The Final Revenge

|Thirtysix|

"Luke!" I call out, running after him. "Lucas, please!" I yell. "Just wait, please!" He pauses. I move closer to him. Our eyes meet, and I can see the anger plastered on his face. I sigh.

"I'm pregnant, and it's not yours."

"Established, Natalie." He barks. I sigh.

"I have been with Rocket and Alex, Luke. However, I must ask that you see reason with me. I really did nothing wrong—

"You cheated and lied about it!"

"We were separated! Besides, I never lied to you about it. I just never told you."

"So you're justifying your actions? Your justifying this?!" He points at my stomach.

"Yes." I state, holding my stomach. What did this baby mean for us? Would it destroy our relationship? "I was with Alex after the divorce. You were with Laurel. I was with Rocket only for our son—

"But you ended up knocked up with his child."

"So what do you want from me? What should I do? I'm trying to apologize, even when I really did nothing wrong. Rocket was my husband."

"I can never stand the fact that you're carrying someone else's child, Natalie. It's driving me insane!"

"So? You would have me abort the baby? Is that what you want?" I ask him, and he looks at me shocked. "Is it?" I ask, almost sobbing. I begin to cry.

"No, no, no. My love. I would never," He reassures me, bringing me in for a hug. I hug him, holding onto his shirt as tightly as I can. He continues, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I said. It's not your fault. None of it is. What is yours is mine, and what is mine is yours. This baby. . .is as much mine as it is yours." He states. I break the hug.

"Are you serious?" I ask, amid tears. He nods at me.

"I can't wait to have a mini Natalie running up around the house."

"When we finally move in together."

"And we will."

******

"Yes, aunt. You can come over to the hospital." I say to aunt Ruth. "Yes, aunt. Bye." I respond. We hadn't really seen eye to eye, literally, since our last verbal altercation even though we practically lived in the same house.

"How do you think she'd react?"

"React to what? She knows the truth already."

"Well, how does she feel about it?"

"Why do you want to know that and why do you seem so concerned about what she thinks?" I ask.

"Well, the last time I spoke to her. . ."

"You were throwing her out of your house. I know."

"I'll always feel remorse and be sorry about it, Natalie. I was horrible to you. I even— he gets up, clearly perplexed.

"What is it?" I ask, a bit panicked.

"I took advantage of you! I raped you." He whisper yells. I get up from the hospital bed. "Come." I tell him. He looks at me, reluctant. I raise an eyebrow, and he comes. I snake my arms around his waist.

"Honestly, I hated you when you did that. I really despised you, but I'm comforted now, by the fact that you accepted that you made a huge mistake and that you're showing how sorry you are."

"That doesn't make it any better. I feel horrible."

"Why don't we forget about that, now? I've forgiven you already, my love. Now, turn around and pass me that bowl of yoghurt." I say. I chuckle, turning around to go to the bed.