowered. This moment of hope, despite the uncertainty about Molly, reinforced how important it is to stay connected to the people I love—especially as I look forward to the arrival of our children who will fill my life with new hope.
During my pregnancy, I started learning to cook. Even though it was a simple dish, I felt proud to be able to prepare something special for Dante—his favorite dish, sweet and sour shrimp. The process of cooking became a way for me to pass the time and ease the anxiety that sometimes came when I thought about preparing to welcome our babies.
Of course, there were some challenges along the way. I cut my hand a few times while de-shelling the shrimp. But slowly, I got used to the process and found a sense of satisfaction in seeing the results of my cooking.
"Are you cooking again?" Dante asked with a look of amazement as he entered the kitchen and smelled the delicious aroma of food being cooked.
"Yes, this time I tried making sweet and sour shrimp. I thought you would like it," I replied with a proud smile, feeling happy to know that this dish was one of his favorites.
"Wow, I can't wait to try it! You seem like a great chef!" he replied, smiling and encouraging.
A warm feeling enveloped my heart at his compliment. “Thank you! Even though it’s still early days, I’m learning slowly. I want to make sure that all the dishes I make are to your taste,” I said, feeling even more motivated.
“But more importantly, I’m glad to see you enjoying the process. Your love for cooking is an amazing thing,” Dante replied, looking at me lovingly.
My smile widened, and I took a moment to remind myself of this journey. Learning to cook isn’t just about the food that’s served, but also about creating space for yourself to grow, channeling love through food, and sharing happiness with the people I love.
“Then, make sure to try it as soon as possible!” I said with a laugh, feeling the excitement spreading between us. With great anticipation, I awaited the beautiful moments when Dante would enjoy the results of my cooking, feeling the closeness that I hope will always be a part of our relationship as a couple and future parents.
Even though there are servants in this house who are always ready to help, I still want to play a bigger role in household matters, especially when it comes to cooking. I feel it is important to get involved and learn to live this responsibility, especially when maternal instincts start to emerge when I think about my children.
“Can you help me supervise and clean up the kitchen after I cook? I’m still pretty tired after all this, and sometimes I’m not that quick to clean up after cooking,” I asked the maid in a pleading tone.
The maid smiled and nodded, seeming to understand my situation. “Of course, ma’am. I’m here to help you with this. Don’t hesitate to let me know if you need any more support,” she replied with understanding.
“Thank you for helping me out,” I said sincerely, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. Having a maid around the house made me feel more at ease in carrying out my daily activities, especially when I was pregnant and trying to maintain my energy.
The maid began to take over the cleaning work, and I felt relieved to be able to focus on cooking without having to worry about the many things that had to be done afterward. However, at the same time, I didn’t want to rely entirely on others. I wanted to be proactive and learn how to take care of a household properly.