His Rebel

• Blessing •

Sinn's POV

Embracing her drenched body that was shaking due to the excruciating pain, my heart stinged seeing her in this condition.

I was searching for my phone with one hand, as I held her body with the other, when her screams subsided, and I noticed she had passed out due to the pain.

Feeling panic in every cell of my body, I carried her unconscious body in my arms and felt wetness on her thighs.

I lay her down carefully when I examined the wet thing sticking on her pants as blood laced my fingertips.

Her words repeated over in my head, "The baby, I'm losing it. Please help me, I can't lose it."

I pulled my hair away from my eyes as I digged my phone from my pocket and dialed a number.

It ringed thrice before it was picked up.

"Leave whatever you're doing. I need you here immediately." I didn't let them speak, as I spoke orders.

When I ended the call, everything dawned on me.

She had been acting strangely these past few weeks, and I've been wondering if she was unwell, but she declined when I asked her.

I knew something was different, and if I had enough time, I would've reached the conclusion that she's pregnant.

But before I could speculate any further, we had to deal with Papa Don and her father, and they were a threat to us and everyone around us.

I heard her talking with her father and telling him that she's pregnant when it was confirmed for me.

It's not like it came to be out of thin air. We did it without protection, but I wasn't sure it could happen with one time.

Now I'm sure seeing where we stand.

I had wanted to ask her about it but found her in this condition.

I don't know since when she's going through keeping this news to herself.

It would've been so hard on her.

She must think she is to blame as she asked me to do it without using protection.

I know her. She didn't want to burden me with her decision. And she has decided to keep it.

How am I to tell her she can never be a burden to me?

She wants to do things herself and never wants to rely on anyone due to her past trauma. It hurts me that I can be of no use to her.

If I knew about her condition, I would've never let her fight this battle. And now, she's in excruciating pain.

I pulled away her hair, which was drenched in sweat as her face was contorted in pain even when she was passed out.

If I could, I wish to take any calamity which befalls her.

I'd rather take the pain than watch her go through it.

I heard a knock on the door.

"Come." I said when it opened and I heard heels against the floor.

"Whatever is the matter? Why would you call me in so urgently?" I didn't look away from Layla as I replied.

"She's bleeding." I told her, and I could sense her shifting her weight to her other leg.

"She's pregnant." It was enough for her to hurry towards me and push me away and check her thighs where her blood soaked in.

"Get out." She ordered me.

"I'm staying." I didn't budge.

"She needs urgent treatment. If you won't leave I won't be able to do anything." She told me in a serious tone, and I didn't want to get in the way of her treatment, so I left the room with her treating my Layla.