The Unexpected Angel (Sequel to Be My Mistake)

The handsome Frenchman

A faint, yet foul smell burns in my nostrils as I wake up to darkness in the morning. I hear whimpering coming from the bathroom, and for a moment, I had no idea where I was. When I finally realized I was in the hotel, in Sweden, I sit up straight in bed.

“Elena?” I whisper, looking over to her bed.

The dark blue covers that she was originally laying on when she passed out were now pulled back. I see light from the bathroom door creeping into the hotel room, and the sound of retching was then heard. Quickly, I pull the covers away from my body and trot over to the bathroom, peaking in. I see Elena crouched over the toilet, vomiting weakly, as if out of energy.

“Elena, are you ok?” I asked her, opening the door.

She looks up at me and wipes her mouth. I see the mascara that was applied yesterday now running down her face as she looked up at me.

“Yeah, I’m just nervous.” She says, groaning.

She goes green again, just before she starts heaving into the toilet for yet another time. I stood there, unsure of what I was supposed to do. I felt awkward with the thought of walking away, but I didn’t know whether she would think I was being sympathetic to her if I tried to hold her hair back.

“Siana,” She asks, looking up at me. “Can you hold my hair back?”

I smile gently, kneeling down next to her. “Of course I can.”

I watch as she vomits into the toilet. Her energy decreases as she empties last night’s dinner, and I began to wonder what could have caused this. I thought for a split second that she was pregnant, but with what she had told me, how could she be?

“Hey, Elena, how do you feel?” I asked softly, rubbing her back.

“My back hurts. It hurts a lot, actually. So do my feet.”

My eyes widen, but I don’t let her see. “Ok.”

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I watch as a hyper Elena hops up and down on her feet, panicking about the train that was three minutes late. To be exact, the train that Destin was on. By the time it was five minutes late, she was freaking out and asking if there was a possibility that it crashed. I held back a laugh, telling her that there was such a thing as the word delayed.

She continues to run her hands through her neatly styled blonde hair. Rain droplets fell from the sky, and normally she would be freaking out about it messing her hair up, but she didn’t seem to care too much at this point, since she was panicking about the baby instead.

As if it were a mirage I see the train pull up, ten minutes late. Elena watches as men, women and children all walk out of the doors, seeming to be occupied by their busy lives. As casual as possible I see a young woman, tall and slender with long blonde hair, comes out of the train with a child in her arms. The baby looked around curiously, and I see Elena grinning from ear to ear. This child was in fact Destin; I didn’t even need to ask.