Cast Under His Spell

Eight

It's been a few months that Iya's been here in the UK with me. Inessa can walk now and can somewhat speak. I've never been so happy in my life nor has Iya, I don't think. Iya and I were getting ready for a date. She was showering then I heard a loud thump and a horrifying scream come from the shower. I immediately ran in to make sure she's okay. "Iya, baby girl?! Are yo-" I started frantically as I opened the shower curtain. This sight broke my heart. I bursted into tears. There was blood.... lots of blood. "This is all my fault. I'm a pozorit'!" She sobbed. "No baby. No you're not." I cry as I helped take care of the blood and... our baby... Once I finished that, I dried Iya off and dressed her into comfortable clothing. I proceeded to carry her to our bed. "I'm so sorry Denys!" She cried. I wiped her tears away and stroked her left cheek, "This wasn't your fault. You're not a disgrace. Relax, princess. Get some rest. I'm right here for you. We can always try again once you are ready." I laid next to her, she snuggled right up against me, resting her head on my chest. I played with her hair, trying to keep her calm and to relax her. "I'm here, Iya. Get some sleep. I'm right here and I won't go anywhere." I cooed. I held onto her cautiously and comforted her to the best of my ability...