Chapter 51

Six Months Later

Ace’s POV

“Be careful!” Angel demanded in a moan. Her hands were wrapped around my shoulders traversing under my armpits as she breathed in hot air into my ear. 

Her legs formed a pointy fountain under the sheets running through my waist, wrapped tightly around my thighs, making my thrusting work closer and easier. 

“Relax, I won't hurt the baby.” I whispered a warm assurance into her ear while my fingers rubbed her head tenderly. 

After the holy work was done, I helped her get ready for our doctor’s appointment. Trust me when I say it wasn't the easiest work of all. 

She changed into ten different outfits, cried when clothes didn't fit and wailed about how ugly she felt. 

Every two minutes she asked me if I still found her sexy, or I would dump her for a skinnier girl who had no baby multiplying the fat in her body. 

I had to assure her that I just made steamy love to her. Not only that, but I held her and kissed her neck while she came. 

“You're sexier when pregnant actually!” I stressed, rubbing her butt in response to her face of lips curled down. 

“Really? You mean it?” She pondered. 

“Yes! You're very sexy!” I added, for the umpteenth in a span of ten minutes. 

I opened the car door for her, held her hand so she could hop in safely, and buckled her in. But, before I was even done, she had started munching on the snacks and moaning to their taste in my ear. I planted a warm kiss on her forehead and closed her in. 

The journey to the gynaecologist was all about her talent show and her newly found love for the Spanish language. She held a water bottle to her mouth as a mic, as she screamed at “La Isla Bonita” by Madonna since the beginning of the journey almost ten minutes ago.  

I couldn't help but fall in love with her all over again, and rebuke myself for nearly missing out on the moment because of some fifty year old revenge. My parents were dead, yes, they were never coming back, and above all, Angel didn't kill them. I took a short prayer and thanked God for opening my mind. 

We arrived at the hospital for the appointment. I stepped out of the car and walked to her side to open for her. We strolled into the hospital, and before long, we held our hands together, looking at an ultrasound of our baby girl. 

“We made that?” I pondered, even after three months it still didn't dwell that we really did that. 

Even when I thought the last straw was pulled when Angel cheated on me with her grandfather-in-law, it turned out that wasn't the part where the camel’s back finally breaks. Instead of cheating on her back with the easiest target I had at my disposal, Miranda, I chose not to. 

The days that followed were dedicated to learning to forgive and forget: basically starting on a clean slate, and I learned that was where true healing rooted from.

Although I was distraught and felt betrayed, rather emasculated, I had to bear in mind the intensity of my sins towards her, and how at the end she still found it in her heart to forgive me. So, I found it only fitting to do the same. And it was the best decision I ever made! 

And that was where our baby came from. After I got back home from the clinic, I shared a passionate night with my wife, making love to her like I'd never done before. I watched her body hair erect as well as tears forming in her eyes. 

Not long after, the pregnancy test came out positive, and it's been sex and more sex since then. I don't know who is more addicted between her and me, but either way, we love it. 

“You're going into the second trimester gracefully. And why not, you have such a loving and supportive husband by your side. Good job, George. Every woman needs a man like you!” The doctor smirked, wiping the gel off Angel's belly. 

“Thanks, doc. I'm trying my best.” I muttered, and helped Angel up on her butt. 

The doctor arched her eyebrows. 

“You call that trying your best? Come on, you're excellent at this, your kids will be even luckier to have you as their father.” 

The way back to the hotel was rather quiet. 

“Is everything alright, babe?” I queried with a frown on my face. 

Angel stared out the window. 

“I want to go to the beach, and dance. I don't feel sexy wearing this.” She picked her dress’ fabric with her nails. 

As much as I wanted to laugh, I didn't want to get into her bad books. 

“Okay, babe. Your wish is my command.” “Let's go this evening when there's less people, huh?” I mumbled. 

“Okay!” She affirmed strongly, and reached for her chocolate chip cookies from her snack tray. 

The evening came. I lay on my back on the sand, hands under my head as I watched my wife dance on the shores of the San Pedro beach at sunset, her figure transcending to a dark silhouette amidst the golden hour. 

My lips curled into a grin, having a quick but deep epiphany of how far we’ve come. A moment like that was exactly the destination that the hard journey was meant to reach. 

Everything seemed to have fallen into place at long last. We found Luis. He and Sharon got engaged. They’d always been in love, way before he got infatuated with Angel. Good thing he’s finally moved on.

My father repented, and got himself admitted to the same clinic I was at. I now have a healthy and happy relationship with my foster family.

Angel and I together, managed to convince her brother-in-law, Enzo Josiah, to set Anna free, and they opted for a divorce. 

So my wife has someone to call blood family and hang out with. In fact, they go to Buffalo once in a while to visit Stephie. 

I felt a light tap on my shoulder, awakening me from my world of deep thoughts. I was startled. 

“You scared me, Angel.” I complained, sitting up straight. 

Angel threw her weight on the sand next to me and crossed her legs. 

Her tender gaze shifted from my face to the golden sunset she’s been showering under. 

“Who would have imagined?” She commenced, grinning. Her glare became more deep and layered as she spoke.

I sighed and placed my hand on the baby bump. 

“At this point, I'm just happy to be here, with you by my side, and a mini us on the way. All the what if’s, I've chosen to leave them out.” I swallowed hard and fixed my eyes on her. 

“I love you, Angel! And thank you for choosing me.” 

She sucked her lips and let out a smile through her nasal cavities, her cheeks turning red. 

She extended a hand across my back and held onto me tight as I held onto her. 

“I love you, George!” She blurted as she lay her head on my shoulder.

Together we stared into the beautiful ending.