Little Doll

Chapter 57: Leaving the past behind us

Arabella

Nuzzling my face into the warm vanilla scent that I had sprayed onto the pillow, I looked down to see Alec's veiny arm wrapped tight around my stomach. I still had no idea who's baby this was, but Alec was already protective. And I loved it. 

As I pushed myself back into Alec's warm bare chest, I sighed and stared at my phone resting on the bedside table. 

Leon hadn't responded to any of my messages. The last thing I saw or heard from him was his horrible response to me telling him I was pregnant. 

Clenching my eyes shut trying to picture anything other than his angry voice or face, I tried to think of any other happy memory with Leon.

But what frightened me was the lack of reply to my messages. I sent him message after message, telling him how much I loved him and that I understood his anger wasn't intentional. But all I got back was nothing. 

He must hate me. 

I've lost him.

Where are you Leon.

I know this is what has also been on Alec's mind. He thinks I don't know that I see him staring aimlessly at his phone. 

They're best friends and Alec is hurting, but like always, he keeps his feelings at bay because all he wants to do is keep me happy. 

Especially with me being pregnant, every inch of his attention is on me and the baby. But the sad expression on his face every now and again was killing me. And with my hormones all over the place, every moment I was alone, every time I went to the bathroom, I broke down in uncontrollable sobs. But I'd make sure to muffle my cries with a towel, otherwise Alec would break the door down in an attempt to comfort me. 

Glancing over at Alec, I quickly covered my mouth to restrain a laugh at the way Alec was sleeping. He's my super strong intimidating biker husband. He always looks so powerful. But when he sleeps, he looks so innocent, almost childlike with his mouth slightly open and his hair dishevelled. And I swear, I'd never tell a soul, but he when he was in a deep sleep, he'd often drool a little on his pillow. 

Smiling at the sound of his light snores, I could tell he was possibly on the verge of getting a cold. He never usually snored.

"It's my turn to take care of you" I whispered knowing he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon as he was in one heck of a deep sleep. 

Carefully climbing out of bed, I quickly ran to the other side of the large bed and grabbed the duvet that had fallen off his much bigger frame. Pulling it so he was completely covered, I gently pressed my lips against his forehead and sighed as I took a step back.

My baby is so stressed and tired.

Walking away from the light sounds of his snores, I gently closed the door behind me eager to make a start of looking after him. 

Hurrying into the kitchen, I opened up the fridge and stared at the contents. 

Alec is one hell of a carnivore and I can see from the many packs of bacon that he probably wanted to wake up to the smell of bacon, but he was clearly unwell.

Thinking back to the time I was unwell and Leon put me through horrible spinach soup and all things healthy, I shook my head and grabbed a pack of bacon. 

My baby will only get the best. 

Grabbing my phone, I swiped it open and put on some gentle soothing calming music and started making a breakfast fit for my king.

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Now this was heaven. Cooking for my husband with the most amazing view from out of the window. It has always been my dream to live in a house with only nature being my neighbour.