~ what do you see in him?....
Everything you don't ~
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All Celandine's father wanted was to protect his beloved daughter. Even if it meant sending her away...
Little did he know, his daughter will fall i...
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Fight.
I kept my promise.
I repressed the wants to carve men's eyes for the way they were looking at her.
Not because I was jealous no. But because I knew what kind of thoughts they were having.
I didn't fight them.
I let her let go, to have fun and enjoy herself.
But she got into a fight, more like she started it.
" I didn't think she was the kind to confront people" Katerina voice ecos in the emergency room.
We brought her here after she passed out. Also I needed to make sure her hand wasn't injured.
"I thought you said she avoided conflicts?" Ivanna was the one to speak now.
I pinch the bridge of my nose.
"It's the alcohol" I tell them. Throwing my head back looking up at the ceiling.
I knew how it be, last time she had alcohol was pretty rough.
"It's my fault" Katerina sighs "I kept giving her drinks" she admits.
"She doesn't do well with alcohol" Mariano tries not to blame her.
How long till this fucking doctors will let me see her.
"Do you know who was that woman?" Ivannas question hits me.
I open my eyes and look at her.
"Shantel Verdimont" her words linger in the air.
Cazzo.
"Shit" Katerina and Mariano said at The same time.
Yeah. Merda.
The doctors comes out the double doors.
I quickly stand up. Everyone followed.
"She's stable, we have her on some IVs for the alcohol, to keep her hydrated" doc says
I nod my head.
"As for her hand, it's fine - no fracture or stitches, the scratch will heal fast the bruising will fade as well" he stopped.
His silence felt heavy, something's wrong.
"What is it" I tell him, my tone clipped.
"You can see her now" he says and motions me to follow him.
I did.
"Just one person" he says to the rest.
They sat back down.
We went through the doors and into some hallway.
Stopping in front of the door he opens it and lets me in first.
I saw il mio amore laying on the bed unconscious. Cazzo.
She look pale. My chest tightened at the sigh.
" we ran some blood studies - it's protocol" Doc begins to explain.
I sit on the bed, holding her left hand.
"We ran some test to make sure everything was fine..." he trails off.
I frown " it's something wrong?" I ask him. Turning to face him.
"She is pregnant capo"
Cold. Suddenly I felt like my blood turned to ice.
"We can do an ultrasound but the test says she's about 12 weeks"
"Leave" I commanded.
Doc rushed out.
I turn to look at her. Her messy hair framing her soft delicate features.
un bambino. il nostro bambino.
But when? I started to do the math. We've been her for almost two months, so before that...
I felt a small soft hand hold mine.
Snapping myself back I saw her - eyes open filled with tears.
"Tesoro" my voice slightly shaky.
She sits up, I helped her.
Still holding my hand she says "I hurt someone" her lips trembling.
"I'm a bad person" she says.
"No you are not..." "Yes I am!" Her voice rises. "I hurt her, - I I smashed a bottle on her head" Tears rolled down her cheeks.
"All she did was step on my hand and I - I slammed a bottle on her head!" She started to shake.
I easily move her to the side and sat down next to her, pulling her into a hug. Her head rest on my chest, she started sobbing.
"It's not your fault amore" I try to calm her.
"She started the fight, the girls told me what happened" I reassure her.
"Someone has to finish the fight" she mumbled on my chest. Lifting her head up "you taught me that - when you trained me" she says.
I nod my head "I did" I tried to soften my tone. Trying to seem calm despite the storm brewing.
"They were two, they both had my friend" her soft voice shaky.
"They were hurting her - I I tried to help" she sniffles.
" Lo so tesoro" I run my hand on her back.
I can't tell her, she's not in the right state of mind - but I have to, she's carrying our child.
I waited - her crying stop after a few minutes.
"What happened to her?" My baby - always worrying for everyone but herself.
"She's fine - 5 stitches on her head" a tell her the truth - even if this gets us in trouble.
"Did they...shave her?" She whispered the last part. I chuckle "no amore she still has hair" shaving her head would literally put a death sentence on us.
"I'm hungry" she says after a while.
I pull out my phone and texted Mariano.
"What do you want Tesoro?" I asked her.
"Hamburgers please" her favorite. "And fries and strawberry milkshake per favore" that's odd she never had strawberry milkshake with her burgers.
"qualsiasi cosa per te amore mio" i said a kissed the top of her head. (Anything for you my love)
