Chapter 103

Elena’s POV:

I walked into Alex's penthouse with my feet heavy on the marble floor. I looked around the whole place, taking note of my new environment, and I could not believe that I had left the police cell.

  

It feels great knowing that I have left the police cell to be in a comfortable place, but it still hurts that everybody still doesn't believe me. 

I didn't even know how to prove my innocence and to prove myself to everyone that I was innocent of the crimes that I had been accused of.

“Please come in,” Alex spoke, gesturing for me to come inside the penthouse. I followed him from behind and placed my hands on my stomach when I remembered that I had just been told about my present condition.

Zoey followed me; her hands never left my arms.

Alex stood in the doorway and said, “Elena, this will be your room; please feel at home. My home is your home."

“Thank you very much, Alex. You are indeed a lifesaver.” I spoke and pulled away.

Zoey walked up to me and said, “Elena, I would have loved to stay back in Los Angeles with you, but I have to return to Oregon.” Her voice was calm. 

I nodded my head understandably, “I know. Zoey. Just be safe. We will be talking on the phone, and as soon as I am free, I will come be with you in Oregon.” I smile with a little smile tugging on my lips.

“My taxi is here and my flight is in 30 minutes; I have to be at the airport right now; see you later,” she said her goodbyes and kissed me on the cheeks before leaving.

Alex turned to me with a smile on his face. “Please freshen up, Elena, and I will make you something to eat,” he said, and walked out of the room.

I was now alone, and I felt the silence everywhere. I looked around, knowing that this would be my new home. I felt a little relieved. My hands found their way to my stomach. 

I promise to give this child all the love and care in the world. 

It felt so satisfying knowing that I had hoped for this to happen to me for a long time, but it felt sad that this child would grow up without a father. I will make sure that Nicklaus is absent, and he won't get what he has been waiting for all this time because of his selfish interest.

“I will be your mother and your father. I will always make sure that you are happy, and nothing shall separate us ever again, my love,” I spoke.

"You are here to stay forever.” I smiled.

I stood up and watched myself in the mirror, and I admired myself. My skin was pale and bright, and it looked spotless at the same time. 

I thought about the whole thing, and I knew that telling Zoey about my present condition would make her miss her job and her flight to stay here to take care of me.

I would not allow that to happen. I don't know how Alex would feel about it, but it would be best if I kept it a secret for now. I thought to myself. I do not want to burden anybody with my problems anymore. 

I walked into the hot bath that was prepared for me, and I allowed the warm water to soak into my body. I closed my eyes and tried to relax my mind.

After a short while, I got out of the bathtub and cleaned up. I changed into some fresh clothes that Alex had brought for me, and I lay in bed.

My eyes started closing slowly, and I slowly drifted off to sleep.

“No, don't leave me. Mother,” I muttered. I could see my mother, Nicklaus, and a baby walking away from me. I was standing all alone. It felt so real.

Immediately, my eyes opened, and I could see Alex standing close to me with a tray of food in his hands. He narrowed his eyes and stared at me.

I guess it was just a lucid dream.

“Elena, are you okay?” He asked. His eyes fell on my stomach, and I slowly released my hands from my stomach.

“Yes, just my constant nightmares,” I spoke.

He dropped the tray on the bed. “I brought you lunch,” he spoke.

I sat upright. “Thank you so much; I was starving already,” I said.

I dived into the meal because I was feeling very hungry, and right now I needed to eat plenty of meals because I am now eating two.

Alex stayed with me while I ate. His eyes never left mine; there was silence in the room before he spoke up, “Elena, you look pale. Something I cannot explain. Don't you think you need a doctor or a therapist?” he asked.

“It's just stress. I promise you that I am fine.” I spoke, trying my best to convince him, but he didn't seem that way.