My Mr. Delulu

Chapter 15: Seen Zone

Mira sat comfortably on the couch, cradling her growing belly while nursing a cup of warm chocolate milk mixed with her favorite oat milk. It was a quiet morning — the kind she learned to appreciate more and more lately.

Kent was already in school, dropped off by Eitan earlier. She had just begun sorting emails on her tablet when the condo door clicked open again.

“Babe?” Eitan’s voice called out.

She looked over her shoulder, surprised. “Hey! I thought you were on your way to work?”

He walked in, slightly breathless, with a crease between his brows. “I left the Westbrook pitch folder. Is it here?”

“Study table,” she replied, gesturing with her chin. “Dark blue folder.”

“Ah, got it. Thanks.”

As he crossed the living room, he paused mid-step — Mira’s phone, charging on the coffee table, lit up with a new notification.

He glanced down. A slight smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Who's Zander?” he asked casually, picking up the folder but still eyeing her phone with curiosity.

Mira let out an annoyed sigh before she even looked. “Oh my God, again?”

She grabbed the phone to confirm. Sure enough, there it was:

Zander: Good morning, Mira 😊 Thought of you again. How’s baby doing? Hope you’re glowing as always.

She rolled her eyes. “Persistent talaga. That guy just won’t give up.”

Eitan raised an eyebrow, amused. “Isn’t this like… the third message this week?”

“Fourth,” she corrected dryly. “And for the record, there was never anything romantic there. We met once — job fair pa ‘yon, 2015. Not even a coffee date. Nada.”

Eitan chuckled as he sat beside her, folder now forgotten on the table. “Well, someone’s delusional.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” Mira laughed, lightly tapping her forehead. “And I’ve never even replied to any of those messages. He just keeps sending them like we’re in a one-sided romcom.”

Eitan leaned back, eyes twinkling as he took in the situation. “Want me to reply for you? I could give him a really polite, husband-of-Mira kind of message.”

Her jaw dropped in mock horror. “Absolutely not! He’ll probably take that as a challenge.”

“Touché,” he muttered, then added, “Though it’s kind of funny watching a grown man lose to the seen zone.”

Mira snorted. “The seen zone is undefeated.”

They both laughed before letting a moment of quiet settle between them. Eitan reached for her hand and rested it gently over her stomach.

“By the way,” he said softly, “we still haven’t decided on a name.”

“For our son,” she smiled. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it. I want something meaningful, but also strong.”

“Well, his last name is already Levi. That’s solid.” Eitan grinned. “What about a name that blends both our backgrounds?”

“Oooh, I like that. Maybe we can list some tonight?”

“Deal. After dinner. It’ll be our little project.”

Mira nodded, feeling warm inside. She glanced again at the unread message from Zander and shook her head.

“Imagine being so blind to reality,” she muttered. “Sorry, Zander. You missed the train a long time ago.”

Eitan pressed a kiss to her temple, his tone teasing. “And this train already has its queen, its prince, and another royal on the way.”