Fires of Fate

Chapter 11: Seeking Help

alex

After the meeting, the air in the compound felt charged, and as I settled into bed, I couldn't shake the thoughts of the night I had spent with Angel. The memories of our laughter and connection lingered in my mind, igniting a spark of warmth that contrasted sharply with the weight of uncertainty that hung over us. I slid under the duvet, feeling her warmth radiate beside me, and I found myself drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

Hours later, I stirred from sleep to find Angel beside me, her form tense and restless. She shifted beneath the covers, and I could see her brow furrowed in worry even in the dim light. I wanted to reach out, to pull her closer, but I sensed the unspoken tension that surrounded us-a mixture of intimacy and the heavy burden of what lay ahead.

"Angel," I whispered, wanting to cut through the silence that felt almost suffocating.

She blinked awake, startled for a moment, her eyes wide as they found mine. "Hey," she replied softly, her voice thick with sleep. But then, as awareness returned, I noticed the flicker of anxiety behind her gaze.

"Can't sleep?" I asked, my heart racing as I tried to gauge the mood.

"No," she admitted, biting her lip as if wrestling with her thoughts. She shifted closer, our bodies almost touching, and I felt the heat radiate from her, igniting a familiar tension that coursed between us.

I leaned in, drawn to her, but just as I was about to bridge the gap, she hesitated, a conflicted look crossing her face. "Alexander, wait," she murmured, pulling back slightly.

"Angel?" I frowned, feeling the weight of her uncertainty. "What's wrong?"

"I need to talk to you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, the urgency in her tone unmistakable.

"About what?" My pulse quickened, a mix of concern and curiosity flooding through me.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself. "About the baby," she said, her eyes searching mine for understanding. "I think I'm pregnant."

The words landed heavily between us, shocking me into silence. "Pregnant?" I repeated, my mind racing to process the gravity of what she was saying. "Are you sure?"

"I went to the doctor," she explained, her voice trembling slightly. "They confirmed it. I didn't want to believe it, but I have to be honest with you."

The tension shifted, becoming almost electric, but I was too overwhelmed to focus on that now. "This is... a lot to take in," I said, trying to find my footing in the sudden storm of emotions. "But how do you know it's mine?"

"Because it is," she insisted, her gaze firm. "I haven't been with anyone else."

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. "What if it's not mine?" I said, the doubt slipping out before I could stop it.

Her face fell, and I immediately regretted my words. "Im sure it yours ," she replied, hurt flashing in her eyes. "I know you are the father."

"Angel, this is serious," I said, my voice firm. "I can't just take your word for it. What if-"

"What if?!" she interrupted, her voice rising with frustration. "What if I'm left to handle this on my own?"

A silence settled between us, thick with unspoken fears and possibilities. I wanted to reach out, to comfort her, but the weight of my own uncertainty held me back.

"I need time to think," I finally said, though I felt the distance grow even wider between us. I didn't want to deny the connection we had, but I was terrified of the implications.