(Leigh’s POV)Alex went on top of me, smiling as he nipped on my bottom lips, kissing me sensually and smiling naughtily as he buried his head on my neck.“I thought you were tired from your long flight, Alex,” I whispered, smiling and gasping as I felt his hand exploring my body again.“Hmm,” he mumbled, nibbling on my earlobe. “Yeah, I was, but God, I miss you. I could do this all night, Leigh. Are you tired?” I could feel his lips curving into a smile as he asked.I chuckled, closing my eyes and not exactly knowing what my body wanted at this moment. All I know is that I melt like snow in the springtime every time he kisses me. Every time our heart and soul become one, I forget about the pain. I feel loved. And I also want to be selfish and greedy, wanting Alex to be mine.He rolled to my side and held my hand, intertwining our fingers. “Let’s not divorce, Leigh,” he said, making my heart skip a beat.My eyes opened, and my head turned to him, wanting to know if he was teasing me,
(Leigh’s POV) In a small private room, we found Zyra sleeping after being brought to the hospital when Emma found her unconscious in her bedroom. She called her last night, crying after she and Alex argued. She overdosed on her sleeping pills, and if I was not mistaken, she took them after her argument with Alex last night. I was leaning on the wall, hiding beside the cabinet as Alex dashed to Zyra’s side, holding her hand and crying in silence. We had to ride a taxi going here as he was trembling with worry and fear after hearing the news. Seeing him confused about what to do, I decided we take the cab instead of him driving going to the hospital. I pressed my lips as I thought, what on earth was I doing here, but I was too worried and anxious for Zyra and scared for Alex. When I peeked at them again, I saw Zyra opening her eyes, and when she saw Alex, she got up and started crying. He wiped her tears as he sat on the edge of her bed, wrapping his arms around her body, hushing her
(Alexander’s POV)George stood in front of me, telling me about my schedule for the day, but I leaned on the backrest of my swivel chair, staring blankly at nothing and not hearing what she was saying. I could only listen to the buzz of the sound of her voice. It has been a week since Leigh and I parted ways in Chase’s office.After signing the divorce papers, she removed the wedding ring off her finger and left the office without talking to me. I breathed out as my eyes lowered, looking at the wedding band on my palm. I leaned forward, propping my elbows on the table as I touched my chin while I raised the ring, looking and thinking of what to do with it.“Oh, Kayleigh called -” George pressed her lips together when my eyes flickered on her. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, looking disappointed at me. “Finally! Mr. Hearst, I got your attention,” She sat on the chair in front of my table.George studied my face, twitching her lips as she heaved a deep sigh.“I’m sorry, Boss,
(Leigh’s POV)“Kayleigh, is everything alright?” Abuela asked me worriedly. She peeked her head at the ajar door of my bathroom.“Yes, Granny,” I answered, standing up to go to the sink and clean my mouth and face. “I was just having a hard time,” I said as I touched my upset stomach. I have been feeling tired lately that I only wanted to curl up in my bed.When I went out of the bathroom, I found Abuela sitting at the edge of my bed.“Granny,” I uttered like a child whenever I wanted her to cuddle me. I dashed to her, sitting beside her and wrapping my arms around her body.She chuckled gently, raising her arm to brush her fingers lightly on my face. “What’s wrong with my little Kayleigh?”I threw my head back slightly to look at my grandmother. Her eyes were brightly happy, and her lips curved a light-hearted smile as she gazed at me adoringly. Being the youngest of all her grandchildren, I was always accused by my siblings and cousins as Abuela’s pet, her favorite because despite b
(Alexander’s POV)I was still young when my mother died, and though I could still remember how I whimpered that day at her funeral, as I looked back, I realized it was nothing but a sad memory that I hardly recalled the heartache of losing someone.Not until today.Abuela was loved and respected by her children down to her great-grandchildren. The hugging and crying were unbearable to watch, that even I shed a tear as we gathered in the living room.Everyone was shocked because, as Karen said, Abuela requested her to cook everyone’s favorite food as we would all be coming home. She even asked Dyna to bake cookies and cakes for her grandchildren.I heard Papa saying she went to the front yard, looking at the house and telling her how excited she was that everyone would be coming home, including Aunt Ida’s children because only Dyna stayed with her when all her five children got married. When Uncle Fred asked her what the occasion was, he said she just wanted to see all her children a
(Leigh’s POV)“Hey! What is mommy Kayleigh doing here alone?” Elle asked, trying to sound cheery, but I broke into tears again when I saw them. “Oh, dear!” she sniffled, crying with me, but it was only for a while.She moved slightly away from me, trying to curve her lips into a smile.“Smile for us, Leigh, please,” she said, but I shook my head. I just couldn’t stop crying.Alfie heaved a deep sigh, rubbing my back. “If crying helps you ease the pain, Leigh, cry if you must, but please, don’t let our little Alexander suffer,” he whispered. “Alex said you have not eaten yet, and you just kept on crying. It’s not good for you and the baby.”Yesterday, Elle and Alfie accompanied me to her Ob-Gyn, and it was also at that moment we saw not a faint line that appeared on the pregnancy test but two solid lines, clearly not lying that I was carrying Alex’s baby. The doctor confirmed I was positively pregnant and gave me prenatal vitamins with tons of advice.“Does he know? Did you tell him?”
(Leigh’s POV)When Alfie and Elle left, I felt alone and lonely again as I went back inside the room. I sat on the front viewing chair, staring at the open casket where I told myself a gazillion times that Granny was only resting, closing her eyes for a while.In her last will, she only wanted a very short vigil after her death, having one day of wake to allow us to gather before her burial. Tomorrow will be the last viewing for others who want to pay their respects, but I don’t want to think about it. If possible, I don’t want to wink or blink and leave her side. I was not even sure if we, my little Alexander and me, were ready to say goodbye to her.“Leigh,” Kayla whispered, bending her knee a little to reach my ear. “Umm… Someone’s looking for Alex, and…” Her voice sounded anxious about something as she glanced outside the funeral homes. “She’s a bit aggressive. Can you talk to her while I look for Alex?”I nod, standing upright before this uninvited guest gets the attention of my
(Leigh’s POV)“You are our little Kayleigh! No matter how old you get, I would always see you as my ten-year-old grandchild, singing and dancing while playing in the front yard, Kayleigh,” I heard Abuela saying.I rolled my eyes at her. “Granny, I am old enough to live independently, so please help me convince Papa and Mama to allow me to stay in the city. Please, please, Granny,” I hugged her, hoping she would give in to my request.“But Granny will get sad, Kayleigh,” Abuela pouted her lips, embracing me and planting kisses on my cheeks.“Aha!” I exclaimed, laughing at her. “So, it’s you, not Papa,” I said, accusing her as I chuckled.Her eyes moistened with tears. “No,” She moved slightly away from me, placing her palms gently on my face. “Did I tell you how you brought light to this family, baby?”I sneered at my grandmother. “Yes, a bazillion times.” My mocking smile turned sweet and gentle. I have that story many times that I was their miracle baby, the one they didn’t expect co