Wishing I Could Save Myself from a Life I Despise: My Shadowed Life Series

Chapter 33: Happy or Unwelcomed Surprises

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 recap chap 32:

As soon as Max is released, we are to be married. Nothing could make me happier than that, and nothing could stop us, now that we were so close to attaining our ultimate goal of becoming a real, happy family. 

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Chapter 33: Happy or Unwelcomed Surprises

I awoke in the morning a bit happier than I had been in what felt like years, because today I was going to see my baby, Max's baby. There was nothing that made me happier than that thought, except perhaps the thought of Maxim finally being released from his imprisonment. It had been too long already, only days for him, being held in the mystical realm where time wasn't the same as it is here, but it had been two agonizing months for me.

Due to his powerful magical restraints, I haven't been able to use our entwinement to my advantage. I couldn't feel him or his emotions, couldn't get into his head or have sense of his location even though I knew perfectly well where he was being held. I just wanted him and missed him so damn much!

Meeting Max and Gabe’s parents yesterday was a daunting task, but I did it somewhat happily. I had seen Caroleena and Rutherford as at least once a week for the past two months since Maxim was imprisoned, but once again I was left with both feelings of happiness and sorrow. I was happy because they accepted me, treated me like family already, even though they barely knew me but sorrowful because they reminded me of Max and how much I loved and missed him. Even though I knew they meant well by their visits, it still hurt to think of him and talk about him.

I hadn’t seen him in nearly a month and I wanted nothing more than to lay my eyes on his handsome sexy face again. I felt like I was forgetting him already. I could scarcely remember the feel of his warm lips moving with mine, or the feel of his naked body pressed to me. The overwhelming tingling and white hot burn that was released every time we connected our bodies and symbols seemed like a distant memory. Yet I had to set that aside and revel in the good.

They were kind and generous, his parents, catering to me as though I were a princess, which I guess in a way I was, although I felt somewhat undeserving of the title. I was no princess, just a broken and used girl who was created to be with a man who was too far out of her reach.

Come to think of it, Caroleena was a good friend to my mother Silvia and perhaps this was the reason she fawned over me relentlessly. It almost seemed like I was toy to her, some pretty doll she could dress up in nice clothes and show off to all of her friends. I know she meant well by this, and I appreciated her effort immensely, but it made me feel inferior. I was not cut out to be the wife of a princely man, nor was I the kind of person to allow myself to dress ‘girly’.

This wasn’t me at all.

As much as I loved being with Max’s family and enjoyed their company and kindness, it broke my heart at the same time. They all acted like this was no big deal, like being away from Max for god knows how long, was a normal everyday occurrence. Well, it wasn’t. To me, a normal everyday occurrence was getting beaten by my asshole ex-boyfriend and sent to the hospital or getting raped by my pedophile father.

I pushed these morose thoughts away as I got ready to accompany Gabe to the hospital for my ultrasound. I was slightly nervous and hoped everything would be alright. I had been pregnant before and I knew that I had damaged my womb when I stabbed myself and killed his baby, but Gabe assured me time and time again in the past few months, that it wouldn't effect this pregnancy. I hoped he was right. I didn't need anything else to worry about.