Bellissimo Angelo - Book Three

Chapter 36 - Helpless

The day drags at the shop; all I can think about is Dom. By the end of the day, I was ready to go home and be with him, I was worried because I hadn't heard from him all day, but I'm sure he was sleeping. 

On the way home, Dylan calls me. I figure I'd better answer it before I get home, "Hello."

He clears his throat, "Maggs?"

"Yes?" I choke out. 

"You okay? Ri just told me the news." He asks. 

I begin to tear up, "Honestly, no, I'm not okay, Dylan. My heart is broken." 

"I'm so sorry, sis." 

I wipe the tears from my eyes, "I just don't even know what to do, Dylan; I feel so helpless."

"Yeah, I don't even know what to say. Is there anything you need?" he asks. 

"No, I'm okay. I just want to go home and be with him." I respond. 

"I understand. Call me if you need me." He mumbles quietly. 

"I will, but you may want to call Dom and tell him that. He's at home, but he's very tired."

"I did; he didn't answer." He replies. 

My stomach flips just hearing him say that.  God, I hope he's okay when I get home, "I'm sure he's just sleeping. Maybe try a bit later." I tell him.

"I will, Maggs." He says. 

Once I disconnect the call, I speed home to see Dom. His bike in the driveway as I pull in, so I rush inside the house, "Dom!" I yell as I open the door. 

I hear nothing, "Dom!" I yell again as I hang my purse on the hook next to the door. I can hear a faint moan in the distance; I run towards the sound coming from the bedroom. I barge in to find him sitting straight up, "What is wrong?" he asks. 

"Are you okay?" I ask. 

He rubs his face, "Yes, darling, I'm just very weak and tired. I was asleep."

I run over to pull him in for an embrace, "I was so worried when I talked to Dylan; he said he tried to call you, but you didn't answer." 

"Oh, I am sorry, my love. I did not know. I must have been sleeping." He responds. 

"It's okay; I was just worried," I tell him as I gently rub his back. 

He reaches up to stroke my hair, "Don't be worried. I tried to take my medicine, but I am having trouble swallowing."

I pull away from him, "You are? What can we do to fix that?"

"Do we have any pudding I can take with the pills? I did that once before, and it helps." He suggests. 

I sit and contemplate before answering, "Let me go see."

I  jump up and run to the kitchen. I find a pack of instant pudding that I can make for him so I whip it up real quick and pour it into a bowl. When I bring it back to him, he sits up, "Have you eaten today?" I ask. 

He shakes his head from side to side. I begin to tear up, "Sweetheart. That makes me feel so bad. I had no idea, or I would have had something made up up for you." I tell him. 

"I am okay. Do not worry. I slept most of the day." He responds before adding his pills to the bowel and taking a bite of pudding. 

"How can you tell me not to worry? Please understand. I am worried that I'll come home and..." I begin to say. 

He sets the bowl of pudding on the bedside table and places his hand over my arm to stop me, "No, please don't think like that." He lowers his head, "You have too much on your plate. I am so sorry. I wish I could do something. You are carrying my babies and having to work for the both of us on top of worrying about me. It kills me inside to see this happening."