Silver Lining

Chapter 50 - Birth of New Life

*One month later*

Clara's POV

I woke up in the early hours of the morning and saw Luciano sleeping beside me, peacefully. I moved closer to him, smelling his warm masculine scent. His intoxicating masculine musk of his body sent a delightful shiver of wanting through me. I studied his manly chiselled face profile and I still couldn't believe that I've married a very handsome and amazingly sexy man who is also a loving husband. Just by this thought alone could send my lips curling into a smile.

Suddenly, the thought of a wholesome looking sandwich flew into my mind and I couldn't fight it out. I had this sudden craving for sandwiches that needs to be fulfilled badly now. I decided I shouldn't disturb Luciano from his sleep this time round. After all, I had deprived his sleep time lately due to my random late night cravings.

Slowly and quietly, I snugged my way out of bed and crept down to the kitchen to get my cravings fixed.

Luciano's POV

In the early hours of the morning, sleepily, I rolled over on the bed to reach for Clara, but I found a cool empty space. I quickly sat up and got off the bed to look for her, but she couldn't be found anywhere in the room.

Where could she be?

I headed out of the room worriedly to look for her, then I heard some sound coming from the kitchen. I went down and saw Clara eating sandwiches while leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Honey, you could have woke me up to make sandwich for you if you were hungry," I said.

"Sorry... I just had this hungry craving for sandwich suddenly and I was desperate to get it fixed," Clara said as she munched on the sandwich in her hands.

I snickered at the sight of how cute she looked munching away on that sandwich with a slight bump on her tummy. "Seems like our baby has got a huge appetite, you've been eating a lot lately. Perhaps we've got a twin inside?" I said jokingly while rubbing her tummy.

"I can't imagine if we really got a twin, I mean it's my first time being a mum, I'm pretty worried handling just one baby, let alone two," Clara said worriedly.

I kissed her forehead and circled my arms around her, "Come on, don't worry, I'll take good care of you and our children."

"Children?" She raised her brow at me.

I continued to tease her, "Yes, we'll be making more babies in the future. I guess this one was made either on our bed or in the kitchen right over here, perhaps we can make another one in my office..."

Her temples were instantly flushed red as she said shyly, "Luciano... Stop it..."

I couldn't help but seal my lips against hers, she is the love of my life that I can never ever resist...

"Luciano... you're having it again..." Clara gently pushed herself away from me.

I looked down and realised I was having an erection again. God damn it... for the sake our baby, I'm going to restrain from being horny till our baby is due.

"Sorry..." I walked away and breathed in hard to cool myself down.

Then I heard running footsteps towards the washroom. I turned around and realised it was Clara who ran to the washroom. I quickly made my way to the washroom and I was worried to see her kneeling on the floor in front of the toilet bowl, groaning, gagging and coughing.

I held her hair back and stroked her back as she threw up, it hurts me to see her in this state. Perhaps I shouldn't get her pregnant anymore.

"Honey, are you okay?" I asked worriedly.

She stood up and wiped her mouth with a paper towel, "Yea, I'm feeling better now. It's nothing, I'm used to it. Besides, our gynaecologist also said that I will grow out of morning sickness soon."

"Thank you for going through this for me, my love," I said as I hugged her.

"Silly, you don't have to thank me, this is also my baby too," She smiled back at me.

Then I whipped her up in my arms and carried her back up to our room. I love her so much, the mother of my child, that I wouldn't bear to let her tired herself out anymore. I would take good care of her, give her all the love and attention she needed, and make her feel the most comfortable.

*Six Months later*

"AaaahhhHHH! Oh f***!! It hurts!!" Clara screamed out aloud and grabbed my hands so tightly that her nails were digging into my skin. At the rate that she was cursing, the pain must have been unbearable. The pain on my skin was nothing as compared to watching her suffer in labour.

Her face was flushed red and then back to pale white as she squinted every single strain of her energy to push. She was sweating, flushing and crying. It hurts me to see her in this state, I love her so much, and this experience made me love her more.

"Ma'am, you need to push harder!" The doctor cued Clara.

"Come on, honey, you can do it, just take a deep breath and push...." I wiped the sweat on her forehead and pushed stray tendrils of hair away from her cheeks. I just wanted to be with her at least, to encourage and support her through the agonising motions of birth.

"God damn it...!! I'm...already...tryINGGGGGG!!!!" Clara gritted in pain and screamed out aloud as she pushed with all her strength. That effort finally paid off. Soon, the wailing sound of our baby filled up the entire room.

God... It was the sweetest sound that I've ever heard in my whole entire life, I was instantly moved to tears just by the sound of it.

"Sir, congratulation, it's a baby boy!" I cradled my son in my arms after receiving him from the nurse. He resembled very much like me, especially his pair of hazel eyes. I was relieved, amazed and shocked that this little life over here is my son, the very creation of my love with Clara. I was lost for words, I stood there smiling at him with tears welling up in my eyes when he wrapped his little hand around my finger. So this is how being a father felt like...

"Ma'am, you need to keep pushing, you still have got one more coming!" The doctor shouted at the pale-looking Clara who was losing conscious.

I quickly passed my son to one of the nurses to attend to him while I had my attention diverted back to Clara. My heart came crashing down again as I watched her drenched in sweat and panting for breath.

This pregnancy has been hard on her since the start of it. Battling with morning sickness and waddling with a big tummy of our twins in it for months were already hard enough for her, and now her frail frame had to go through the pain of birth twice in a row.

"I... can't...do this...anymore," Clara muttered in deep breaths of defeat. I've never been this worried before in my life, watching her battling between life and death was killing me.

"Honey, I'm here with you, you can do it!" I grabbed her hands tightly and kissed her hand.

Tears were streaming down her face with every languid blink of her eyes as she attempted one physically draining push after another until the arrival of yet another pleasing wail filled up the room.

"It's a baby girl!" The nurse exclaimed as she placed her against Clara's chest. Both of us broke into tears of joy as we stared at our precious little jewel. She was unbelievably beautiful like her mother, Clara. So delicate and fragile with a pair of beryl-green jewels when she opened her eyes into ours.

I cradled our son over to Clara and we were both gleaming in a wide smile as we watched our miracle and blessing from heaven.

I rained kisses on my exhausted wife. "Thank you, my love, thank you for going through this and bringing them to my life, I love you..." My voice trembled with overwhelming emotions and immense gratitude that I had towards her.

I'm definitely the happiest man alive to be blessed with a lovely wife and two beautiful babies, what more can I ask for?