Nathan returned shortly after, his face filled with guilt and concern. “Honey, I’m so sorry for not being there for you. Let me take care of you these next few days, okay?”
I didn’t respond, but he proved his words. In the days that followed, he stayed by my side, caring for me like a husband deeply in love with his wife.
One day, as I scrolled through my phone from my hospital bed, a headline popped up:
“Shocking! Clair's Jarvis Throwing Up On Set! Pregnancy Revealed?”
I froze, glancing at Nathan, who was sitting nearby. He wore a similarly stunned expression—clearly, he had seen it too.
“Honey, are you hungry? It’s about time to eat. Let me grab something for you,” he said, his voice overly casual.
I nodded, knowing full well he was using this as an excuse to leave and meet Clair.
Once he was gone, I got up and changed into my clothes. It was time to go.
As I left, I sent him a text. Passing by the obstetrics department, I caught a glimpse of Nathan holding Clair. Clair seemed nervous, while Nathan was tenderly comforting her. They both wore masks, though soon, they wouldn’t need to hide anymore. Once I left, they could be together openly.