Rachel's POV“I love you.”“I love you too, darling.”“Will you marry me?”I pushed myself up by placing my hands atop Emilia’s shoulders to peek a glance at her figure. Endless tears streamed down her face at that instant but it only made me smile as they were nothing but tears of pure joy and happiness.“Of course, I will.” Her voice cracked but soon, she was swept into a tight embrace. All the nurses and the doctors, including Doctor Merch, who occupied the boundaries of the room broke into loud cheers and claps. The happy couple looked toward all of us, as though they were silently thanking us for making this happen.But in all honesty, Doctor Merch deserved all the credit there was. If it weren’t for her, there would’ve been no wedding. But thankfully, the pre-term baby was delivered healthily and gave enough reason for the couple to consider getting married. The couple had earlier lost all hope that their baby could make it. Since they had already been battling several issues, s
Rachel’s POV “Did any of you inform him of my condition?”“No, not yet,” Emilia spoke up. “Apparently I am your emergency contact person so I figured you had a reason for it. Plus Mark and Henry told me that we should probably leave that choice up to you and since you were expected to wake up soon I decided to listen to them.”“Thank god,” I sighed in relief. “Please don’t tell him just yet. I don’t want to worry him unnecessarily.”“Unnecessarily? Rach, he would want to know.”“I know, but I’m not in a very dangerous situation right? I am fine. These are not exactly grave injuries so the news can definitely wait. He’ll be flying back tomorrow anyway so he’ll know then. I don’t want to ruin his trip further. He has too much on his plate anyway, I don’t want to add another reason for him to worry about.”“But, Rach,” Mark said with apprehension, “He’s not going to like it when he learns that you kept it from him.”“I know, but he’ll come around. It’s not like he can do anything even i
Alan's POVI hadn't noticed when my bag fell from my arms.But I was guessing it happened somewhere between closing the door and noticing her swollen cheek. My heart fell into the deepest pits of my stomach. Upon further inspection, I noticed that she even had a slightly bruised eye.Soon, anger consumed me. Before I could stop it, I felt my blood boil within me. Despite having no idea who, I had managed to form immense hatred toward the person who had inflicted such pain upon her. She clearly looked like she was attacked. Badly."Who did this to you?" My voice was colder than I had intended it for. But I didn't bother correcting it because it was not directed at the girl standing before me."Um," She managed to mutter, "What are you doing here?"I walked up to her and tenderly held her jaw within my hand. Carefully, making sure I was not inflicting more pain than she was already in, I ran my fingers over her swollen jaw and then her bruised eye, in hopes of discovering what truly hap
Alan's POV"I've come to take you home." I breathed out, "Do you have to pack? I can help."Pursing her lips, she asked, "As in, right now?""Yeah, is there a problem?""Um, Mark and Em are going hosting a dinner."Narrowing my eyes, I asked, "While you're sick."Her face tightened as she sent me a glare, "To lift my spirits.""Right, sorry," I said. That was unnecessary of me to say. "I'm just.. knackered. Having a hard time trusting people these days."She nodded, "Remember I told you Emilia has started dating this doctor from our hospital?""The one she met on Tinder," He nodded knowingly, "What about him?""Well, she invited him over tonight. And Henry and Amy are going to join as well.""Oh.." I puffed out, "So, uh, it's going to be a houseful.""Are you not comfortable?""I am, it's just.. I'm really exhausted, Rachel. I'm sorry, I'd love to have dinner with your friends but I'm just really tired. I barely caught any sleep in the last two days and dad came a little earlier than
Rachel's POVAfter we stepped out of Emilia's and Mark's flat, Alan and I decided to wait by the pavement until our Uber arrived. The driver had apparently confused the actual route with a different one so he asked if we could wait for two more minutes until he could find the correct route.Alan took this opportunity to take my bag away from my hand, cursing at himself for not having thought of it before."Alan, my limbs are fine, it's my ribs that got damaged." I teased him but his frown persisted."Let me help you anyway," he muttered but I could sense that he was only putting up a facade. I could see that something was deeply bothering him and he did not want to be asked upon that matter further.Sighing, I waited by his side in silence until our cab arrived. Once inside, the driver apologised once again for the inconvenience caused and only nodded in relief when I reassured him that it was not a problem.Once he pressed on the accelerator, I looked to my side to watch Alan gaze ou
Rachel’s POV"What the fuck?" He exclaimed.I grimaced, and it was only then that I realised that tears were forming within my eyes, "I didn't know what to do. I knew for a fact that my mom was hurt and that I should help her but I was too afraid. I thought he was going to hit me as well, if I intervened. I was so scared and I selfishly held myself back."Bringing his hand to my hair, he gently stroked it, "You were young."I nodded, "My mom thinks I'm partly to be blamed for what happened. After that initial fall out, my parents just started drifting apart further. My mother could never leave him because she didn't know how she could look after herself and me. She didn't have a college degree, and she had to cut ties with her family before she married my father as they strongly opposed their marriage.""She doesn't need a college degree to survive. Don't we know millions of people who sustain themselves with odd jobs?""Suppose my mother wasn't brave enough for them," I said, "And sh
Alan's POV Later that evening, I found myself unpacking my suitcase whilst Rachel minded hers. Unlike me, she didn't carry a lot of things with her so her task was finished sooner than mine did. It was when I finished putting my toiletries in their respective places that I realised that we had yet to have dinner. Rachel was in no shape to cook, obviously, and I realised that neither was I. All the last minute travelling had taken a toll on me and the previous revelation that Rachel made just about drained any scant energy left in me. Ordering take out seemed like the logical option at that point. "Do you have anything in mind for dinner?" I brought myself to ask as I walked into my closet to sort my clothes out. "I have a weird craving for Indian food, suddenly." I heard her voice from the room and it subconsciously elicited a smile from me. "Indian?" "Yes. A good spicy Biriyani, preferably chicken." "Since when do you like Indian cuisine?" I asked, amused, whilst I walked out o
Alan's POV"Consider this our token of gratitude, but of course, it doesn't measure up to her assistance at all." Douglas said from the other end."I..." I hesitated for a few seconds. "Well, yes. We'd be happy to come, Douglas, but Rachel's indisposed at the moment so I'm not sure if she can make it.""I highly insist on it, Alan. We would really like to meet her.""I'll let her know.""I know you will." He asserted. I rolled my eyes at his response, of course, he was not going to take no for an answer. "On another note, I need you to do something for me. It's regarding the matter I discussed with you earlier. I'll enlighten you more about it when you come home this weekend.""I will.""The dinner's being hosted in my mansion in Roseville. I suppose you've been there once.""Yes, I have.""Perfect. I'll meet you on Saturday, then."Just when the call on my phone got disconnected, my ears pricked upon hearing the door to the bathroom open. Completely oblivious to what just happened, R