Death of a Bachelor

#20 Are we okay?

Mila frowned as she watched her daughter, Simone, from across the garden area while sipping her coffee. The sunshine was beautiful, casting a warm glow over the blooming flowers, and the air was fresh and crisp. The surroundings were incredibly comfortable, creating a perfect setting for a relaxing morning. However, Simone's face was dumbfounded as she stared at her cup, dismayed to find that her hot chocolate had already cooled down.

She walked closer to her daughter and sat in the empty wooden chair in front of her. Mila raised her eyebrows, surprised that Simone hadn't even noticed her presence. As she settled into the chair, she took a moment to observe her more closely. Mila couldn't help but worry about her. She was surprised because Simone had gotten up early in the morning and gone straight to the garden, which was unusual for her. As she observed Simone, Mila's attention shifted to her daughter's belly, and she took a deep breath, gathering the strength to ask the questions that had been weighing on her mind.

Simone, you can touch my face as long as you want and you can stare at me for hours, whether i'm eating or just relaxing. I want you to feel comfortable and safe with me, I want you to want me.

Simone, you can touch my face as long as you want and you can stare at me for hours, whether i'm eating or just relaxing. I want you to feel comfortable and safe with me, I want you to want me.

Simone, you can touch my face as long as you want and you can stare at me for hours, whether i'm eating or just relaxing. I want you to feel comfortable and safe with me, I want you to want me.

After the long drive to the old house in Asturias, Simone had hoped the exhaustion would knock her out as soon as her head hit the pillow. Instead, she found herself wide awake, How many hours did she sleep? How many minutes? She had no idea. Her spirit was wide awake last night, and no matter what she did to fall asleep, it was impossible.

The memory of Lewis's words kept echoing in her thoughts and everytime she closed her eyes she sees Lewis face, the way he had looked at her with such tenderness, his gentle smile and the warmth in his eyes. Even now, she could feel the warmth of his skin on her hand, making it impossible for her to find any peace. She was just thankful that the bedroom was big, and that Lewis, who was sleeping on the floor, faced his back at her.

Why did she push him? Why did she feel so guilty? Why did her heart beat faster? Simone sighed softly and closed her eyes. Why the f*ck  she want to stare at him and touch his face, especially his nose? Was this about her pregnancy behavior? a result of her pregnancy hormones amplifying her emotions? or was it something deeper, something she had been denying herself? maybe?

"NO! F*CK! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE! SIMONE LISTEN! THIS IS JUST ALL ABOUT YOUR PREGNANCY BEHAVIOR! OKAY? AND NOTHING MORE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Simone finally opened her eyes and noticed her mother staring at her while sipping on her coffee. Mila's gaze was filled with concern and curiosity.

"M-Morning, Lo siento no me di cuenta de que ya estabas aquí" Morning, I'm sorry i didn't notice you are already here.

"Sólo quería decirte que Lewis se levantó temprano y salió a correr con tu Papá" I just wanted to say that Lewis woke up early and went jogging with your Dad.

"Soy muy consciente, Mamá" I'm well aware, Mamá.

"Algo te esta molestando? sabes que no es bueno para el bebe" Is something bothering you? you know that it's not good for the baby. Mila pressed gently, her worry evident in her voice.

"Mamá nada ni nadie me molesta, estoy bien" Mama nothing or no one is bothering me, I'm well. Simone reassured, though Mila's probing gaze didn't falter.