CHAPTER 69

MELISSA

I slept on my sickbed enjoying the memories of what happened hours ago and at each passing second, I grinned the most. The memories are mind-blowing. It's feels fucking good to have an edge when fighting for what is yours.

“Ouch!” I cried out clutching my brow and a frown creased my face.

Damian ran to me, his heart pounding in his chest and he let a lump down his throat, "Oh you are awake!” He asked with worry evident on his face as he sat on the edge of the sickbed, his gaze scanning my face.

I opened my eyes slowly, blinking my eyes countless times in other to do away with the blurry vision.

I looked at Damian with a worried face, clutching my belly, "Don't tell me…" my words faltered in my throat.

He stared at me worriedly, his gaze looking into mine like he was looking for a Lost jewel in them.

“My babies," I muttered, my breath coming in heavy gasps, and my eyes popped out of my socket.

He sat still as his mind went blank, I could see his eyes were reddened with te