Axel's P.O.V.
"Wow, this place is a mess." Sophie whispers when we enter the house and I can't do anything but agree.
The place looks like shit; it's completely wrecked up. It's obvious that some fuckers have broken in through the windows. I'm guessing it was teenagers who had nothing better to do with their time.
I swallow a gulp in my throat and ignore the feelings flooding through me at a sight of my childhood home broken.
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Sophie's P.O.V."Wow, this is your apartment?" I gasp at the modern and extremely expensive looking penthouse at the top of one of more popular skyscrapers in London.Axel shurgs and watches a worker carry our bags into the apartment. "I guess so. This is my first time here, so don't ask me where anything is. We should look around a bit." he suggests.I nod and almost start skipping towards one of the rooms. The first room on the left happens to be the master bedroom with a massive bed in the middle of it, and the entire wall in front of it
PART THREESophie's P.O.V.I don't know what's going on, but I don't like it.I feel so cold.
The water cascades down my shoulders. I should know the temperature of it but I just can't feel it, and it's not like it bothers me anyway.To me, the world has stopped the moment the accident happened. It all fucking stopped, and I can't fucking comprehend how everyone is still able to move, to run around the goddamned place like chickens without heads, hurrying to do whatever shit they need to attend to.That's just out of my capability to understand.
The woman who gave birth to me looks away from the love of my life, laying on the bed unconscious, and turns to look at me.Her eyes widen, like a deer caught in highlights, but as a few moments pass, they soften and fill with what seems like regret.Wow, she's a brilliant fucking actor."Axel, I just wanted to talk to you-"
Everything stops for a moment; I forget to breathe and blink, my entire focus on one small, pale hand in mine.A hand which just twitched."Sophie?" I breathe out, inspecting her face, but it's like nothing ever happened.Maybe it was just my imagination after all.
I lift my brows:"S-s-she-she's still p-pregnant?" I stutter and the nurse reluctantly nods."We think so, yes. I mean, there's definitely a heartbeat, it's just that it's so incredible. This is practically medically impossible, which is why we're all so puzzled. With a hit like that..." she trails off, but soon regains composure. "If this is actually real and god hope that the baby is okay, she will need to be as careful as possible during the pregnancy. By that I mean spend as much time as possible laying in bed, absolutely not lifting anything heavy; if possible, not lifting anything at all. We will prescribe her additional vitamins and minerals and maybe even a diet.".
Days, weeks and months passed by quiety and without a trace. I worked hard and trained even harder during the day, and held Sophie's hand during the night.I didn't want to admit it, but my hope of her waking up seemed more and more slim with each passing day. The only question which stayed was how will she give birth if she doesn't wake up?A week before her birthday I had a gynecologist check the baby; it was the first time I had seen it through scan. I didn't see much, it was like a small ball in her belly, but what mat
Sophie's P.O.V.I frown at the ceiling, a sudden wave of nausea coming over me, and I have to close my eyes.What happened? Where am I?I look around and notice the wires that are connected to my arm.You've gotta be kidding me.