The Unexpected Angel (Sequel to Be My Mistake)

Love is pain

Hunter's P.O.V.

My eyelids slowly flicker open, and I almost immediately regret the action. Sunlight from the windows of our bedroom pours through even the curtains, and I felt as if I were being blinded. Sunshine clung to the walls, and judging by how bright it was, I was guessing it was around seven in the morning.

I rubbed my forehead with one hand, eyes closed, while reaching out to touch Siana with the other hand. But I couldn't feel her, which bothered me.

I quickly sit up, and see the covers pulled back from where she formally was sleeping. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of retching coming from the bathroom.

I didn't bother to call out for her, since I already knew where she was. I walk in, and find her kneeling in front of the toilet, hands placed on her stomach as her dark brown waves fell in front of her face.

"Oh, Z." I muttered sympathetically. I knew how much she truly hated sympathy from anyone, but it hurt me to see how drained this baby was making her.

"Go away Hunter, I don't want you to see me like this." She says with a shaky voice, and I could now see her shivering on the floor.

I sink to my knees, and go to touch her face. The instant my fingers make contact, she flinches away from me, but I was able to feel how cold even her face was. "Siana, don't push me away. Why are you so cold?" I asked her, trying to get a look at her face, but she just continued to hide behind her wild hair. I just wanted to catch a glimpse of those crazy blue eyes I dreamt of.

"I've been sitting here a while." She answers quietly, but still didn't look up at me.

"How long is a while?"

She hesitates for a moment, but slowly looks up at me. Though her hair still hung in her face, I was able to see tears falling down her rosy cheeks slowly, and her eyes were red from crying. "Three hours." Her words shook as she looked back down at her lap.

I put my hand on her bare knee as I put two and two together. The bathroom had horrible heat, the tiles are as cold as ice, and here she is crying on the floor for some unknown reason.

Alone.

I reached out to touch her, but she scooted away from me immediately, leaning against the wall. "Just go away, I want to be alone. I'm fine, Hunter." She says to me as she brings her knees up to her chest, but her baby bump got in the way.

I want to be alone.

I'm fine.

I knew it was lies. She would always tell me she was fine, or that she wanted to be alone when there was something that was on her mind. Something she didn't know how to explain, unless I figured out a way to get it out of her. I knew her better then she thought. And I also knew she needed me right now, whether she was going to admit it or not.

"Love, come here. What happened?" I asked her as I crawl closer to her.

Then she snapped.

She began to sob. Harder then I had ever heard her sob before, and I felt my heart completely shatter. Her face was hidden behind her hair, and I felt tears rolling down my own cheeks at the thought of whatever happened was making her react this way. She brought her face up and began to frantically wipe away her tears, looking scared.

"Tears are weakness. Crying is pathetic. Love is pain." She mutters as she tries to stop herself from crying, using the towel from next to her to try and stop the tears.

Love is pain.

I began to repeat this in my head, shaking my head no. "No, Siana, love is not pain." I reach out and grab her hands, stopping her from being to paranoid about the tears.