Crazy but sweet

 LOLA'S POV

 I lay on the hospital bed, Jolie by my side, while Luke leaned against the wall. My grandpa and Jolie’s had already left earlier, and thankfully, the surgery was a success. I’d be back to my normal self soon. And the baby… my precious little one was still safe and growing inside me.

 A knock came at the door, and almost immediately, it opened to reveal Jolie’s mom.

 "Hello, everyone," she greeted with a warm smile.

 We all replied politely.

 "I’m sorry, Lola. My husband had an urgent meeting to attend. How are you feeling now?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.

 "I’m fine, Mom. Thank you," I replied with a small smile.

 Her eyes darted to my legs, and she nodded approvingly.

 "And... how’s the baby?" she asked, her voice softer now.

 "The baby is alright," I assured her, watching as she heaved a sigh of relief.

 "Thank God my grandchild made it through the storm," she murmured, stepping closer.

 She reached out, attempting to touch my belly, but Jolie immediately stopped her.

 "Please... no touching for now," he said firmly.

 His mother paused, folding her arms. That was close. Why did she want to touch me so soon?

 Later, Sam came to visit, and I was beyond excited to see him. It had been a while, and I missed him terribly. Grandpa must have told him about the surgery. He had even brought nutritious soup for me, but Jolie, being his usual possessive self, didn’t let him feed me.

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 Two Weeks Later...

 I walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my chest, feeling lighter and stronger than ever. Finally, I was getting back to normal. Jolie was busy with his laptop, but the moment he saw me, he shut it and got off the bed.

 Wrapping his arms around my waist, he whispered into my ear, "It’s been three weeks..." He bit my earlobe playfully.

 I rolled my eyes and squeezed myself out of his grip.

 "Freshen up first, I need to eat," I teased.

 He let go, but not before pressing lingering kisses onto my lips.

 He walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

 One minute later...

 "Lola Fayas!"

 I burst into laughter. I had switched the shower tap to cold water. The way he cursed as the icy water hit him was priceless.

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 JOLIE'S POV

 I was about to storm out and teach Lola a lesson, but then I remembered—she was pregnant. My pregnant, mischievous wife.

 I finished my bath, put on casual clothes, and was about to step out when my phone rang.

 It was Luke.

 "Anna has refused to eat," he complained the moment I answered.

 "Where is she?" I asked, rubbing my forehead.

 "In her room, trying to get sober. She kept crying yesterday," Luke replied, sounding annoyed.

 "Huh? She was crying?" I asked, slightly alarmed.

 "Yeah... I don’t know what her fucking problem is, but there’s no way I’m consoling that bitch," he snapped.

 I sighed. "Luke, you’ll be signing her into an antenatal clinic next week. There’s really nothing more for me to do. And once she gives birth, we’ll run a paternity test to know the real father."

 After the call, I went downstairs. Lola was waiting for me at the dining table. She didn’t ask why I was late; she simply asked Sally to serve our meal.

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 LOLA'S POV

 Later that night, I lay on the bed, Jolie embracing me from behind.

 "Hubby, are you asleep yet?" I asked, raising my knee so my bare foot brushed against his... well, you know. I smirked as I rubbed it teasingly.

 Jolie tightened his grip around my waist but didn’t respond.

 "I’m sorry! I was just playing," I whispered, chuckling.

 He sighed, pulling me onto his chest. "What do I do with you?" He stroked my hair gently.

 "You seem distracted. Is something wrong? Is it about the baby?" I asked cautiously.

 He chuckled softly. "No, Lola... our baby is fine, alright?" He lifted my chin and placed a kiss on my forehead.

 "Although... there’s something you should know." His tone shifted, making my stomach churn.

 I sat up, and so did he.

 "Lola, I never meant to hurt you. You asked me about Anna, and there’s something you don’t know." He paused, running a hand through his hair. "Luke told me that Anna met up with him and... she’s pregnant."

 "What?" My voice came out as a whisper.

 "She’s pregnant," he repeated.

 "For who?" I asked, my throat tightening.

 "We don’t know. That day, she slept with both of us... I have no idea how it happened. It was just a harmless party before we got high..." His voice trailed off. He reached for my trembling hands, but I pulled away.

 "She’s carrying your firstborn?" My voice cracked.

 "No… we aren’t sure yet," he said, his jaw tightening.

 Tears blurred my vision. "How can I share you, Jolie?" My voice broke.

 He tried to touch me, but I pushed him off. "How could you do this? You have a baby with another woman! Why did you marry me in the first place? You should have just married Anna and saved me from this humiliation!"

 His lips parted, but no words came out.

 "I respect this marriage, Jolie. That’s why I’m telling you the truth instead of keeping it from you. I only found out three weeks ago when you were in the hospital..."

 "Just leave me alone," I muttered, getting off the bed. I stormed out of the room, ignoring the sting in my back.

 I slammed the guest room door shut.

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 Next Morning

 I woke up feeling drained. The bed was cold. I slowly got up and unlocked the door, dragging myself back to our room. My heart ached, my mind clouded with painful thoughts.

 Why does love have to hurt so much?

 What if Anna’s baby is Jolie’s? I couldn’t bear to see a child growing up without a complete family.

 If that baby is his, I’ll divorce him. I’ll leave. I won’t stay and be a part of this mess.

 I reached the bedroom and walked in absentmindedly, sinking onto the bed. My back ached from all the stress.

 The sound of the running shower stopped. The bathroom door opened, and Jolie walked out, a towel wrapped around his waist.

 Our eyes met.

 I quickly looked away.

 He finished dressing and left the room without saying a word. My heart clenched.

 Moments later, the door opened again.

 He walked in, grabbed his phone from beside me, then paused.

 Without a word, he leaned

down and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek, his lips lingering longer than expected. He even licked my lips slightly, making my breath hitch.

 Then, without another glance, he walked out.

 And just like that, the pain doubled.