Penchant Love for Miss Criminal (Completed)

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 11

My release day is today, and I was seated next to Anna. I take a glance at her.

"Don't you have a child?" I asked, because we haven't spoken about her since I arrived; it's all been about me and my baby.

"Unfortunately, I did not," she murmured, her gaze fixed on the sky.

"Why?"

"Because the man I love, the man I want to be the father of my children has a family," she explained, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"What exactly is your case?" I continue to stare at her, and she does the same.

"My situation has nothing to do with my genuine culpability."

"Why is that? And my mother is the prosecutor? That's obstruction of justice," I fumed.

"Nah, I've earned it."

"If you can tell me the actual reason, I might be able to help you," I say as I take her hands in mine.

"I'm your father's mistress," she sobbed, "your mother miscarried because of me, and your family fell apart because of me," she cried, and I just froze.

I'm trying to take it all in, and then she starts talking again.

"I met your father and he looks lonely and problematic , so we talked because I'm a psychologist so I thought I could help him but I was wrong. We fell inlove with each other, we understood each other, we laughed at each other joke a-and.." I cut her off.

"No, it can't be. I'm usually with dad," I answered, scoffing at anything she said.

"Your mother was constantly in her office and in court, and she failed to look after you and your father. I'm the one who looked after your father, and I'm the one who fulfills her duties and responsibilities," she sobs, reaching for my shoulder as I walk away.

I never approached her after our conversation, and she never dared to approach me until the last time I was in prison. I step outside the jail, breathing and exhaling forcefully, looking for my brother, but to my astonishment, Alessander is waiting alongside his car. I move a step closer to him.

"So you actually found your car?" I asked, looking down because I knew he was the reason I was let go; he had given James the footage.

He said coldly, "Yeah."

"Are you upset with me because I didn't tell you where your car was?"

"You didn't tell your attorney the most crucial thing. Get in," he said as he slid into the driver's seat and slammed the door shut.

I knock on his window, and he rolls it down.

"I'm sorry, but I won't be joining you; my brother will pick me up."

"No, he won't, so get inside," he stated authoritatively.

I was annoyed and responded, "Yes, he will."

Who is he to say that my brother isn't coming to get me?!

"No, he won't; don't be a hard headed, we already talked," I said, perplexed, and he simply raised his window.

I walked over to the passenger seat and secured my seatbelt.

I inquired, "Where are we going?"

"Hospital, checking on the baby's condition," he said and it make me suprise, I was completely unaware that I was staring at him.

He is really lovely and caring for our infant; he puts the baby first and handled the situation appropriately. It's something I admire.

"Stop staring," he says sharply.

"I'm sorry," I say, scratching my neck as I glance away.

We entered the hospital and went straight to my obstetrician-gynecologist. I'm anxious to know about my baby's condition because I'm concerned it will damage her or him because I often cry. I'm lying in a hospital bed, and Alessander is standing beside me, holding my hand and moving his hands in a circular manner, which makes me feel like I'm reliving my childhood.

"So, how old is this baby?" she inquired.

We didn't take another test to confirm my pregnancy because it was so clear, so the doctor had no idea what month the baby was due. The doctor is performing an ultrasound on the fetus.

"2?" I said, hesitant.

"No, it's three and a half," Alessander assured the doctor, "you were one and a half month pregnant when you went to my place."

"It's wonderful that your spouse knew the exact month, did you plan this baby?" she inquired, and I was taken aback.

"H-How's baby?" I just inquire.

"As you can see, the fetus is smaller than a 3 month old fetus should be, but there is nothing more I can say; I only recommend that you consume more good foods and rest. No sex for 1 month; we need to monitor the baby's health."

"I'll just write the vitamins you need to take, and I'll go," the doctor said as he stood up.

I stood up and stared at the floor, knowing that it was my responsibility that the baby was unhealthy.

He caresses my back and asks, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Thanks," says the narrator.

I fell asleep in his car after the checkup. I awoke in a room, and when I peered out the window, it was dark outside. I'd had a lengthy sleep, and as I glance around the room, it's so quiet, I realize I'm not in my brothers' house, but it's probably Alessander's, which is quite large. I just sat in my room and did yoga until my heart was heavy and my eyes were watery, and then I cried. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't control my emotions.

My brother, my father, or Stacey are constantly by my side when I'm upset, but now no one is here to console me.

When I felt someone hug me, I jumped into bed.

I turn around and hug him.

"I'm such a bad mother and a child," I sobbed, burying my face in his chest. "I-I didn't take care of our baby, and I'm such a shame and a bitch for putting bad records in my parents' name."

"Hush, no you aren't. You are simply a victim of a false accusation," he remarked calmly and sweetly.

He hugged me tightly and calmed me down, saying, "Stop sobbing now, it's unhealthy for both of you."

"You're right," I say as I let go of the hug and wipe away my tears.

"I don't want you to cry again, understand?" he stated authoritatively as he helped me wipe it away.

"Yes sir," I said and I saw him with a small grin, and it's great to see him loosen up a little.

"I'm ready to go home now," I murmur as I look down.

"This is your home, and I am your home," it said, making my heart race.

"Funny enough, my brother won't let you, so don't daydream."

"Well, he already did," he said as he stood up and walked to the door.

I was taken aback because I knew my brother would never hand me to a stranger. He promised to look after me and protect me. Then I come to a realization.

"You got the dashcam and handed it over to him?" I ask, surprised.

He simply walked through the door and shut it behind him.