All Chapters of Worshipped By The Alphas: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"I won't be able to go to the doctor with you today, Amaya," Aiden informed Amaya while they were breakfasting in the dining room the following morning. She would never have admitted it but she had really been relying on having him there that day. She was in her sixteenth week of pregnancy and had been scheduled for a precautionary amniocentesis that day, because of her previous miscarriage, her doctor wanted to take no chances. She was a nervous wreck about the procedure and even though she knew the risks of complications were very low, they were still there. Also even though her logical mind told her that her baby would be fine she was still dreading the possible outcome of the test, Aiden had been a rock during her first ultrasound the month before, holding her hand while he listened to the whooshing sound of their baby's heartbeat for the first time and squeezing it tightly when they had caught sight of the fragile fluttering on the black and white monitor. It had been too early

"Just let me explain," Aiden said the moment they were outside the clinic, It was raining and Amaya hurriedly raised the hood of her coat over her head before scurrying for her car, he followed her even though she was still quite obviously ignoring him and keeping her back to him, she fumbled for her car keys in her large bag and he groaned in frustration before dropping his hands onto her narrow shoulders to turn her around. Her face was wet and he sighed deeply as he wiped at the moisture, which could have been tears or rain."I'm sorry," he whispered, lowering his head so that she could hear him over the clamour of cars driving by and the freezing rain. "Amaya, that didn't come out right. It didn't mean what you thought it did.""What does it matter what I think?" She finally asked bitterly."It matters," his large hands cupped her face and his forehead lowered to hers. "It matters very much, Theresa.""No," she shook her head slightly. "It doesn't." She put her hands to his broad

"You are an extremely difficult patient, cara," Aiden gritted out from between his teeth three days later. It was mid-afternoon and he had walked into her workroom, only to find her guiltily standing in the middle of the room. She was clutching the sketchbook that she had crept upstairs to retrieve, to her chest."I was bored," she whined. "So I thought if I had my sketchbook handy, I could work on some designs.""Why didn't you call me or Phumsile to get it for you?""You were catching up on some work," and he had missed enough of it already, taking the week off to stay with her. "And Phumsile has dashed out to do some shopping.""This is ridiculous," he growled, reaching her in one stride and swinging her up into his strong arms as if she were a featherweight. "You're being impossible. Why didn't you watch some TV, or read a book or take a nap, or anything until Phumsile got back?""Because I'm bored now," she complained sulkily and he muttered something in Italian beneath his breat

That day signaled a turning point in their rocky relationship, the peace remained and along with it a mutual, ever-deepening respect blossomed between them. Aiden consulted her on some of his business decisions, seeming to value her opinions and take her advice and, taking her cue from him, Theresa started asking for his opinions on some of her designs and developed a keen admiration for the eye he seemed to have for quality jewelry. With his encouragement she started attempting more difficult pieces using new mediums and she was pleasantly surprised with the results.Life was better but by no means perfect, they still slept apart at Amaya's insistence, and even though he still accompanied her to all of her doctor's appointments and was even her coach at the natural childbirth classes she had started attending, Amaya hardly ever talked to him about the baby and did her utmost to discourage any discussion he may want to have about it. Lisa was meant to be her coach but her cousin had

"You make my family miserable! You take my grandson and keep him away from his family, keep him away from his dying father... you nothing but selfish. Why you want a man who no love you? No pride... you no pride. He love a good woman, he no love you!"Amaya gasped in horror and raised her hands to her mouth, defenceless against the hatred she saw burning in the old woman's eyes. Her eyes flooded with anguished tears and Aiden swore shakily before saying something soft and dangerous sounding to the three women on the other end of the camera but Amaya had blocked them all out and was struggling to her feet, ignoring Aiden's desperate protest.She was out the door and halfway up the stairs before he caught up with her."She's old, cara," he said desperately, holding onto her arm as she tried to wrest herself away from him. "She's old and stubborn. What she said was not true.""I didn't make your family miserable?" She asked brokenly. "Of course I did, Aiden. You know that's true... I did