No Going Back

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Floria

"Ria please don't be mad, I'll be back in like two days maximum," he tried to convince me by caressing my face. Two days was long enough.

I ignored the very sad emotions bubbling inside me, making me want to cry. The nickname only adds to the emotions, everyone else called me Lori, but he said he'd like to call me Ria.

Since it matches your personality in every language's meaning. Joy, elegant, beautiful, graceful, gem.

I rolled my eyes at him and turned away slowly, cautiously, into a comfortable position, sliding my leg over the pregnancy pillow and snuggling into it. My husband groans beside me.

"I fucking hate this pillow." He grunted sliding his hands over my large eight months and ten days pregnant belly and hugged me from behind, his face buried in my neck inhaling my scent which he said helps him sleep peacefully.

I grabbed his hand, and threw it away from me scooting a little bit further, he sighed sliding closer, and dropping a long sweet kiss on my exposed shoulder.

I stifled a moan, I was so freaking sensitive ever since I got pregnant every small touch aroused me, at the weirdest of times, scratch that, anytime no matter what the situation is, also extremely uncomfortable and drowsy.

And to have the doctor's warning not to have sex or any other straining sexual activities was slow torture. If I am not eating, then I am sleeping, if not sleeping then I am crying because I get exhausted if I walk two yards from our house.

I had a high risk of premature labour and my diabetes only added to the trouble. Thankfully, I had my best friend, Aubrey's Aunt to guide me through it all, she's a highly recommended obstetrician and impressive at her job.

How ridiculous it was that pregnancy can have both beautiful magic and disastrous consequences at times. At a point, it's all excitement and happiness then there is continuous discomfort and emotional distress. Hormonal changes, and body transformation yet when I look at Antonio it all becomes easy and perfect.

Whenever he was home, he had been so patient, understanding and caring, which had turned me into a clingy pregnant reptile.

There was a time I was down because of the lack of sex in our marriage lately, but he assured me over and over again. I just want to be snaked around him all the time. The only time I can feel some energy and get myself to do or enjoy something.

So now the fact that he was leaving for two days when he had already been occupied a lot lately, with the two new bar-restaurants he is building in New York and Las Vegas, I was feeling uncontrollably sad.

When we met he owned two bars, then it multiplied when we got engaged, and again when we got married Antonio loved owning properties and businesses all over the country so he could travel which he enjoyed just as much. Now he almost owns eight bars and honestly, those bars are his second wife.

This pregnancy was unexpected, not that it didn't make us happy, but we were hoping for it to happen once Tony was done with the New York Bar, but it miraculously happened before that and we can't be any happier. Reading it anywhere but on wattpad, then it's stolen. As much as it has been a rollercoaster, it was still memorable and wonderful. We couldn't wait to welcome our baby, and more children into the future creating a nurturing life and home.

My husband's hand sneaked into the blankets, trying to hold me close once again, hoping my anger would fade away like it usually does. I am not a tempered person, the most I could do was yell or try to and end up laughing because I had a delicate vocal that nobody could take seriously even if they wanted to, it was like a Disney princess singing.