Everything stops for a moment; I forget to breathe and blink, my entire focus on one small, pale hand in mine.
A hand which just twitched.
"Sophie?" I breathe out, inspecting her face, but it's like nothing ever happened.
Maybe it was just my imagination after all.
I lift my brows:"S-s-she-she's still p-pregnant?" I stutter and the nurse reluctantly nods."We think so, yes. I mean, there's definitely a heartbeat, it's just that it's so incredible. This is practically medically impossible, which is why we're all so puzzled. With a hit like that..." she trails off, but soon regains composure. "If this is actually real and god hope that the baby is okay, she will need to be as careful as possible during the pregnancy. By that I mean spend as much time as possible laying in bed, absolutely not lifting anything heavy; if possible, not lifting anything at all. We will prescribe her additional vitamins and minerals and maybe even a diet.".
Days, weeks and months passed by quiety and without a trace. I worked hard and trained even harder during the day, and held Sophie's hand during the night.I didn't want to admit it, but my hope of her waking up seemed more and more slim with each passing day. The only question which stayed was how will she give birth if she doesn't wake up?A week before her birthday I had a gynecologist check the baby; it was the first time I had seen it through scan. I didn't see much, it was like a small ball in her belly, but what mat
Sophie's P.O.V.I frown at the ceiling, a sudden wave of nausea coming over me, and I have to close my eyes.What happened? Where am I?I look around and notice the wires that are connected to my arm.You've gotta be kidding me.
When I enter the room, my girl is laying in the hospital bed with a distant look in her eyes, her imagination had probably taken her far away like so many times before.She'd always say it's a part of being an introvert but the way she could just escape reality always worried me slightly.I sit on the chair by her bed and uncounciously reach for her hand, squeezing it slightly. She doesn't pull away, but she doesn't react either.
I wake up to a sound of harsh breathing and huffing, coming form somewhere very close to me, and I quickly open my eyes, investigating my surroundings. I frown at the unfamiliar white ceiling and almost too comfortable bed, wondering where exactly I am, until I remember - Axel's house.I'm in myboyfriend'shouse.Yesterday afternoon I was finally able to leave the hospital, and Axel brought me here. I know that this is all normal and the way it should be, but it still feels a bit weird.
Sophie's P.O.V.Oh god I hope I got his name right.The handsome guy with jet black hair turns to look at me and quickly starts taking steps toward me. "Oh, my god, you're just letting her walk around on her own after what she's been through?" he exclaims and I make a move to move away from him, but he manages to sneak his arm around my waist.Axel looks absolutely infuria
Sophie's P.O.V.Oh god I hope I got his name right.The handsome guy with jet black hair turns to look at me and quickly starts taking steps toward me. "Oh, my god, you're just letting her walk around on her own after what she's been through?" he exclaims and I make a move to move away from him, but he manages to sneak his arm around my waist.Axel looks absolutely infuria
Oh my, this is gorgeous.I think to myself looking around the room.The walls are painted soft beige, one of my favourite colours, and the floor is covered with soft carpet.But what matters the most is that this is some sort of an office; an office for writers.
The next day"Hey baby." Axel's raspy voice greets me as I open my eyes, beyond tired.Something seems different, but I can't exactly put my finger to it."Axel?" I ask, but I'm answered by a baby's cry. "Shit." Axel silently curses and I'm completely awake all of a sudden.
"This is not how I imagined spending the last day of the year." Amber groans, holding me up by my arm, Liam on the other. I can walk, but they insisted that precausion was necessary."Sorry, guys, I just- I couldn't spend another day locked inside the house without... Well you know." I muster up a shitty apology for the shitty situation I'm in.Axel's been gone a week today and I can't stand to even think about it.
Axel's P.O.V."I'm sorry, okay? Fuck, I've forgotten what it's like to ask forgiveness from people who aren't Sophie." She always caves in quite soon, thankfully."Yeah, well, I'm not fucking Sophie and that's a pitiful fucking apology, you need to do better." coach replies, shutting the door of his bedroom in my face.
Axel's P.O.V.I slam the door behind me, kicking the snow underneath my boots as I make my way to the car. I'm still hungover and my alcohol level is probably way fucking higher than it should be, which is why Catherine brought me home. She was the only one sober in the apartment and wouldn't let me drive on my own.Well, she's not here no stop me now so she can suck dick.
"You were with a woman?" I ask, careful to not let my voice break. Deep down, however, I know he wouldn't cheat on me.Would he?No, Axel wouldn't.He rolls his eyes, like the child he is. "No, I wasn't. I thought you trust - why are we even talking about this? What is he doing in our f
I push him away in shock. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I'm beyond angry at this point and I wish I pushed him harder and he'd hit the ground. The baby inside me kicks, like he's excited."What does it look like? I'm trying to show you that he isn't the only one who can make you feel good." he responds calmly and I wonder for a second if he has an actual death wish or he's just plain dumb.I don't remember him being like this.
"You can't marry Axel, Sophie." he blurts out instead of greeting me back.I frown. What on Earth is he talking about? "What do you mean?""Don't marry Axel. Just... Don't. It's a bad idea." he says again and I'm as confused as ever. "Can I come in?" he adds after a while when I stay speechless. Not knowing what to say, I just open the door a little further, signaling him to enter.
Every drink makes my smile, my courage and my guilty conscience bigger, however I keep on drinking because as long as I'm drunk, I'm not realizing the fact that I have a kid and will soon have another. It also makes me forget that I have a serious fucking job because of a person that I threw away like garbage.I ignored all the shit that was building up and now it's overflowing.I quickly drown another glass of Whiskey to drown the guilt of calling my children shi
"This is exactly why I love you. You seem so fucking innocent and good yet here you are, in our bathroom, taking my pants off to shove my dick in your mouth." I whisper to her while we kiss, making her moan in response."I's the hormones... There are so many in my body right now, I can barely control myself." she admits, finally winning the battle with the zipper and eagerly pulling my pants and underwear down, squeezing my dick in her petite white hand.I harshly