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The car rolled to a halt in the subterranean fight club’s parking lot, and Ian, with unwavering resolve,
carried her up to the seventh floor. As Maja rested her chin on his shoulder, she could sense the stormy
aura emanating from him. Once he gently laid her on the bed, Ian retreated to the bathroom to draw a
bath. However, he was so lost in thought that he failed to notice the hot water spilling over the edges of
the tub. It wasn’t until Maja glanced at the clock, wondering why Ian had been in the bathroom for an
eternity, that she discovered the minor flood he had inadvertently caused. Jolted back to reality, Ian
scrambled to turn off the tap, his movements clumsy and rushed. Maja stood at the bathroom doorway
and announced, “You know, soaking in the tub isn’t recommended during pregnancy. I think I’ll skip the
bath tonight.” Ian stiffened at her words, drained the tub, and asked, “Should you take your prenatal
vitamins then?” Her silence sent a shiver of dread through him. He had no right to press her on this
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtmatter—he knew how much she loved him, and he also realized that the timing for a child couldn’t be
worse. But his selfishness prevailed. He wanted this baby so badly. Adjusting the shower to a
comfortable temperature, Ian offered, “Maja, your robe’s right there. Go ahead and shower. I’ll use the
one next door.” She nodded, her gaze lingering on his drenched clothes as he left. Stripping off her
own garments, Maja stepped under the warm spray, her mind racing with thoughts of the address Eric
had given her, the BK, and the research facility that could pose a significant threat to them. She hadn’t
found Lillian yet. There was so much left undone. Perhaps K would exploit the news of her pregnancy.
She sighed softly and turned off the water. Next door, Ian was equally consumed by turbulent thoughts.
He didn’t even know how to react if Maja decided she didn’t want the child. After his shower, Ian
reentered the room to find Maja sitting on the bed, flipping through a book half-heartedly. “Ian, did you
inform my mentor of my return?” she asked without looking up. “I did. He’s still clueless about the
Sanders family’s intentions.” She patted the space beside her.
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“Can we talk?” Ian’s breath hitched as he approached the bed, anxiety gnawing at him. Sitting down,
he pulled the covers back and said, “Let’s talk.” The words were barely out, and his mouth was dry, a
nervous smile tugging at his lips. “What’s on your mind?” “This baby, the timing couldn’t be worse,” she
said flatly. Ian felt a wave of heartache wash over him. His palms were sweaty, and he struggled to
breathe. Maja put down the book and massaged her temples. “I’m worried about the problems that
might arise later on.” His eyes brimmed with emotion, but he had to respect her decision, no matter
how much it hurt. “So you have to take extra care of me from now on, alright? If we have another night
like this one, it could be fatal for both of us.” Ian snapped out of his daze, meeting her smile with
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmdisbelief. Her hair had grown past her shoulders, and she casually tucked a strand behind her ear. “I’ve
thought about it, and I’ve decided, let’s have this baby.” “Ian!” she exclaimed, as he enveloped her in a
tight embrace, his voice tinged with emotion. “I thought you didn’t want it.” She nestled into him,
shaking her head. “My silence was just out of shock. I’m not ready for this.” “It’s my fault. If I’d been
more careful from the start.” Maja’s face flushed with embarrassment as she placed a hand over his
mouth. “Stop. Go check on Beck. Why did he come here tonight anyway?” The mention of the Sanders
family darkened Ian’s expression. They had treated her so poorly. Sending her back to them would be
a sentence to misery. “I’ll go see him now,” Ian promised, his spirits lifting at Maja’s acceptance of their
unborn child. His sagging demeanor brightened, his whole being alight with newfound energy. After
changing into dry clothes, he made his way downstairs to find Beck. It was late, and Beck had been
waiting, eyes glued to the seventh floor, showing no inclination to leave.
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