I Can’t Escape The Baby’s Father After Returning - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: He’s Still in My Dream After Six Years

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Melanda, damn it, stop biting your lip.”

Mike said hoarsely. There seemed to be passion in his eyes that made me unable to look at him directly. My face flushed. I didn’t have to look to know that I was definitely blushing again.

Ugh. I was always vulnerable in front of Mike. I was so useless.

“Damn it!”

Accompanied by this whispered mumble, Mike’s face lowered. I couldn’t dodge him, and his lips kissed mine.

I was stunned.

Before I could think, the unfamiliar tingling sensation immediately spreads through my entire body. My eyes widened and I sawMike frowning tightly with his eyes closed. Even with that frown, he was still so handsome.

His kiss was rough, as if he had been waiting for a long time. I was breathless, and I opened my mouth to take a breath. But immediately, he thrusted his tongue in in a gentle yet demanding manner…

He held my head with one hand and his other hand reached under my shirt before stopping quickly at my breast and playing with it gently. I felt my body go limp and I involuntarily wrapped my arms around his neck while responding to him passionately.

God knew how long I had been waiting for this kiss…

“Mommy, Mommy, come quickly! Mommy!”

As we were kissing, I suddenly hear a voice.

I snapped awake from my sleep. Beside me, my adorable Millie was sound asleep and mumbling “Mom.”

Millie spoke in her sleep.

But I couldn’t sleep anymore.

So this was just a dream. But the dream was so real, and Mike’s beautiful, furrowed brow, the beads of sweat on his forehead, and the feel of his fingers on my skin were so real.

“Melanda, when exactly can you wake up?”

I asked myself with a wry smile.

It had been six years. This dream had happened countless times. I know I hadn’t forgotten him.

That made sense. With Millie by my side, how could I forget him?

Millie looked so much like him. Those eyes, that expression, were exactly like him.

Yesterday, when Millie came home from kindergarten, she asked about “Dad.”

“Mommy, when is Daddy coming back?”

“Mom, does Dad not like me? Otherwise, why didn’t he come back to see me for so long?”

I watched as she pursed her lips and tears welled up in her eyes. I was extremely sad.

I held her tightly in my arms.

“Of course not! Millie is so cute. Dad really loves you. Dad works very, very far away. His work is very, very important. As long as there’s time, he’ll definitely come back to see you!”

Kids were always easy to please. Millie was quickly distracted by me and forgot about it.

And my mood hit rock bottom again.

I thought about him in the day and dreamed about him at night. See, I dreamed of him again at night.

I got up and went to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water. I stood at the window and looked out.

Manhattan was so gorgeous at night, but I couldn’t enjoy it. Ever since I got here six years ago, I’ve been riddled by problems in my life.

I started by looking for a house. Because I was about to face a series of problems during my pregnancy, I definitely wouldn’t be comfortable living in a dormitory. I moved around five times before finally settling in this small apartment.

The next thing was dealing with pregnancy. Fortunately, Millie was an angel and didn’t make me suffer too much. I didn’t react much throughout the pregnancy. My appetite, and my sleep, were good.

Other than having to go for a prenatal checkup alone, my heart ached every time I saw a pregnant woman with her husband at the hospital. I couldn’t help but imagine him with me.

But I knew I made this choice myself. I had to be tough.

After Millie was born, it was relatively easy to feed her. My biggest fear was that Millie would get sick. Looking at the tiny and listless person, I wished I could get sick for her. At night, I never dared to sleep. I stayed up all night. God knew how many nights I stayed up.

As the saying went, “Mothers are tough.” I could bear all these hardships.

Except that as Millie grew up, she asked for “Dad” again and again.

I knew I couldn’t lie to her for long.

And my mother.

My mother, Annie, felt distressed that I was raising the child alone and had asked us to go home many times. I was young and ignorant before and did not understand how tough it was to be a mother. But now, I was a mother myself. I could understand my mother’s feelings very well.

If Millie had gotten pregnant by accident at the high school graduation party,

and decided to face the pregnancy, give birth, and raise her child alone.

I was sure I would be worried and heartbroken.

At the thought of this, I felt especially guilty towards my mom.

Now, my mother was getting older and her health was not as good as before.

I should have been by her side.

But if I had to face what happened that year and him again…

I lacked the courage.

What if he didn’t believe me?

What if he was cold to Millie?

What if he liked Millie and snatched her away?

So many what ifs…

Any single “what if” would be enough to kill me!

Whether to reply or not was a difficult question..