Fated To Love You

Chapter 36: No Future With You

Charlotte's POV

I woke up from an unusual good night sleep. I wanted to get up, but with Vincent's arm around my stomach, it seemed impossible to move without waking him up. It feels so good to be back in this position again. Not to lie, I really missed this man - my man.

I unconsciously moved my fingers to touch his face, from his cheeks to his jawline. His sleeping face is just so adorable not to notice. How can I be so lucky that even after the trouble I threw at him, he still wants me?

"If this became a habit of yours then I don't mind waking up late at all." Vince smirked and his eyes slowly fluttered open. "What an amazing feeling to be able to wake up with the love of my life beside me again."

My heart instantly melts after he said that. I smiled softly and whispered. "Good morning to you, too." His face moved closer and he was about to kiss me when I quickly pulled away.

He frowned at me and asked. "Why did you pull away?" I put my hand against my mouth and chuckled. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet..."

My hands were pulled away and Vince smashed his lips against mine. He gave me an indulging kiss and feeling a bit lightheaded I kissed him back. After minutes of kissing, we both finally pulled away. "...and that's how you say a proper good morning, my love." Vince smirked at me while I catch my breath.

As much as I want to stay in bed with him all day, I just can't. I have so many things to do, and Vince would be a big distraction.

"I'll see you later, Vince." I smiled and gave him one last peck on the lips.

"I love you, Charlotte." Vince said and I just smiled at him before I left for the bathroom.

Later that afternoon, I am so lucky that the event went on smoothly. The client didn't even suspect a thing that there were some few changes on the flowers. I should thank Vince big time later.

"Congratulations for a job well done, Ms Chaste." The owner of the company said and I shook his hand in return. "Thank you for trusting Serendipity, Mr Poccolo. It's been a pleasure working with you."

He smiled and nodded. "This certainly won't be our last time working for each other." I nodded back and grinned. "Looking forward to it, Mr Poccolo."

After exchanging few words, Mr Poccolo excused himself and left. I was left alone in the lounge when someone approached me.

"Hello, I am Dr. Rhainne Giovanni. You must be the event coordinator," a man in his late thirties offered a hand. "Charlotte Chaste. Not really an event organizer, was only doing a client a favor." I replied and shook his hand.

"You know, you look like you needed a check-up." He said and I stared at him, returning a respectful smile.

"Oh, thank you, but I don't think that's necessary."

"My clinic is offering a free checkups, and it would be an honor to have Ms Chaste as one of my patients." He grinned and let out his calling card.

I really don't feel like doing some checkups but this man is very kind to offer his skills to me. It would only hurt his feelings if I decline his kind gesture. It's just a checkup, anyways.

"Sure, why not."

***

I cannot believe it. I cannot believe that the accident two years ago caused so much damage on me. I am infertile and I don't know what to do about it - everything.

*Flashback*

"Everything about you seems to look fine, except..." The doctor looked at me and my heart started pounding so fast. I don't like the sound of his voice.

"I'm sorry, but your test result shows that your chance of bearing a child is ninety-five percent impossible." He said and my jaw dropped.

"How is that possible?" I gasped and looked terrified of the new information. "There must be some kind of a mistake here!"

"Our lab results here in our clinic are very much reliable, miss. I am sorry, but may I ask if you had experienced miscarriage in the past?" He looked at my results and then at me again.

The car accident. I felt tears coming out but I didn't care if he sees my crying. I nodded slowly and then look at the window behind his desk. "Is there other way I can bear a child?"

"As for now, your only options now are IVF (In Vitro Fertilization), or Surrogacy." The doctor said and then smiled at me. "But you can also adopt, less pain if you think of it."

*End of Flashback*

I cried even more thinking of my incapability of bearing a child. How can I face Vincent and his parents now?

The chance of a future with Vince seemed less than one percent already. He won't be able to handle the news. I knew he wanted children of his own, I knew his parents wanted grandchildren of their own, I knew how much a child can affect our lives. Now that I can't give the one thing they truly wanted, I felt so useless and worthless.

My dream of having a happy family with Vincent is now gone. Giving my children a school supplies shopping spree, giving them a makeover, going to the park as a family, and most of all cooking meals for my loved ones.

Vince doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve to live a life knowing something is lacking, and even millions of dollars can't buy. I can't give him the happiness he always wished for. I can't give him the perfect gift he deserves. I can't give him a family.

Just as I thought our love has been given a second chance. Just as I thought everything is going the exact way I imagined it to be. I am so wrong. I can never, ever live a happy life with Vince again.

I think this is the sign that I should have let him go in the first place. That I shouldn't have came back in his life. I should have never came to New York. I need to leave, I need to leave as soon as possible. I can't bear staying knowing I'll just hurt the people I love so much. It's best for everyone if I just disappear.

My phone suddenly rang, and just the person I wished not to talk to. "Vince," I barely whispered.

"Hey, baby!" He beamed. Baby. Great, I can't give him that anymore. I barely can speak now, the lump in my throat is too hard to swallow.

"Charlotte, are you okay?" He asked sounding so concerned. I didn't reply, I blinked away the tears and breathed.

"We need to talk." Was all I said then I hung up on him.

On second thought, the possibilities of telling Vince the truth and knowing how much it'll hurt everybody is too much. I couldn't take it anymore - the pain, it was just like two years ago. The past, it's hunting me to death. I guess I am nothing but a coward, and I'll do what most cowards do - run away.