Chapter 67
In a sealed cubicle, Bai Yan stared blankly at the two red lines on the test strip. After a long moment, he slowly blinked.
Is this real? Am I not dreaming? I’m… pregnant?
Counting the time, it should have been during spring break. But how could that be? His husband had clearly been using contraception.
Bai Yan bit his lip, wondering if the test strip’s result was inaccurate. The next day, he made an appointment for a check-up at a nearby hospital.
The doctor in the fertility department carefully reviewed his test report and gently told the albino Omega before her that he was six weeks pregnant.
She also warmly added that he had been under a lot of stress recently, which was not good for either his own body or the fetus.
Regardless of whether he decided to keep the fetus, he had to pay attention to maintaining his nutrition and getting stable sleep.
The expression on Bai Yan’s face didn’t relax much.
He frowned and said with great concern, “My Alpha partner has been regularly injecting contraceptive agents. Why am I still pregnant?”
“Could it be that the agent has had side effects on him?”
The doctor understood. She looked at the Omega before her with pity, who had likely been deceived by his partner.
But her face showed no sign of it. She said in an exceptionally gentle voice, “The Alpha contraceptive agent is made from plant-based ingredients and has no side effects. Generally speaking, the agent will not fail.”
“How about this? Let’s do a check-up on your gland first.”
Bai Yan nodded obediently and followed her to the examination instrument.
A few minutes later, the doctor exchanged a surprised look with the nurse and announced with delight that Bai Yan’s gland had successfully developed from a 3A-class to an S-class.
With the increase in level, his fertility had also increased, which could have caused the contraceptive agent to fail.
This situation was truly rare and could even be called a miracle.
Unless the Omega’s partner was also a rare S-class and, during every heat, had suppressed the Alpha’s innate violent and possessive instincts, giving him sufficient and gentle pheromones.
One could imagine how much his partner must love him.
The doctor blessed Bai Yan with relief, telling him to supplement his nutrition and come back for a follow-up check-up in a while.
Learning that the agent had no side effects, Bai Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then he was hit with the news that his pregnancy was confirmed, and his head spun.
The young man walked out of the hospital in a daze. Even after taking a car back to his apartment, he still didn’t feel like his feet were on solid ground.
The baby in his belly was exceptionally well-behaved. After sending the signal of his arrival into the world, there were no more uncomfortable symptoms.
Bai Yan even suddenly had a huge appetite. He was craving fragrant Chinese egg fried rice, and under Auntie Jiang’s surprised gaze, he finished a whole large bowl of it.
Only after he had finished eating did he feel a little embarrassed. He tiptoed back to his room in his cotton slippers.
Fresh air floated into the room from the open window. The wind chimes on the windowsill jingled. Bai Yan lay on the large bed, cherishly looking at the bodhi seed bracelet on his wrist.
His two eyes sparkled, and a beautiful curve appeared on his soft lips. His heart was filled with another kind of happiness.
In his belly, he had his and his husband’s baby.
They were going to have a new family member.
Bai Yan suppressed the joy and the urge to share, turned over, and hugged the fluffy rabbit by his pillow, rubbing it vigorously.
His graduation ceremony was not long from now, and his husband would definitely come.
He would tell him this in person.
After he had had his fill of excitement, Bai Yan leaned against the headboard, bent over slightly, and stared at his still-flat abdomen.
His fingertips trembled as he tentatively reached down and gently poked it.
Soft.
At six weeks pregnant, the baby’s heartbeat hadn’t even fully developed yet.
But in the next few months, it would slowly begin to curve, until it could fully support the weight of a new life.
Bai Yan looked up. The slender, white-haired young man in the mirror also suddenly looked up, his snow-white teeth digging into his lower lip, a hint of apprehension in his pink eyes.
Although his project had been very successful, and the medical intervention for treating the albinism gene had developed well, there was still no 100% guarantee. What if… his baby didn’t want to come into this world?
Was he really ready to take on the responsibility of a new life?
Twenty-two years ago, was his mother, whom he had never met, in the same apprehensive and complicated mood when she discovered his existence?
Had she, for even a moment, looked forward to his birth?
And with what kind of mood had she, after seeing him born, abandoned him at the entrance of Huixin Orphanage?
It was as if he had returned to a rainy night many years ago. Bai Yan lay on a small bed in the orphanage, dreaming with the children beside him.
The next morning, their parents would appear at the orphanage gate.
They would tell them with tears in their eyes, “Mommy and Daddy love you. Mommy and Daddy are here to take you home.”
Unfortunately, the wish of eighteen years had never come true.
The rise in pregnancy hormones, the complicated thoughts like tangled threads, one slipping away, another following closely behind.
So strange… and so magical…
The afternoon drowsiness washed over him. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and his thoughts became hazy.
Bai Yan lay on the large, soft bed, his head resting against the fluffy little rabbit, his hair brushing against it as he unconsciously fell asleep.
The world before him was almost pure white. The ground, paved with snow or clouds, stretched forward, with no end in sight.
Where am I?
His body felt incredibly light. Bai Yan blinked and tentatively took a step forward.
His bare toes were immediately caught by a white tuft, and a soft, cotton-candy-like touch instantly enveloped him.
The young man, like a naive and curious child, leaped forward step by step.
But no matter how he walked, the pure white, empty space before him remained.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of children’s laughter suddenly came from ahead.
Bai Yan looked up and saw a small garden appear out of nowhere. The children in the garden were laughing and playing.
Without exception, they were all wearing pure white long dresses, their hair neatly braided, and two small wings drooped on their backs.
Seeing Bai Yan, the children laughed and ran toward him, surrounding him, calling out “brother,” “brother” in a jumble.
“Brother, will you play with us, please?”
“You’re so beautiful, just like our sisters and brothers. I like you so much.”
“Brother smells so good, even better than the flowers in the teacher’s garden.”
The little angels’ smooth little feet stepped on the ground, their two little wings swaying behind them, their ethereal and pure laughter like heavenly music.
Unfortunately, their faces were always covered by a layer of mist, blurry and indistinct.
Only one little angel was left outside, with no intention of joining the crowd. He walked away with a small branch in his hand.
Surrounded by these children, Bai Yan finally, belatedly, realized that he had returned to the orphanage.
He took a fairy tale book from a child and had them sit around him, and began to tell a story.
Even though he couldn’t see the words in the book, the young man could accurately recite all the content.
A mischievous child placed a flower crown on Bai Yan’s head and stuffed a colorful piece of paper, representing a blessing, into his pocket, but he didn’t notice.
Time passed quickly in the dream. Before long, the little ones around him were all asleep, scattered about.
Only the child in the distance was still squatting by the side of the road like a little mushroom, drawing something on the ground with his small branch.
Bai Yan carefully moved aside the little ones’ wings, covered them with a blanket made of white clouds, and walked toward the little mushroom in the distance.
The young man crouched down beside the child and asked softly in his cottony voice, “Hello, may I join you?”
The little mushroom didn’t look up, sullenly sitting on the ground, and said in a childish voice, “Why don’t you ask me why I’m not with them?”
Bai Yan’s eyes curved into two crescent moons. He sat down beside him and asked gently, “May I know the reason?”
“Of course,” the child raised his chin and explained generously, “I’ve already chosen my family. I’ll let you be with them this time.”
So he’s a child who has already been adopted. Bai Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
His sleeve was suddenly tugged. Bai Yan turned to look, and the child’s face was still shrouded in mist.
His childish voice was a little hesitant and at a loss as he carefully confided his thoughts. “I’ll tell you a secret. This is my first time choosing a family.”
“Do you think my family will like me?”
“If I’m not wanted, do I still have to go to my new home?”
“Hmm, that’s a question…” Bai Yan paused for a while before slowly saying, “If I tell you that I don’t know the right answer either, will you be disappointed?”
The child was dazed, even forgetting the little branch in his hand.
The cloud they were sitting on had unconsciously turned into the small hill at Yǎyuán.
White clouds floated in the sky, their shadows constantly changing on the lawn. The early summer breeze blew on their shoulders, feeling extremely comfortable.
The young man looked at the small white Western-style house at the bottom of the hill and smiled embarrassedly.
“Actually, I was also nineteen when I first had a family.”
He pressed his lips together and said softly, “But that doesn’t mean that my past was not worthwhile.”
The young man placed his hands on the tender grass and looked at the distant blue skyline, his voice as soft as a breeze. “I have a very beautiful friendship, I have received help from many people, and I also have a passion, a goal I want to work hard for.”
“They have all made me who I am today, and they have also given me a very, very good family.”
The child was quiet and thoughtful for a while. After a long moment, he suddenly looked up.
Even though he couldn’t make out his appearance, Bai Yan seemed to see, through the mist, that he had a pair of dark green eyes.
A hint of helplessness and confusion was in those eyes. The child’s wings behind him suddenly folded, their tips pointing to the ground, his chubby little fists clenched.
His childish voice trembled as he asked, “Then… are you willing to be my family?”
Eh? Bai Yan blinked.
A gentle breeze blew, messing up the hair on his forehead and blocking his view.
When he opened his eyes again, he was holding the child in his arms, his voice as soft as a murmur.
Ding-ling, ding-ling—
The crisp sound of a wind chime entered his ears. Bai Yan’s lashes trembled, and he slowly woke up, everything from the dream slowly fading away.
The sun was just right, and the hanging silk jasmine on the windowsill was plated with a golden glow.
The drooping branches swayed in the wind, and a few new little flower buds had formed at the ends.
A message from Pei Tingyu popped up on the phone beside him. His lover had already arrived in London and would be by his side soon.
Bai Yan carefully touched his lower abdomen through his shirt and chuckled softly.
On the other side, the man stood in the wind, cherishly holding a diamond ring box in his hand, and got into the back seat of the Cayenne without looking back.
They were both nervous and apprehensive about the surprise they had prepared for each other.
It came from cherish, from love.
