Book Two: Adaptation

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•Nava•

September 29th, 2016

Just getting finished cleaning up my mess from breakfast, I head for the living room to lay down on the couch and take a nap.

That's pretty much my routine now. Every morning I get up for a shower, then I eat something for breakfast and after take another nap because I'm so drained by then. Then I'll wake up a few hours later to eat lunch and maybe a snack, then I'll sit in front of a window watching the animals that scurry around making up stupid stories about them until I feel like eating dinner.

Being pregnant is actually very exhausting.

Comfortable on the couch, I rest my hands on top of my stomach while I close my eyes. I really hope Callum brings that TV and Playstation tomorrow like he promised, I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.

On the verge of going under, I hear the lock to the front door switch over and I sit up confused. Am I a day off?

As the door begins to swing open, I stand to my feet to head back to my room for my nap. On the way I pause when I hear my name called; the voice not belonging to who I expected.

"Angel" he says again when I don't respond. "Angel, can you hear me?"

Slowly turning around, I find Abel standing in the door way, his dark eyes sunken in like he hasn't gotten sleep in days. His expression split between worry and relief.

"Am I dreaming?" I ask not believing he's actually here. I've had this dream more than once since I've been here.

A step towards me, I step back. If this is a dream, he can't touch me because then I'll wake up all alone again and I don't think I can handle that anymore.

"Angel" he frowns lifting his hands. "It's me, you're not dreaming"

Shaking my head, I take another step back, "You've said that before"

"Baby, please it's me" he frowns, his voice slightly cracking. "Nava"

"I'm just going to wake up alone again" I feel tears brim my eyes as I take another step back.

Turning around, he closes the door. "Look at me, Nava. You're not alone anymore, I'm right here" he tries to take another step towards me. "Let me get you home to Wesley, she's worried sick about you"

"Wesley?"

"Yeah, Angel" he takes another step towards me. "Don't you want to see her again? And Thursday too, she misses her mom"

Thinking about them I feel tears fall down my face and I bite my lip not liking how real this dream feels.

"Stop it" I close my eyes, I want to wake up now. Counting to ten in my head, I open my eyes expecting him to be gone but he's now standing in front of me, his dark eyes pleading.

"I'm right here, Angel" he slowly lifts his hand to smooth my hair back and I flinch expecting to wake up at that moment but I don't. Instead his fingers tangle in my hair as he steps closer and I'm overwhelmed with the strong scent of Abel's favorite cologne by Yves Saint Laurent.

"A-Abel?" I stammer still unsure.

"Yeah, baby, it's me. I'm here" he takes my face. "You're not dreaming"