An Unexpected Gift Part II

Chapter 3- 'Talking to you is like experiencing a minor stroke'

To Dream is to Live

In another World

Where reality fails to taint

the sweet bitterness of reality.

"Wake up! Baby? Please wake up!"

I was stunned as I felt a sharp slap on my cheek.

I ain't gonna lie it hurts like hell. I woke up with Demetri slumming over me. I stared at him,Wide- eyed and Blinking. How did I pass out? Something was definitely off with that and I'm pretty sure he could see the blank what the fuck look on my face.

"Are you ok baby? U were out of it. You had me worried, Did you enjoy your rest?" he asked smoothly.

"Don't be afraid, it's me".

Well kiss my ass & slap me silly, he was alive. I wanted to be adult but I have too much pent up hormones for that so I proceeded;

"Where have you been for the past week"

I waited patiently for him to respond,

"I needed some time to think",

If only he could see the look on my face,

"You needed time to think about what exactly",

You could cut the silence with a knife,

"To adjust to our children",

I spat out so fast even I was stunned

"Talking to you is like; is like experiencing a minor stroke!, you disappeared on me, you hardly even touch me anymore, much less talk to me!. Why are we even getting married?"

He rose from the table slowly with intent & dominance, the same dominance that got me in this position, then said

"I need you to try to stay calm & not stress for the 3 of you"

"fuck u!" I spat immediately

I was no longer thirsty. I threw myself back in bed & pulled my covers. I could hear him moving around, pacing but I didn't care. After a long period of silence he uttered,

"Meet me for breakfast; Please. I love u".

I love you? I love you. That's all he had to say. Maybe this was a mistake. How can I be considering a family with an emotionally bipolar man?

My rest? I was asleep? The last thing I remember was being in the back of the car fighting to breathe. He saw the change in my expression and reached for my hand

"Are you hungry?"

At that moment my stomach started rumbling, he reached his hand towards my stomach and gave it a gentle rub. I've never seen his face so serene in my entire life, it's like the thought of his spawns germinating in my abdomen gave him eternal peace.

"How long was I out for?"

I tried to sit up to swing my feet off the bed but I was having a hard time seeing I was the size of a horse.

"Can I get some help, Please!?"

I knew he saw me struggling & heard my frustration.

With a smirk on his handsome face. He responded with the smoothes

"Sure Baby, I got u" I've ever heard

Kinda reminds me of how I ended up in this position.

What was that dream about? How long was I knocked out for? When did I knock out? But I felt fine. Were the moochers doing this to me? sigh