"I can't believe I'm moving to the UK." I mutter quietly to myself for the fifth time in a row as I pack my bags.
Axel sighs and stands up from the bed, walking up to behind me. He wraps his arms around me, slowly massaging my tummy. "Look, if you really don't want that...", he begins, but trails off and I whirl around, laying my palms on his shoulders.
"No! I want it, it's just kind of... Scary. I've lived my whole life in the US, never left the mainland and for the first time that I'm leaving, I'm never coming back. I've always loved pictured of London, and English movies and their culture, but what if I hate it there when I see it with my own eyes?" I
"What the hell are you doing here?" Dad growls at the coach, who simply smiles."Sorry, Daniel, I'm just taking back what's always been mine."I try to pretend I didn't hear his words, but I can't when my dad lounges at him with full speed."You motherfucker, who the fuck do you think you are?! That's still my wife!" dad shouts, bashing coaches head into the floor with full force.I gasp, sure that he knocked him out, but coach
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."
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.".