After Sergio had helped her put everything away, she climbed into bed again, watching him as he lay on his side facing her, gazing directly at her with a small grin adorning his face. He was still completely naked. She felt incredibly flustered as she gazed at his body. She couldn't deny that he was gorgeous. His muscles were strong, defined, and perfectly sculpted. His skin was clear, flawless, and unblemished. His dark curls fell gracefully on his forehead, framing his face beautifully. His eyes were soft and kind and filled with warmth. He had always had a sort of irresistible attractiveness to him. Not that she was complaining of course. But she really, really liked him. More than just a friend. A lot more than just friends. She knew that he felt the same way about her too. She could tell by the way he looked at her, the way he held her. The way he kissed her. Everything he had done was an indication of how much he cared for her. Everything that he did. Even if he didn't say
She sat up abruptly, clutching her blanket tightly, tears streaming down her face. Her breathing became quickened, and she felt nauseous. The memories came flooding back. She was reliving those events once again. Tears continued to pour down her face uncontrollably, and she began sobbing loudly. She buried her face into her hands, burying her nose into her palms, trying to hide her feelings from anyone else. She was ashamed of herself for showing weakness in front of her brother, but she couldn't help it. It was true, she hadn't felt like this in a long time. Her heart felt as though someone had ripped it into half without warning and left her lying there bleeding helplessly. The pain was excruciating, and she was unable to suppress it. She knew that he would notice that something was wrong with her. So she tried her best to conceal her emotions as much as possible, but she failed miserably. She heard footsteps approaching her room. Her breath hitched when she realised that it wa
"You look exhausted sweetheart." Serena stated calmly, placing his mug of hot chocolate down on the coffee table in front of them and sitting down beside her.She groaned deeply, rubbing her tired eyes. She leaned her head backwards and stared up at the ceiling with tears pricking her eyes. She had been crying nonstop since yesterday evening. And she wasn't even done. She could feel the tears running down her cheeks, making the fabric of her hoody cling tightly to her skin due to the moisture that had accumulated there, stinging her skin slightly. She closed her eyes tightly, hoping that it would stop. But it only made the tears roll down her cheeks even faster. She was completely drained. She had cried herself to sleep the previous night. And she wasn' t even sure whether or not she'd slept at all. Her mind had been racing constantly. She thought about everything that had happened and everything that was about to happen. Her thoughts always returned to the same question.What if
"What are you laughing at?" He chuckled.She shook her head and chuckled again."Nothing, really. Just thinking." She replied honestly.He nodded his head in acknowledgement as they walked along. They walked for about fifteen minutes before he stopped."We should go somewhere else." He said seriously."Where?" She wondered."Somewhere far, so that we won't be disturbed by people." He explained."Why? Are you afraid we might be interrupted by other people?" She asked him curiously."I just want some privacy. I want us to be alone." He stated, looking down at her lovingly.She nodded her head and gave him a quick hug before letting go of him."Do you know where I want to go?" She asked.He shrugged his shoulders. "Anywhere you wish." He said nonchalantly.She laughed lightly, shaking her head, and began to walk ahead of him. He followed her quickly behind her. She turned left, and they continued walking for a couple of minutes longer. Then they suddenly came to a halt. He turned his bo
"So you can't be with me, because I'll end up getting hurt and I don't want you to get hurt as well. I don't want to have a wife that would eventually get tired of me and leave me." He finished quietly.She looked at him in disbelief for a few seconds. Before she could respond, he spoke again."And that's why I asked you to wait until tomorrow to propose to me." He whispered.She stood there for several seconds, staring at him. Finally, she spoke."Is it always like this?" She asked hesitantly."Like what?" He asked confused."This..." She mumbled slowly."What do you mean?" He inquired cautiously.She sighed heavily."This...the constant talking about things that don't really matter. The fact that you never say anything about what actually matters to you." She mumbled.She knew that she shouldn't have said any of that, but it was all coming out of her mouth at the moment. He remained silent for several seconds after she'd spoken. She was starting to grow nervous, knowing that he was
"It's been quite a while since my surgery. I still can't walk for more than a few steps without wincing in pain every time I try." She responded.He nodded slowly, biting down on his bottom lip."Do you want some food?" He asked worriedly.She blinked at him confusedly."Umm, yeah." She replied hesitantly.He smiled widely at her and got up from the couch, standing up straight."Alright. I'll be back with something to eat." He chuckled.He leaned down and pressed one final soft kiss against her temple before exiting her bedroom.After he left, she let out a heavy sigh and rested her back against the couch. She looked around her and realized that her room was similar to his room. It had the same color scheme. The bed sheets were white and her curtains were black. She frowned slightly when she thought back to when the accident happened. It seemed to happen so fast then. It felt like just yesterday that she had woken up to find out that she was pregnant with her child. And now here the
Both of their heads shot forward to see who the person was that spoke. His jaw dropped when he saw who it was. Standing right next to him was a beautiful young woman. She had light brown hair which reached down to her waist and a pair of hazel eyes which were shining brightly underneath her messy hair. He narrowed his eyes as he stared at the man standing next to her. He was wearing a dark blue turtleneck sweater and jeans."Hello son." The man greeted calmly.Sergio's heart pounded loudly in his chest as he stared at both men. His blood ran cold."Where have you been, Dad?" He whispered quietly.The man smiled warmly at him."Well, I went to meet your mother." He answered honestly.Sergio's eyes widened in shock. "Mother?" He exclaimed.His father nodded slowly, placing a hand on Serena's shoulder."Yes, she wants to meet you." He explained simply."No." Sergio mumbled stubbornly.The man frowned slightly."Son, she wants to meet you." He repeated sternly.Sergio clenched his fist
"I know." She whispered.Tobin sighed shakily."What were you thinking, Serena Why did you kiss me? I was upset." He said."I know..." She responded quietly."I wish you would've just told me what was wrong. We could've fixed it. We could've figured something out."She swallowed hard and shook her head slowly."There was nothing to fix. Nothing happened." She argued.Sergio sighed deeply once again."But we need to work on this, Serena." He insisted."Work on what?" She asked him skeptically."Working on how to be happy again." He answered.She smiled weakly at him."You already know how." She told him."Maybe we should try." He suggested."Maybe together we could be more than we ever thought possible. We could have a family again. A real family. Where we belong."A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips."Together." She breathed.Sergio stared into her eyes lovingly."So that's a yes?" He asked hopefully."Of course, Sergio." She replied calmly."Good. Then come here." He said