What Life Stole From Me

Chapter Twenty Three

I woke up to an unfamiliar environment,the room was very similar to mine but bigger and with more advanced furniture,I gazed up at the high ceiling trying to fathom out where I was or I how got there,then suddenly a swift but slow movement of a figure lying beside me caught my attention.

He was lying on the other side of the bed,his face and body so completely relaxed,his eyes closed as his long and beautiful lashes fanned across them,my eyes travelled down to his lips that were slightly parted,and then down to his bare chest that was heaving evenly with the rise and fall of his breath.

He was so damn beautiful to a fault.

Reality kicked in and then I remembered my condition.

The previous day in the hospital when the doctor announced that I was with a child,I felt the walls closing in on me and foggy visions of Alcaraz and the doctor were the last thing I caught before I passed out.

After I regained consciousness,it took me hours to register what was really going on,and I had cried all through the day,and night.

I was dismissed from the hospital the same day,after the doctor confirmed that we were both out of danger.

Yes,both.

The baby and I.

Estaban had not said anything to me concerning the pregnancy,from the story I told him all,I thought he must have put one on one together to figure out that the baby was Naveed's.

I had not caught any of his expression because as soon as the news was broken to us,I passed out.

After we were dismissed,we got back to our hotel,Estaban literally scooped me up and carried me in,I managed to gauge his expressions but he was giving nothing away,so I gave up.

Simon got us take outs,and Esteban forced some food into me. After eating,I laid on the big recliner in my room,where we all ate,and before I slept,I heard Esteban and Simon echoely talking.
About me.
The baby.
And Naveed.

I thought I heard Esteban complain to Simon about how much of a bastard Naveed was.

I almost chose to be angry at Esteban for sharing my top secret,but then I figured He must have trusted Simon enough to tell it to him,and it was obvious since we got back from the hospital that Esteban wanted to talk about it,but not with me,and I was glad He gave me time to prepare to face the painful reality.

Last time I was conscious,I was laying on a recliner,but there I was,next to Estaban. How I got there,was a total mystery.

I turned on the other side of the bed and walked into the en-suite bathroom of Esteban's suite.
I stood by the mirror gazing down at a disoriented young girl who carelessly got herself knocked up at twenty,my eyes were bloodshot,and my cheeks were fluffy.

My dark hair was entangled in messy knots,that too,I had no idea how I got them.

I thought of Jake,and how he'd take the news,then
I felt the sting of tears rushing from the back of my eyes.

I muffled my cries with the back of my hand as I slid down the cold tiles of the bathroom. I rested my back on the huge Italian vanity unit,and hugged my legs to my chest as I reflected bitterly on my condition and how it would affect my life.

I did not hear the footsteps approaching,I only felt warm and soft hands grab me gently up.

"Hey....no,don't. Come here"

I looked up to gaze at a sleepy Esteban,and then I felt embarrassed at my tear stained face,I busied myself with wiping my tears with the back of my hand as I got up.
Esteban looked down at me,and I silently prayed that it was not one of his customary long gazes.