Chapter 136

Miguel's pov

It's been two days since mom made the decree of being separated for a month; who does such in the twenty first century?

I would have broken the rule if not for my pain in the arse mates.

They want to be the perfect son inlaws, and for that, they dare not do things behind mother's back.

"You've been sulking for days now, why's that?" Poke nosing Bianca asked as she came to sit next to my table.

"You will be the same if your mom asked you not yo have any contact whatsoever with your mates," I turn to watch the students going for their meals.

"It's not a big thing," Bianca  smiled "if I can properly recall, there was a time you gave your mates the same Ultimatum."

"It's not the same!" I  glare at her in anger.

" What changed?" she raised a brow.

" Here, you've got to eat something,"  Damien slid a tray of food to me " I prepared them specially for you, he sat opposite me instead of beside me, and that made me slid the tray back to him

" Am not hungry," I turn my face to the side.

" If you're not hungry,"  Bianca says with a smile"  I will gladly help you eat it."she  made to take the tray of food , but Donald slapped her hands off the tray,

" let me not see your filthy hands anywhere

near his food," he narrows his eyes at her in anger before turning to me with a smile " you've got to eat darling, going hungry won't be good for the baby," he sat near Damien.

"Baby?" Bianca widened her eyes "he's pregnant?" she blinked. "How's that even possible?" 

"Of course he is," Daniel winked at me before sitting with him brothers( I refuse to call them mates) "he's currently carrying our daughter in his womb.."

" You're pregnant?" Bianca directly asked me this time around " you're really pregnant?"

" Yes" I finally said, a frown doting my face "and that's the reason my mom asked for a month long separation."

I like the idea of having their baby in me, but I can't help wishing I never got pregnant.

If not for my pregnant status, mother wouldn't have asked this of us.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me such good news,'  Bianca levels an accusing glare at me "I wouldn't have known anything about this if not for them," she looks hurt a she said those words.

"That's not true,"  I deny knowing perfectly well what she said is the truth "I would have eventually told you before they came," I leveled a glare at the Triplets.

" You lie, I don't think you ever planned on telling me until your stomach becomes too big for you to hide it."

"Please forgive me?" I blink cutely, 

no one can resist my cute eyes, not even my mates does that.

"I won't," she  says without looking at me.

I guess she knows the strategy I came with.

"Not even if I promise you share my delicious meal with you?" I  said slyly, knowing how much she likes to eat, especially home cooked meal.

" Why will you give her the food we made for you?", Daniel looks surprised while his brothers kept throwing glances at Bianca.

Looking at them, I don't need anyone to tell me they're telepathically communicating with her.

She blinks "you will share your meal with me?" she widens her eyes at me.

"Of course, anything to gain back your friendship"

"I accept," she smiled brightly at me "I totally accept."

she takes two spoons from the tray, and gave me one "let's eat." 

"What did we tell you Bianca?" The triplets glared at her.

"I listen to no one but my Luna, whatever he says goes,"  she takes the first spoon "hmmm delicious." 

"Damien sure knows how to cook," I  smile as I too ate a spoonful of the rice meal.

"I won't mind having him as my mate.  Richard don't know how to......ouch, " she held on to her eyes as she leveled a glare my way.

"What did you do that for?"

"don't even think of having any of my mates," I  wag the spoon in her face " I  won't be as lenient as I am now next time," I  go back to eating my food.

" Who wants brooding Alphas as their mates? certainly not me," she scoffs.

" I hope so. "

*

" Darling, are you back from school?" mother asked when she heard me unlocking the front door.

There are some days mother locks herself in the house, and request for I and father to take our keys as we leave, in case she's too engrossed in whatever movie she's currently watching to open the door for us, and today is one if those days.

I didn't answer her, instead I walked on to my room. 

Am still angry with her for what she did.

*

I wrote my assignments, and arranged my books the way I do every day.

I always like keeping things neat and organized to avoid looking for things when I need them.

Taking my bath to soothe my aching muscles, I wear casual clothes, and head downstairs for food.

I might be angry with mother, but I don't joke with my meals, it's like a never to me.

"There's spaghetti in there, you can either microwave it, or eat it cold, " mom says from the parlour.

I don't say thanks like I normally do, neither did I say anything as I walked into the kitchen to microwave my spaghetti and meatballs.

I made quick work of the meal and washed it down with orange juice, before taking a chocolate ice cream with me; to be devoured upstairs.

My cravings for Chocolate ice cream started yesterday, and dad made sure to stock the fridge with it, despite mother's protests against it.

Father didn't take the news of my pregnancy well, but that didn't mean he was angry with me, if anything he was angry at the careless males I call boyfriends.