SAVING LOVE:Book 1 of The Padmore Tower series

CHAPTER 64

MICHAEL

I carefully held my daughter against my chest with one hand and grabbed Anna's limp hand with the other leaning back into the chair. For a splitting second, in a blink,  I felt her fingers brush my hand and my heart starts beating violently in response to her touch but then when I looked over at her, peacefully sleeping there was nothing. It seems it's all in my head. But I'm not giving up, I'll wait. I'll keep waiting for her no matter how long it takes. I'll sit beside her, with our daughter on my lap and hold her hand till those pretty caramels gaze upon me and my heart thunders in my chest awakening every part of my being- because everything I am belongs to her.

She might not be awake now to enjoy this with me. but she's here, alive with me and i came back for my girls. and all that matters right now, is them getting better.

The soft pads of her fingers brushed over my hand again.

It's all in my head, yet a massive ball of relief explodes in my chest coursing through out my body.

She grips my fingers tightly, and then there's a slight movement.  "November 11th..." A soft, yet scratchy lavender voice said. My body stiffens in the chair holding Amalie closer to me. she breathes softly and it sounded like she was in pain. i slowly turn my head to the side, my heart thunders in my chest, anticipation fuels the flow of my blood as it rushes through me.

"Anna..." i choked out meeting her gorgeous caramel orbs that stared back at me with relief and tears.

"Anna." i said again, almost breathless. my eyes were wide, i couldn't speak. my throat got caught up and i could only stare at her a I slowly got of the chair drawing closer to her warmth calling out to me. She was a beautiful mess-my beautiful mess.

I leaned down, my little starlight was still peacefully sleeping in my arms.

" my love." i breathed, closing my eyes, touching our foreheads together. Tears burn behind my eye lids, I swallowed...hard trying to suppress them. But when her shaky hand clasped my neck, silently asking me to look at her, the fucking  dam breaks and tears were just pouring down. Soul shuddering tears shake my shoulders, my heads falls into the nape of her neck. For several heartbeats, our sobs filled the room as she held me. Whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

Anna tugs my head up, she looked into my eyes. "Hey, pretty boy...you came." she croaks, giving me a lazy smile and it still managed to brighten up her entire face, fresh tears roll down her cheeks. Her voice barely above a whisper. She could not even keep her eyes open. It hurts. It hurts to see her like this. It fucking sucks that she went through all that-the bruises, the scars and cuts marking her body. my heart hurts, racing so fast as I stared into her eyes, shattering further.

" I'm so sorry, Anna. I'm so fucking sorry."I choked on my words because there's no amount of words that can describe how sorry I am for everything she went through. I'd do anything to take away all the pain she's feeling. All the hurt and ache in her body. When shes hurting, I'm hurting. And I can't stand to see her like this. She looked tired...So fucking tired.

" I came back for my girls." I break. I break down, warm liquid pours from my eyes. I was crying. Crying out the pain, the anger. Anna holds me, her trembling hands enveloped me as she assured me she was fine. But it's not. She's not fine. The images of her and our daughter laying on the cold bathroom floor makes my throat close up. It feels like someone's forcing me to swallow a can of stones.

I forced down my anger because it wouldn't do me any good. I have to be there for her and our daughter and help her get better, and shower her with my love and kisses and shield her with every power that I hold. That's what's most important right now.