Renia's POV
"Will you stop doing that?" Raphael asked or rather demanded. I really can't say which one it was but I think he was demanding. I paid him no heed though.
The doctor's word keeps ringing in my head and it gets me mad each time it replays. I mean...Twins? Frigging twins? I don't even know how to handle one kid and I find out that they are two of them.
"Okay...that is it! What the hell is your problem?" Raphael yelled.
"You. You are my problem, Raphael. I mean it was just once, that one time and you managed to put not even one but two kids in me. I mean how the fuck am I supposed to handle two kids?"
"How is any of this my fault?" He asked.
"It is your goddamn fault, Raph," I yelled.
Renia's POV.I let out a yawn and shut my laptop. I stretched a bit and I couldn't help myself, I dropped my hand on my stomach and rubbed it soothingly. I didn't think I would accept the fact that I am pregnant so easily but I have accepted and I can't imagine myself not pregnant.I don't know if that makes any sense.I have been working nonstop since morning. My mind has been going a thousand miles per minute and my imagination was running wild so I just took advantage of it and penned all my ideas down and I sent them to Damien once I was done. I couldn't take the risk of not penning my ideas down because the moment I procrastinate I will surely end up forgetting about the ideas I had in the first place.I walked towards the refrigerator. I don't think
Raphael's POV.It was just nine pm and I couldn't believe that I was already at home. Ever since I got married to Ren, I have never gotten home this early. I always come back around twelve o clock at the midnight and most of the time Renia would be fast asleep and if she wasn't then she would be lying awake on the bed and try to talk to me again but her attempts of getting me to talk to her always failed. I prefer spending my time with Susan than with her, that beautiful face of hers makes me mad... she looks so much like her fucking mother that it was almost disgusting. Seeing her face just reminds me of what her mother did to my father. It was that same hazel eyes and red hair that led to his downfall and death. If she hadn't led him on... she should have just let him go, she should have told him that she was engaged to marry and asked him to stop pining over her but I guess she loved the attention more. She must have been in love with the fact t
R E N I A'S POVI turned over in bed and let out a groan. My hair was all over the place and I am pretty sure I tied it up before going to bed. I sat up from the bed and smoothened my hair a little bit while finger combing it too. I didn't get a good rest last night, I kept tossing and turning. I just couldn't find the right way to sleep or maybe, just maybe I couldn't stop thinking about last night. I was having a really good day before Raphael got back home. He just showed up and ruined everything. He denied being with another woman yesterday when I could smell her perfume on him and trust me I know that smell, it is the same smell that is always on his anytime he comes home. I wasn't surprised when I perceived the perfume again and I wasn't the least bit surprised when he denied being with someone else.But I was very much pissed when I found out he remembered. He remembered every single th
Raphael's POVWhen I woke up this morning and decided to make breakfast for my wife as a Peace offering I didn't think it would flop so much. My stupid self should have known omelet was going to make her nauseous. I remember reading it in a book somewhere that some food sets pregnant women off and I do remember seeing omelet on one of the articles I read but it slipped my mind.I held her hair when she was throwing up and tried to calm her down. I expected the throwing up phase but then the way she threw up worried me. It felt like she was going to puke the baby out too and I got even more worried when she wobbled on her feet and refused to eat anything and went back to sleep like she did not just finish puking her guts out.So yeah, I called her sister. I couldn't call my mum because I haven't broken the news to her yet and I plan on changing that very soon. Lucy stayed w
Renia's POV."Really Raphael? You brought her to dinner" I exclaimed and he just shrugged like it was nothing. Let me catch you up on what was going on. It is dinner night, you know the dinner that Raphael planned. The one in which he invited my family and his mother. Yes, that dinner, and guess who else is here. BINGO! Susan, that is who. Raphael's mistress or lover or whatever the fuck it is she is to him. "You did ask me to invite her." He said."Do you not know what sarcasm is, Raphael?" I asked him. "Is that a thing? Enlighten me please, Genius." He mocked but I ignored it anyway. "You have to tell her to leave," I demanded."Why?" He asked. "This is a family dinner, my parents are going to be here and your mother will be here too," I said"And so?" He asked. "Don't you get it, Raph? You can't bring your mistress to a family dinner.""Why not? After all, she is family too." He said and that was when I realized what he
Renia's pov."Since when?" Lucy asked.We have been in the bathroom for over twenty minutes now. I, trying to stop myself from crying and Lucy was trying to stop herself from actually killing someone. "It has been a while." "Is that why you left for Paris?" "Yeah, one of the reasons," I answered. "I am going to kill him." She declared. She was not trying to hold her anger anymore. Truth is Lucy has a bit of an anger issue. She doesn't get mad often but when she does it is impossible to reason with her. I remember my first day in high school and a senior tried to bully me...it is safe to say one of them went home with a broken nose and the other was suspended. "You are not going to do anything to him, Lucy," I said as calmly as possible. "Are you kidding me, Ren? He is cheating on you with that fucking bitch and he had the gall to bring her to a family dinner and you are telling me not to do anyth
Renia's POVThe weekend passed by in a blur. After the very interesting and enlightening dinner, I avoided Rapheal like the plague and it was entirely too easy so I figured he was avoiding me too. My mum and Lucy have been texting me constantly and I tried to reply to them as soon as I get the text. There was that one time I replied to my mum's text thirty minutes late. Let's just say it wasn't pretty. She was already on the edge and was on the verge of driving over to make sure I was okay. So yeah, ignoring them was not an option. It was already Monday, the day of my appointment with the doctor. I was nervous as hell. I read up about pregnancy on google and well I was getting worried already. I was underweight...like really underweight, especially for someone carrying twins. I also checked my blood pressure with my Apple Watch and it was a tad bit higher than normal. I don't know how accurate the readings were but I am about to find out at the hospital today.
Renia's POV.I don't remember leaving the hospital after what the doctor said. I don't remember what happened after what she said. I couldn't help but think about how much of a shitty mother I am. My kids were still inside of me and yet I can't even take care of them properly. Underweight, premature birth. It seems the only thing I can do right in my life is getting good grades and excel in my jobs but when it comes to the matter of family then I just fail at it. I managed to get myself married to the one man on earth that hates my guts more than anything and now, now my body can't even carry my babies properly. "You need to snap out of it." The sound of Raphael's voice brought me out of my thoughts. I took in our surroundings and saw that we were already back home and Raphael was out of the car already. He had the door to the passenger seat opened and was standing right outside staring down at me."Sorry?" I asked. "I said you need to snap out of it." He said. I rolled my eyes at
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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