(Arata)
How do you resist him when he is so caring and affectionate?
Kissing my belly, owning our unborn child. I wanted to cling to his comforting arms and forget the world.
Forget who he was now.
Forget that I had just survived a sociopath.
Forget that I had to leave and might never return to Marica City, to return to him.
He watched with his love-filled eyes while his hot mouth pressed my belly down.
So many emotions. I wanted to cry openly but I just watched him place tender kisses there, spreading warmth and love to and our child.
"This baby is going to be the cutest baby ever," he declared, finally covering my belly with the gown.
Peacefully, I smiled at his words. This was our mont.
Karsten calmly moved towards . Taking out my phone and that ruby earring from his pocket, he placed it on my table.
He found my earring...now I knew how he found .
"You got my clue?" I asked, my eyes remaining on that earring which glistened under the light like the beacon of hope it had beco.
Karsten leaned down and placed this hand on my forehead. "Actually, Caysir found it wedged between the seats of Ranold’s car. And he was sharp enough to rember it was yours."
"Caysir is smart." Respect for Caysir increased in my heart.
My gaze remained fixed on Karsten as he slowly rubbed my forehead with the tip of his thumb.
Our passionate staring was interrupted by sounds coming right from outside my door.
Calmly he straightened up.
By the ti the door opened, Karsten was pulling the blanket over my body so I could rest.
The doctor from my previous encounter and a nurse entered the room. I quickly grabbed Karsten’s arm, not wanting to be left alone with them.
He sensed the change in , his eyes slowly dragging to my hand while he remained standing by my side.
"How are you feeling Arata?" The doctor asked, giving that smile again.
I had begun to hate smiles. Maybe that made Karsten stand apart because he never fake smiled at .
He was who he was. Proud and sure.
"Stop smiling at ," I said under my breath, turning my face away. Karsten sensed my irritation and reluctance.
Giving my arm a gentle squeeze, he faced the doctor.
"Dr Tas, may I have a word?" He pointed to the door with his head. "Outside."
The doctor nodded and Karsten bent down to place a soft kiss on my head.
"We will see each other again if you would ask of . No force in the world can stop from seeing you, only if you want to be here."
I nodded and Karsten left with the doctor. I watched him walk out. The back of the shirt was pressed against his hard-defined muscles.
It ached to see him go. The thought of him becoming mine seed so complex now.
It wasn’t casual. Now we had a child to think about and my family.
The nurse checked my temperature and IV fluid hooked to my hand. I was sure it had stopped working from how much I had moved my hand.
"No temperature, you are already on the road to recovery. We will start you on liquids now." She offered a sympathetic smile and I just gave her a nod.
The door was pushed open. Stella and Zaylen walked in, carrying deep concerns on their faces.
Seeing awake, both of them put on reassuring smiles.
Stella spread her arms and rushed towards , screaming.
"You are awake, you are awake."
She hugged carefully while Zaylen stood behind her, watching with a warm and tired smile, holding a lunch box.
"I am."
"How are you?" She asked, moving slightly back to give space but settling in the chair.
"Truth be told, slightly hungry."
Zaylen stepped forward and placed a kiss on my forehead. "You gave us a scare. Never do that again."
He lingered, ensuring I was calm.
"It’s not on my to-do list." I tried to faintly smile.
Zaylen moved away and placed the lunchbox on the table before unclasping it. The sll of fresh chicken soup hit . My stomach rumbled and I couldn’t even rember when I had a al last ti.
"The doctor said you can have soup." Zaylen placed the soup spoon into the bowl and Stella took it from him.
Moving forward, he used the lever and half lifted my bed. Placing two pillows behind , he made comfortable. His eyes lingered on my head and I saw him battling emotions. But he stayed quiet.
Stella began to feed soup.
"How is Baba handling all this? Is his health okay? He is not too depressed?" I asked them, knowing Baba would never tell . However, he had issues sleeping combined with episodes of anxiety and depression.
Both of them exchanged looks as if terrified of telling .
"Co on guys, please. Don’t hold back on ."
Sighing, Zaylen collapsed near my feet and defeatedly said. "Dad is not doing well. He hates Karsten and is hell-bent on not letting him in your sight. He tried to get a restraining order against him on your behalf, but the Police said that decision rested with you."
My heart plumted and fell deep into the dark hole of despair and sha. This was my carelessness.
I had feared this would happen. Once Baba made up his mind against soone, it was nearly impossible to change it. And he didn’t forgive people who hurt his family.
"Did you guys get that flash drive? Did he see its contents?" I asked, losing my appetite with just a few spoonfuls. Stella tried to give another spoon but I shook my head.
She uncomfortably shifted in her place and said, "We did and Uncle Zyair saw it all. He knows Karsten is Twisted Rider and that you are..." Stella’s eyes guiltily shifted towards my belly.
I finished the sentence for her. "That I am pregnant with his child."
I was ashad of many things. Of hiding the truth from my family. Of trusting the wrong people. Of lying to my friend.
But carrying Karsten’s child was not one of them. At least not now that I knew he wasn’t my stalker and wouldn’t hurt .
"Yes, Baba is not pleased. He wants him out of your life. He even punched Karsten and broke his nose or maybe just dislocated the bones. But he was pissed when Karsten told him," Zaylen filled in, placing his hand on my leg.
"What?" I asked with a gasp. This was what I was trying to avoid. The whole drama of people I cared about going at each other’s throats.
Zaylen and Stella sadly nodded.
"And Baba shouldn’t be going at him. He accepted his role as Mafia Lord of Sparia," I lanted.
"That’s exactly why Baba wants you to have nothing to do with him."
Zaylen’s lips had flatlined and I wondered if he was disappointed in just like Baba. I wasn’t even thinking about Mom’s reaction.
Will she be disappointed in as well?
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