I wake up screaming. I had the same dream again; I am shaking and soaked from the sweat. Yet, I long for these dreams. It is Jackson. Sure, it might hurt me to see him like that, but I get to see him and feel closer to him.I grab the laptop and check my emails. Everything is going well with the businesses. They are trying not to call me unless it is really needed. I am grateful. I don’t want to walk in there looking so pregnant, so most of my advice has been over the phone.I went in with the family for the will, but that was all. I now officially own his business. Everything is fine, which is good. I look at the time. 2 am. I walk down and grab a drink, walk back to bed and fall asleep.Getting up, I spend the day picking colours and decorations for the twin’s room. Liam says he will decorate it with the help of Georgina and Marcus. The next few months fly by, and my stomach blooms, getting bigger and bigger.I look down. I have 8 weeks left, just 8 weeks. The room is ready. It look
At 38 weeks pregnant, we decided we will try making the relationship work properly. I have decided I need to move on. It has been nearly 8 months since Jackson left. It feels too soon, but leaving it much longer means Liam will soon find someone else.Sitting here relaxed, everything feels great, laughing at the film. A pain shoots across my stomach, and I wrench. Liam jumps up.“Georgina, grab the bags.” He screams upstairs. I laugh and shake my head.“Liam, calm down. One pain doesn’t mean I am in,… Aaah, F-U-C-K,” I scream and bend forward as the pain shoots through me again.“Something is wrong, Liam. Something is really wrong.” I feel like I am being cut open, or worse like something is cutting me open from the inside. I have no idea what happened to Tallulah; Jackson had said she was born with half a heart. I didn’t even think to ask how they didn’t know, and now it is too late.Georgina grabs my bags, and we get in the car, travelling to the hospital. The pains get closer toget
It feels strange seeing Jackson here again. I have gotten so used to Georgina and Liam. I wonder if they are still here or if they left. They don’t have the apartment anymore.“Georgina and Liam will be back later. I have said they can stay until they sort a place out. They wanted to be out when we got home,” he explains, carrying the twins into the living room. I sit on the sofa, exhausted. “Go to bed for a bit. I am here now so I can watch the babies.” He smiles, but I don’t want to. I am afraid I will wake up, and he will be gone again.“I want to spend this time with just us. Come sit down,” I ask, reaching for him. He walks over and sits next to me.“I am sorry, Alena, I messed everything up.” I look at him, his face covered in fresh cuts and bruises. “What happened? I don’t get why you were locked up.” I look at him, waiting for answers.“It was Max. He flipped when I mentioned I was going to be a dad to twins. We fought, or rather, he kept hitting me.”“Seeing I wasn’t reactin
I walk to him, pushing him back and climbing on top. I look down at him, shaking my head.“That wasn’t exactly a punishment, was it?” I laugh. He looks at me.“You’re lucky I came at all. After twenty minutes, I decided it was wrong to leave you here. I did plan to come up, tease you and leave. Obviously, that didn’t work, and I lost control of myself. We still need to talk.” He looks at me, lifting me off him and walking out of the room.I grab the dressing gown and follow him.“How can we talk if you walk away and won’t talk?” I shout at him. He keeps going, so I continue. “Just talk, shout, scream anything! Don’t just try acting like you don’t care.” This time he stops. He turns and faces me, walking back towards me slowly, my body backing up.“You want me to talk? Fine, I will talk. I feel sick when I look at you, thinking of you and him together. I look at you, and all I can think is how many times you were in my bed with him.” His steps get closer, and my body moves back. This i
Waking up, I am still lying in his arms. I wonder how we got to this point. So much has happened in such a small time frame. Moving, I cuddle closer to him, enjoying this moment as it never happens anymore. He smiles.“Good morning, baby.” He seems in a good mood, considering everything.“Good morning Sir,” I reply, looking up at him. I am hoping for a response, but I don’t get one. He just lies there, his eyes closed, so I stay quiet.“We should move. My Mum will be bringing the girls back soon.” He starts moving to sit up. I move so he can. I watch him get out of bed and walk towards the bathroom, turning the shower on.“Want some company?” I smile. He just shakes his head and steps into the shower. I need to slow down. I am so set on trying to get him into bed that I don’t think about anything else. Once he is out, I get in. I quickly wash, dry off and get dressed.Walking downstairs, Jackson is sorting through the baby bottles. His Mum walks in carrying the two car seats. Jackson
He comes and sits down in front of me. “You know I love you, don’t you? But you went and got me locked up, locked up for something you caused.” I think about his words, and maybe I can try another way. Maybe begging to go home is the wrong thing for me to do, and I should make him realise he needs me.“I know, Max, I am sorry. I was scared,” I admit. He looks at me to see if I am being honest.“Why would you be scared of me?” He looks confused like he doesn’t see what he has done now and what has happened in the past, so I lie.“I was scared of commitment. I was scared that if I committed to you that you would leave me.” I hope this will work. If I could just get him to think I love him, maybe he will let me leave with him.“No, you didn’t. You reported me to the police. You ran and hid. You told lies.” He moves closer, getting angrier.“I did, yes, because I was scared of spending my life with you when you could have walked away so easily. I knew Georgina fancied you the first time
Waking up in the hospital, I look around and see Jackson outside, with Marcus. They are talking. Jackson looks into the room. Seeing me awake, he runs into the room, grabbing my hand.“Damn Alena, did you not learn your lesson the last time about trying to fight battles alone?” He looks exhausted. I am confused.I can’t think straight. I can’t remember what happened or how I got here.“Why’s Marcus here?” I look at where he is standing.“The police were useless. Four weeks and they had no leads. They decided that you had left of your own accord and nothing could be done. I knew you wouldn’t leave willingly and knew Max had something to do with it.”“The police said you obviously walked away from our marriage, but I didn’t believe them. I got the team together. We spent another two weeks searching, checking out places where we believed he could be. Everywhere turned up empty.” He looks hurt. Why? He didn’t care before I left.“We kept searching, then they were on a mission, and they be
Georgina and Liam decide to stay at Helen’s, taking the twins with them. Jackson and I are at home alone, or as alone as we can be, with two men constantly here on guard.“Come upstairs. I have something for you.” He pulls me upstairs, and I follow. We walk towards one of the rooms. Walking in, it has changed, the colours and everything. “I decided that morning you left I would change the room, I would make it something you liked as well. We worked on it while you were away.” I begin to cry. He didn’t leave me and forget I existed. His arms wrap around me, his lips kissing mine, slowly and gently.My hands move, unfastening his buttons, sliding his shirt down. He steps back, and I remember how he couldn’t touch me before I left.“Sorry, I forgot,” I smile. He looks at me, confused.“Alena, the only thing stopping me from ripping your clothes off right now is not knowing how you will react. You have not spoken to me about what he did to you. I don’t want to touch you and hurt you phys