Finding Sebastian

Chapter 16

Marcia stood outside on the hotel balcony in a robe. Her hair was down and cascaded down her back in soft waves. The wind played with her hair and kissed her cheeks which made her shiver. Currently, she was looking out on the city and watched how the cars passed by and the lights lit up the town.

A gust of wind swept by and she shivered, hugging herself tighter. She always dreamed of going to Italy when she was younger. A dream of hers was to see the Coliseums and explore with her husband and children. She never expected to be here, trying to find her own child. She wished it were only a dream and she could pinch herself to wake up. Sadly, it was not a dream but a reality coming to life to haunt her.

Her hands instinctively splayed out on her stomach, feeling the slight bump forming. The thought of children always fascinated her. A creation made by the loving of two people would make a beautiful baby. A baby was formed because two people fell in love.

"Hey." She jumped a little at the masculine voice behind her. She heard him chuckle.

She turned her head to the side and saw him leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed over his muscular chest that was covered in admitting white t-shirt. She sent him a playful glare and returned to looking at the city in front of her.

Arms wrapped around her waist and his hands settled on her hands. His chin rested atop her head and he breathed out a sigh of content. Neither of them spokes word. This moment together has been one of their quietest in a while.

"We were so close," he heard her whisper. She was right. So close yet so far away. "Just a couple moments earlier and we could've had Sebby back."

He heard her sniffles and hugged her tighter. "Marcia," he sighed, "you can't think like that, baby."

A traitorous tear slipped down her cheek. "That's the only way I can think," she choked out. It broke his heart to hear her thoughts spoken aloud.

He moved his hands up her arms and they settled on her biceps. Leaning forward, he kissed the space behind her ear. "Please don't."

Suddenly, she turned around and he was met with tearful blue eyes. Her bottom lip quivered as she searched his eyes for something. Anything for a little bit of comfort. "I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of despair!" she cried out. She ripped herself away from his grip and walked to the other side of the balcony.

She ran her fingers through her hair and gripped at the roots. Her small cries turned into violent sobs. "I need my son back!"

"You think I don't want him back either?" he yelled back. His eyes started to leak with tears as well.

She looked away. She was being selfish and knew it. Being away from her child was messing with her mind. She didn't even think of what it was doing to Oliver's. She always pictured him as a pillar of strength that wouldn't ever be brought down.

"I'm sorry, I just can't it anymore," she whispered out.

His eyes went soft. He approaches her and pulled her into a tight hug with her face buried in his chest. A gentle kiss was planted on top of her head. "We'll find him," he assured her. "Even if it's the last thing I do."

"I'll help you. It's better if we work together then have me stay here all by myself."

"You won't be by yourself," he said as he lifted his head up. Her eyes lifted so she was staring back up at him. "You'll be with Talia."

One of her eyebrows went up. "That's not what I meant. I need to help you."

"And I need to keep you safe," he retorted. He allowed his wife to accompany him in this trip; he won't allow her to do anything else.