"Breathe April, breathe". He had said to her during the course of the night. But how was she to breathe at that moment? How was it to breathe when there was so much pain? She wanted to scream but failed yo find her voice, and all she could do was shut her eyes tightly as hér fingers clutched the silken sheets tightly. She felt him plant tender kisses on her head and one of his hand was secured around her midriff to keep her from moving too much. "It's alright". He said to her soothingly. His voice had never sounded deeper and more alluring, and she tried her best to focus on it and not the pain. "It..hurts so much". She said. Her voice was merely a whisper but he heard and he planted another lingering kiss on her head to soothe her. "It'll pass soon". He assured her. "You're doing so well, so very well". His words encouraged her and she was more determined to get over the pain. "Breathe". And she forced herself to breathe, a she dragged in a shuddering breath before letting
It was bright and early when Alexa heard a knock at the door, she got off her bed and made her way to the door, she unlocked it and cracked it open to find Mildred standing there. The older woman offered her a warm smile and the apologetic look in her eyes had her returning her smile. "Good morning ma'am". Mildred greeted. "Good morning Mildred". She responded resignedly. "Did you sleep well? I hope you're feeling better this morning". The older woman asked . And she nodded. She wasnt sure if she was actually feeling better, she just felt numb in a way. "Good to know". Mildred said. "Breakfast will be served by seven, your husband requests your presence at the dining room". Could she face him again? It had been so long since they had breakfast together and she knew things would undoubtedly be heated and awkward between them. Mildred saw the conflicted look in her eyes and she offered her a small smile. "You both have been through a lot, it's time to start making efforts to
Breakfast time had long passed by but we remained in the dining room, the dishes had been cleared and all that was left on the table were a small platter of fruits and a tray containing a jug of water and two cups. We hadn't exactly been talking, we had simply sat there quietly, and the silence surprisingly wasn't awkward, far from that, it was almost as though sitting there with him was what I had needed all this time. He hadn't been convinced that he wouldn't go to the office until he set aside his jacket, and tie, he remained with only his trousers and his spotless white shirt and it was only then i believed him. "I'd like to show you something, but i need you to promise me that you won't cry". He said to me all of a sudden. My gaze flickered to his at once and i was suddenly curious. "What is it?". I asked him. He shook his head. "Do i have your word, Alexa?". He asked me. And i forced myself to nod. Saying nothing more, he reached for his phone which was on the table, an
Alexa’s POV I don’t know why, but I found myself making my way to his study. Perhaps it was because something kept telling me that he was cooped up in there, something kept telling me that he was in there working when he had promised to get some rest today. And as much as I didn’t want to, I had to accept that it bothered me deeply and I found myself worrying about him. On getting to his study, I knocked on the door quietly, almost uncertainly, and for a moment I couldn’t help but wonder what I was doing here, I couldn’t help but scold myself for being here at the moment. “Come in”. His deep from came from inside. My heart fell to the pit of my stomach at once and I almost panicked. Now that I was here, now that I had knocked all I wanted to do was turn around and run, all I wanted to do was hide. However, I reached out and took the handle, I was surprised to find my hand trembling as I slowly twisted it and pushed the door open. I stepped into the quiet space, and as su
Mildred had just been making her way to her room when Calan sighted her, he approached her, not quite sure what exactly he wanted to tell her. He knew it had to do with Alexa, he knew he wanted the poor girl to be comforted but he didn't know how to put it. "Mildred". He said her name to get her attention. She turned to him smiling warmly. "Yes sir?". She said. How was he to put it? What was he to say to her? 'I need you to check on Alexa, she isn't feeling well'. But then again, she hadnt been alright for a while now, and he hadnt particularly asked her to check on her even when her condition was much worst, so in short, he didn't know how to approach this. "Have you seen Alexa?". He asked her. She seemed to think it through before she nodded. "I saw her exiting your study earlier". She told him. "She seemed.....flustered". He nodded once. "And you haven't seen her since then?".He asked knowing she had probably locked herself in her room. Mildred shook her head. "I haven'
It was early and i was already wide awake, truth was i hadn't slept for long last night, and i had simply lay on my bed staring into the darkness as i thought about what my life would have been like at the moment if my baby were here. Perhaps I'd be up trying to keep her from crying, or perhaps we'd both be asleep napping cozily in the comfort of each other's warmth. My baby..... What would i have named her anyway? I had thought about names, and i only remembered that now. I recalled how i had been sitting dejectedly on a couch in the living room and Micheal and April had come to visit. *flashback* "God, Alexa, you're pregnant not dying, quit looking like this". April had said with a subtle roll of her eyes. Of course i had ignored her. I was pregnant, yes, but it felt lile i waa dying, felt i was slowly but surely drifting away, felt like i was slowly but surely losing my mind. "April". Micheal said her name quietly to probably stop her from being mean or something,i didn't
How long had it been since he had kissed me last? Nine months? More? I couldn't remember, especially not at the moment, especially not when he was kissing me slowly, tenderly. This kiss; it was nothing like the last time, it was calm, there was no rush or pent up frustration, his hold on me was gentle and his lips moved softly against mine. Several shuddering breaths left me each time our lips broke apart momentarily, my body literally screamed to feel his hands all over, I couldn't deny that I craved his touch in the most intimate places, I couldn't deny that I wanted so much more. He was only kissing me softly but yet I found myself squirming as wetness began to pool between my legs. I clamped my thighs shut to apply some much needed pressure in the area in between almost forgetting that there was still pain which was enough to make me gasp and wince. He noticed, and he stopped at once. His temple creased slightly as his gaze raked over my body quickly, alarmingly. "What's the p
“It’s why you’re so depressed….”. His words hung deeply between us and I sat there staring at him while tears smoothly streaked down my cheeks. “If you hadn’t been so hung up on the fact that this was an arranged marriage, you would have noticed that I kissed you first, and you didn’t ask me to”. He said to me. He was talking about the first time, I remembered it all clearly but it seemed he didn’t remember it as I did.“Not directly”. I said. “Stop”. He said. He cupped both my cheeks delicately as though he thought I would break if he handled me otherwise. “Stop doing this to yourself”. I blinked and more tears left my eyes, my eyes were getting sore now and my head was beginning to ache but I couldn’t stop myself from crying. If he claimed that he had kissed me without me asking him to then I needed to know why he had kissed me in the first place.“Then why’d you do it? Why’d you kiss me?”. I asked him quietly. He delay a second before answering.“Because you had been irresi