Renia's POV.It made sense that he wanted to be there for his children. It made perfect sense. It is just that I had hoped that he would be interested in his kids and I didn't think that he would actually be interested. I didn't say a word to him after his little speech. What would I have said? I just kept mute and alighted from the car and started heading for the hospital with him following behind me. We were directed into Stella's office the moment we entered and I went through the familiar routine of changing out of my clothes and into a scrub. Stella checked my weight after I changed into the scrub before she asked me to lie down on the makeshift bed. I grabbed my phone and handed it to Raphael. He stared at me with a questioning look. "Can you take a picture or maybe a video? I am kinda documenting this whole thing." I told him and he nodded at me. "How are you feeling, Renia?" Stella asked as she shuffled around in her office. "Good actually. I have added more weight and I t
Renia's POV. Fatigued. Hungry. Sleepy, extremely sleepy. I enjoy flying, at least most of the time but I don't think I can say the same for this time. I was restless the entire time. I couldn't stay in the same position for long. I think Raphael is pretty much fed up with me by now but I didn't ask for this so he will have to suck it up. "You are going to have to help me out," I told him after he alighted from the car. After traveling for long hours with different stopovers. I can't wait to get to my room and order a table full of food and then take a shower and finally get some sleep in a huge ass bed. "I wasn't going to leave." He commented and I shrugged. "I was just reminding you. Just in case you forgot about my existence." I said and took his outstretched hand before dragging my tired body out of the rented car. He let go of my hand the moment I was out of the car and placed his hand on the small of my back. It has become like second nature to him now, holding my back. I di
Raphael's POV. I woke up to the feel of someone's elbow jabbing the side of my stomach. My wife's hair was all over my chest when I woke up and her big and very much naked stomach was poking my side and resting warmly against my stomach. Our legs were intertwined and one of my hands was wrapped around her waist. I should probably wake her up and have her move away from me but I couldn't bring myself to, she looked so peaceful and innocent sleeping against me like this and her hair that I could have sworn was tied in a bun before we went to bed was all over me. I am not sure how we got to this position because she was sleeping on her side and I was sleeping on mine but now we were both in the middle of the bed wrapped around each other as much as her stomach can allow. My hand dropped to her back and I started stroking it absentmindedly. We could pass as a happily married couple like this, with her sleeping against me like this but Nah, I might have been trying to keep my hatred for
Renia's POV.The hotel was already filled with people by the time we went downstairs. It was barely noon but it was already bussing with people. I felt really pretty in the white dress I picked for today. It was very long and covered most of my body. It was sleeveless and opened my cleavage a little bit. We passed the reception and I sent Layla a wave and a smile she was too busy clearing some guests to return it but she did nod at me in acknowledgment. “Where are we going?” I asked Raphael who has been super nice to me since last night. I had to keep reminding myself every passing second that he was only being nice because I am carrying his children and nothing more. I could get carried away by his attention easily. I enjoyed waking up in his arms a little more than I should. Our legs were tangled up and the feel of his fingers skimming the side of my stomach softly did it for me. “I have to check out sites for my new project. It might be a little tiring for you but you can always
Raphael's POV. I was beyond exhausted already. We walked around the entire day and I was thankful that Renia insisted on staying behind. I can't imagine how exhausted she must be. The first two sites we checked were a total write off and the same goes for the third. It wasn’t until we got to the fifth site that we were able to decide that it would be the perfect site for the club. I wasn’t really sure of the theme I was going for but I knew this would be perfect. It was a fair distance from the beach and I can just imagine building something that is a total see-through and my customers would be able to get the whole beach experience without really going to the beach. Mateo left after we saw the last site. He was going to come with me to the beach to say hi to Renia but he had something else to do and time was no longer on his side. I was happy that he wouldn’t be able to see her. The image of her in that white dress with her red hair flowing around her was a stark contrast to the dr
Renia's POV. I was the first to wake up this time and I wasn't the least bit surprised when I saw just how close I and Raphael was. We didn't try to put any space between us last night, not when he kept working my body like an instrument. I admit that I was wrong for leaving that place like that when I promised him that I wouldn't leave and to make matters worse, my phone was on silent again and somehow I was so relaxed that I didn't realize when I fell asleep on the beach. My first reaction when I saw Raphael was that he was overreacting until I saw just how worried he was. I saw how much it bothered him and even though he must have been worried because of his children, I still hoped that maybe, just maybe he was worried about me too. I smoothened his hair and he snuggled deeper into my naked breast. This scene was so familiar that it made my heart ache a little. It was like a deja vu of our very first time together, the night how babies were conceived. I have never been able to fo
Renia's POV. "I don't think there is any difference between this one and the other one," Raphael commented staring at the dress I was putting on. We have been at this for over thirty minutes and I am yet to pick out a dress. It is either too short, too tight, too revealing, or too something. I didn't think he would be so picky when I asked him to go shopping with me but he is picky as hell. "No, it is obviously different. That was a flared gown and this is just straight." I told him sending him a playful glare. I was enjoying this more than I should be. I think it has to do with the fact that he wasn't outrightly ignoring me. He had something to say about every dress and while some of his comments were unorthodox and annoying as hell, I still liked it. "Whatever. It is still not it." He said and I must agree with him on this one. The dress was too itchy and I felt the urge to rip it off with my hands. "I will be right back," I told him and walked back to the dressing room. I remov
Raphael's POV. I am in deep shit. I think that goes without saying. I don't know what it is that I feel for my wife but it is most definitely more than just hatred. I don't know when or how things started changing for me. I didn't even realize it until that time I was looking for her at the beach. I even chalked that up to the fact that I was only worried about my children but I should have known that it was more than that when I couldn't stop myself from touching her. When I felt the need to be inside her badly. I realized my feeling were getting out of hand when I couldn't even bring myself to say no to her when she asked me to follow her to go shopping. I could have stood my ground and said no but one look into those eyes that I claimed to hate so much and I was gone. I knew I couldn't say no to her. It was damn near impossible to say no to her and now I am finding it hard to take my eyes off her. She was staring at the groom and very pregnant bride with a big smile on her face a
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Renia's POV.Three years later. I let out a ~oof when I felt the bed dip and one person was holding my legs and tugging on them while the other was tapping me repeatedly trying to wake me up. “Mummy, wake up. You promised to get ice cream with us.” Asher’s boyish voice said. He sounded like he was talking directly into my ear and I know he was because apparently, talking directly into my ear makes me hear him louder. Like he wasn’t being loud enough. “Come on, Mummy. Wake up.” Alisa demanded from the foot of the bed. Yes, she demanded. She is one hell of a spoilt kid. I told you she would be the heartbreaker. She has grown so much and her features are clearly her father’s. She looks just like him just that she has red hair and he doesn’t and her attitude is not from here. While Asher is all smiles and sunshine, Alisa is the exact opposite. Always grumpy and ready to fight, extremely picky and unfriendly. She doesn’t warm up to people easily. The only person she actually gets along
Renia's POV. Two weeks later. Two weeks later and I am still very much in love with my babies. Lucy was right when she said I would never want to let go of them again. I just enjoy staring at them. It still amazes me how I gave birth to the most beautiful babies ever. Granted, I don't have a single memory of giving birth to them but then they are all mine and I carried them in my stomach. Raphael and I made those beautiful kids. It doesn't cease to amaze me. Alisa and Asher have been the best baby yet. I used to think all babies do is cry and cry and cry but my babies are kinda different. They only cry when they want to be held or fed or when it is time to change the diapers. My cast is long gone now so I can hold them all I want. I had to stay in the hospital for about a week plus because the doctor wanted to monitor my health and my children's health. He said he needed to make sure everything was fine before giving us the go-ahead to go home. I got a surprise when I got back home
Renia's POV. "What are you saying, Renia?" That was Lucy. I didn't take my eyes off Raphael though. I don't know why but it felt like he is the only one who can understand me. I don't know how that would be possible because I don't even understand myself. I shook my head and didn't bother trying to stop the tears that were falling. "I can't do it. I don't think I can do it, Raphael. I don't know if I can do it." I said repeatedly. Raphael nodded and sat down beside me on the bed pulling me closer until I could bury my face in his neck. He patted my hair and back repeatedly trying to calm me down but nothing was working. How did I go from being cherry and eager to meet my children to not want to meet them? What kind of a mother does that make me? What kind of a mother doesn't want to meet her children? Raphael pulled back from the hug and cupped my face gently. "Tell me what is wrong, Ren." He whispered. “I don’t know, Raphael. I am just scared. What if I drop them? What if they
Renia's POV. Water.I need to drink water. It felt like I have been on a fast for a long long time. The need to drink and get rid of my thirst forced me to open my eyes which I closed back immediately after I opened them. It was too bright. Too much light and white. Why is it that hospital rooms are always painted white? I don't exactly hate the color but it is also not a pleasant color to see when you are opening your eyes for the first time in days. I sighed and opened my eyes slowly this time, allowing my eyes to get used to the brightness. I took in the silent room and tried to sit up to get water for myself but the weight on my hand pushed me back down. Raphael's head greeted me when I looked down to see what was pulling me back. He was holding on to my hand in a way that was too tight but was also comfortable. He was so deep in his sleep that he didn't realize I was awake. I tried to smoothen his hair with my other hand and soon realized that I couldn't move that hand. I look
Renia's POV. My mouth tastes like cardboard. Like I haven't brushed in days and my head, well, it feels like I have been hit several times with a sledgehammer. I tried to move my hand to massage my temple but it felt like my hand was being held down by some heavyweight and I started feeling a slight ache in my shoulders, scratch that, my entire body was aching at this point. My head feels like I have been hit over and over again with a hammer and my shoulders felt like it was in the wrong place. My waist too, in fact, my entire body is aching one way or the other.I tried to open my eyes to see where I was but nothing. I tried so hard, I willed myself to open my eyes but it was like my eyes had a mind of their own and it has been glued together or something cause I couldn't bring myself to open them. I tried to move my hand or even squeeze it but it was like I could only do it mentally and nothing was actually moving, not even a little bit. It felt like my whole body is paralyzed and
Raphael's POV.Waiting has to be the most exhausting chore ever. I have never actually had to wait for something or someone so I never realized just how hard it was to wait for something, something that you have no control whatsoever over. This situation only made waiting worse. The fact that I don’t know if I am waiting to receive good news or bad news was making me exhausted both physically and emotionally. I couldn’t keep still and I couldn’t keep pacing. The pacing made me sick on the inside and sitting still made me anxious. I literally don’t know what to do with myself. I glanced at where Melissa and Javier were supposed to be sitting and couldn’t find them there. I couldn’t even bring myself to be shocked that they were no longer sitting there. I must have been too stuck up in my head to notice when they left. I need to do something with myself. I can’t just keep waiting but I still can’t leave here. I want to be here when the doctor comes out. I want to be here for my family.
Raphael’s POV. “What do you mean by that?” That was from me but it didn’t sound like it came from me. The voice sounded distant. Like the person who spoke was two rooms away from here. The doctor sighed his expression solemnly. “I am afraid we have to focus on one here, Mr. Knights. We either focus on saving the mother or the kids. We were hoping to get the bleeding under control and then deliver the babies but she is losing too much blood and too fast.” He said. “And so? Get it under control. It is your fucking job. Do I have to tell you what to do?” I exclaimed. He didn’t even flinch by how loud my voice was. He has to be used to patients’ families breaking down like this and raising their voices all the time cause he didn’t even seem the slightest bit fazed. The patient look on his face didn’t waver one but I could feel something else underneath. “What are you saying to us, doctor? You can’t ask us to choose.” Melissa cried. “I hate to do this too but this is really the only
Raphael's POV. I don't know how much time has passed. I can't even tell anything at this point. I answered the doctor's question like an unfeeling robot. I filled out every form that I was required to fill. It was like I was a walking dead. Like I was functioning but not really functioning. Like I was visibly alive but actually dead inside. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that I did this. Renia is currently lying unconscious in the hospital because of me. I might not have pushed her down the stairs with my hands but I might as well have pushed her. Susan only came into our lives because of me. She hurt Renia because of me and I...I will make her pay for that. I will. I stood up from the chair that I didn't even realize I was sitting on and started heading out of the hospital without even thinking it through. I need to hurt someone and that someone would be Susan. It doesn't matter that I have never raised my hand to a woman before. None of it matters. The need to hurt her. T