Page 210 of Divine Obsession

Natalia glanced at me, her lips curving slightly.

“You’re serious?” I asked, almost not believing that he was finally letting me take over.

“I’ve been wanting to retire for some time now. I was just waiting for you to get serious,” My father replied, his insinuation clear.

I stood to shake his hand, but he pulled me into a hug, slapping my back.

“I won’t let you down.”

“I know.”

The conversation drifted back to lighter topics, but I could feel the moment looming. Reaching for my glass, the cool weight of it grounded me as I cleared my throat softly.

Both my parents looked at me expectantly. Natalia turned slightly in her chair, her eyes meeting mine. Her hand found my knee under the table, a silent reassurance.

“We have something to share,” I began, my voice steady but carrying enough weight to shift the atmosphere.

My mother tilted her head in curiosity, while my father’s gaze sharpened, as though he already knew this wasn’t just business talk.

I reached for Natalia’s hand, lacing my fingers through hers as I looked directly at my parents. “Natalia and I are getting married.”

My mother gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, her eyes tearing up. “Trevor!” She rushed over to Natalia, wrapping her in another tight hug. “Oh, my dear, I am so happy for you both!” She said, pulling back to cup Natalia’s face.

My father’s smile widened, and he raised his glass. “Congratulations. This is wonderful news.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve prayed for this!”

“Really?” Natalia asked my mother softly.

“Since the Christmas gala when I forced you two to dance.”

I laughed. “We should thank you, right?”

She shook her head with a laugh before grabbing Natalia’s hand. “I have to see the ring! Oh, Trevor, it’s gorgeous! You picked it perfectly!”

“That’s not all,” I placed my hand over Natalia’s stomach, feeling the faintest flutter of her breath hitching. “We’re having a baby.”

The reaction was instant. My mother let out a choked sob, her tears flowing freely now as she hugged Natalia again, this time even tighter. “Oh, Natalia. You’ve made me so happy. Both of you.”

My father stood, rounding the table to shake my hand again, his grip firm. “A family of your own. I’m proud of you, son.”

Natalia’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling as she endured my mother’s affections.

The kitchen was warm and dimly lit, the faint aroma of spices in the air. My fiancée leaned against the counter, her arms crossed loosely, a teasing smile playing on her lips. I stood in front of her, my hands braced on either side of the counter, keeping her comfortably cornered.

“Happy now?” Natalia whispered, her voice soft but playful.

“Very,” I murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to her pouty lips.

She rolled her eyes, though her smile didn’t falter. “You should be. Your mom practically cried when she found out about the baby. And I’ve never seen your dad look so proud.”

“That’s because he’s already planning how to turn our kid into the next heir to the family empire,” I smirked, brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek. “Don’t be surprised if the crib he sends over comes with built-in stock reports.”

Natalia laughed, the sound soft and warm, and my chest tightened at the sight of her so relaxed and happy.

“And you?” She asked, her tone lower. “Are you really happy?”

I leaned closer, my forehead nearly touching hers. “Happier than I ever thought I’d deserve to be.”

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