It didn’t matter to them who she had been or what she had endured. What mattered was that she was their wife now, and she loved them as fiercely as they loved her.
But now, watching her, Ray felt a deep unease settle in his chest. Es’s pain was too real, too vivid to ignore. And he couldn’t shake the feeling that sothing had been buried for far too long.
He had promised Es that he would stay in this room unless there was an absolute ergency. The secret room was his domain, his fortress, and he had sworn never to leave it unless it was a matter of life or death.
But at that mont, Ray made his decision.
The plan could wait. His brothers could handle the rest. Es needed him, and nothing else mattered.
Without hesitation, Ray left the room, his mind racing as he made his way to her. Whatever had triggered this, he was determined to face it with her. Even if it ant unraveling the carefully guarded truths of her past, he would do it. Because Es was his, and he wouldn’t let her carry this pain alone.
As Ray approached the underground parking lot, a wave of relief washed over him. He spotted Es sitting in the car, her head lowered. The vehicle’s design ensured that no one from the outside could see or hear what was happening within. It was a special car, one Es often chose when she wanted to shield herself from the world.
Ray’s abilities were different from hers, but powerful in their own right. One of his beast powers allowed him to see through almost anything effortlessly. From where he stood, he could clearly make out Es’s slouched posture, the tension in her shoulders, and the quiet pain radiating from her.
It wasn’t just her posture that gave her away—he knew her. Es always sought solitude in this specific car when she wanted to hide her emotions, and for a mont, Ray felt a pang of guilt. She wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Not alone, not now.
His steps quickened, but just as he reached her car, a sudden kick in his abdon stopped him in his tracks. He froze, his hand instinctively moving to rest on his stomach. It had been eight months now—well, eight months in r pregnancy terms. For them, one month of pregnancy lasted only 15 days instead of the 30 or 31 days old humans years ago who belived that now As soon as 15 days were completed, it was said in doctor language that it was already one month . It was a faster tiline, but no less intense.
The kicks had grown stronger, and this one wasn’t just a nudge—it was firm, almost commanding. Ray couldn’t help but smile despite the ache. It was as though their unborn child was trying to communicate.
"Papa, why are you just standing there?" Ray thought he could almost hear the tiny voice in his mind. "Mama’s in pain—go to her!"
He rubbed his stomach soothingly, muttering under his breath, "I know, little one. I’m going."
Still, the kick served as a reminder. He had already been late coming to her side, bound by his own overthinking and hesitations. He couldn’t wait any longer.
Taking a deep breath, Ray reached the car and gently knocked on the window.
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Back to present
Es let go of Ray abruptly, her hands gripping his shoulders as she leaned back slightly, her gaze searching his face with a mix of confusion and frustration. Her voice, though steady, carried an undertone of worry. "You? What are you doing outside? Huh?" She blinked hard, shaking her head as if trying to dispel the remnants of her earlier turmoil. Whatever pain had clouded her thoughts monts ago was now overridden by the sight of him, standing there when he wasn’t supposed to be.
Ray tilted his head slightly, his hood slipping back just enough to reveal the faintest smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. But before he could respond, Es sighed loudly, cutting him off. She stepped back and swung the car door open, motioning to the seat with a firm gesture. "Sit! Now! You’re out here running around, and I can’t even leave you alone for a minute without worrying about what you’ll do next. Sit down before I lose my mind."
Ray didn’t argue, though his steps were deliberately slow, his expression shifting into one of mock offense as he sank into the seat. "Running around?" he echoed incredulously, twisting slightly to face her. "Seriously? I rush over here because I’m worried about you, and this is the thanks I get? You’re scolding like I’m a naughty child."
Es leaned on the doorfra, arms crossed, her narrowed eyes flicking over him. "Oh, please. Don’t make laugh. Do you think I don’t know you? You were probably bored out of your mind and decided to play the hero tonight. Do you really expect to believe you ca all the way here out of concern? Be serious."
Ray leaned back, his brows arching in disbelief as he studied her. "You’re unbelievable," he muttered, though his tone was laced with amusent. "You’re really asking that? You? The woman who pretends she’s fine even when she’s clearly not?"
Es blinked, caught off guard for a mont before she rolled her eyes dramatically. "Fine, fine! I’ll admit it. I’m a fool, okay? A complete fool. Who else but a fool would end up marrying you and your brothers? I must have lost my mind sowhere along the way."
Ray’s smirk faded, his posture straightening as his tone shifted. "What did you just say?" His voice was low, almost sharp, his gaze now fixed on her.
" REPEAT!"
Es hesitated, her irritation softening into sothing more playful as she dropped her arms to her sides. She tilted her head and smiled faintly. " um..i ..I an..." Her voice lowered, almost teasing.
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