Chapter 589 She is Pregnant
"It's my wife's call, so we're doing it her way. Don't come to me for favors; I always back my wife," Oscar said.
He hung up the phone and told Harold to dig up dirt on some kid star named Floyd.
Not long after, an email popped up with all the deets.
Oscar's lips twisted into a cold grin. He called Harold, "Do whatever it takes to trash Floyd's rep."
"On it."
Messing with a kid star? Piece of cake.
In less than half an hour, the phone rang again, but Oscar ignored it and flipped on the TV.
The news was all over Floyd's guardian getting busted for shady contracts, and Floyd's agency was under the microscope too.
The other side was probably freaking out, but too bad for them.
Pearl heard about it from the bodyguard and rushed home to plant a big kiss on Oscar.
"Mom gave Dad a big smooch, eww!" Christopher teased them.
Oscar chuckled, "Christopher, if we don't kiss, how are we gonna make a baby? You want a sister or not?"
At the mention of a sister, Christopher's hands shot up. "I want a sister! Daddy and Mommy, kiss quick!"
Kids say the darnedest things, but the adults got it. RavenWing rolled her eyes, making Pearl blush.
She hid in Oscar's arms, too shy to look up.
RavenWing laughed, seeing Pearl all embarrassed, and took Christopher upstairs, leaving the lovebirds alone.
What else could they do? They still hadn't picked a spot for the lab.
Oscar patted Pearl. "They went upstairs. Help me pick a site for the lab."
"You just wrecked a kid who could've been a movie star. Aren't you scared?" Pearl asked, thinking about Floyd.
Oscar rubbed her forehead, smirking. "In Willow Creek, besides a few big shots, who can touch me? And no one with real power would mess with me over a kid star. Chill, nothing's gonna happen."
'And if it does, we'll handle it,' Oscar thought.
Pearl knew he'd protect Christopher. Even if he didn't, she would, just in her own way.
Same result either way.
They finally picked a spot for the lab in the suburbs, a quiet place where they wouldn't be bothered. The Brown Group owned all the nearby properties, so it wouldn't mess with Pearl's studies.
Medical research needed tons of patience and talent. Luckily, Pearl had both.
She didn't find it too hard, just buried herself in work and rarely went home. Oscar, though, brought Christopher over every day.
They'd have a simple dinner and chat about Christopher's kindergarten and TV show stuff.
Pearl was super serious about making the potion. After what Cadence did to Christopher, she wasn't taking any chances.
Following RavenWing's steps, she mixed two liquids and suddenly felt sick. She covered her mouth and bolted out of the lab. After puking for a bit, she washed her face, but the nausea stuck around, just not as bad.
RavenWing followed her, worried. "Is it the potion smell?"
"No, it's not the smell." Pearl knew the smell wasn't strong or gross; it wasn't the potion.
As they were chatting, Pearl puked again.
Oscar was bringing Christopher over and sped up when he heard Pearl hurling. "What's going on? Why are you puking? You feeling sick?"
"No, it's just..." Pearl puked again, even worse this time, tears streaming down her face.
Oscar scooped her up and headed out. "I'm taking you to the hospital. RavenWing, can you watch Christopher?"
"Uh, hello? I'm a doctor right here," RavenWing said, having been quietly observing Pearl. He had a hunch but needed a test to be sure.
Oscar awkwardly smiled and set Pearl down, scratching his head, not sure what to say.
With his guess in mind, RavenWing had Pearl do a urine test, and bingo, his suspicion was confirmed.
He grinned and handed the results to Oscar. "She's pregnant."
"She's pregnant?" Oscar looked at the results over and over, then picked up Pearl and spun her around, grinning like a fool.
Pearl was all smiles but worried he might drop her. "Put me down, Oscar!" she laughed, but he refused, too happy to let go.
Christopher, playing clueless, whispered to RavenWing, "Grandpa, why are Daddy and Mommy so happy?"
"Christopher, you're gonna have a little brother or sister soon," RavenWing said, tapping his nose. "You're gonna be a big brother, and that means more responsibility."
"Really?" Christopher grinned, having already guessed but wanting RavenWing to confirm it.
With Pearl pregnant, Oscar wouldn't let her stay in the lab all day. He limited her to two hours in the morning and one hour in the afternoon, insisting she rest at home the rest of the time.
Pearl found it hard to adjust. She didn't have the usual early pregnancy symptoms like sleepiness or fatigue and didn't need special attention.
But Oscar was firm, no budging.
Pearl didn't want to argue, so she went along with it.
Unexpectedly, Oscar handed over the company's affairs to Harold again and stayed home all day to look after Pearl.
He personally whipped up different dishes for her every day, waiting for her to come home.
Despite the tasty food, Pearl's morning sickness got worse. She puked everything she ate, sometimes even without eating.
Oscar eventually stopped letting her go to the lab, making her stay in bed all day, which bored Pearl to tears.
While Oscar was busy in the kitchen, she quietly snuck downstairs, planning to go out for some fresh air. As she reached the door, a car pulled up outside, and before anyone got out, she heard someone say, "Does Oscar live here?"
The voice was super bossy, like the person was really full of themselves.
To her surprise, a spoiled rich kid stepped out. Seeing Pearl, he frowned and snapped, "Didn't you hear me? Why didn't you answer?"
"I didn't know you were talking to me," Pearl said, not planning to open the door, just standing on the steps and looking at him.
He looked annoyed, turned to mutter to someone behind him, and sneered, "So you're Mrs. Brown. Okay, listen, I'm here to tell you, if my brother Floyd can't get back into the entertainment industry, I'll make sure Christopher never acts again."
"Don't you dare!" Pearl shouted, and Oscar, busy in the kitchen, came out at the sound.
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