Run to Me

Chapter 24

Dave

"Are you okay?" I wrapped my arms around Katerina from behind and nuzzled her neck. She immediately responded by leaning back against me.

"Hmm," she responded.

I chuckled. "Just hmm?"

"Hmm," she said again.

"Do you think you'll ever tell them about the baby?" I asked.

She turned around and faced me. A look of pain, grief, and guilt marred her expression.

"I don't know..." she closed her eyes and sighed.

I nodded.

"I know they're my family, but if I'm being completely honest, I don't want them to know. I don't want to tell them," she sighed again. "Does that make me a bad person?"

"No. Of course not." A part of me understands why she doesn't want anyone to know. It's just so personal. The loss and the grief.

"I love my family and we are all so close and somehow by not telling them, I feel like I'm betraying them, but at the same time, the loss of our baby was just so personal and it just isn't something I want to share," she explained.

"Hey, I understand and I feel the exact same way."

"I just want to leave it to chance. If they somehow find out about it, then I'll just cross the bridge when I get there."

I nodded and wrapped my arms around her.

She pulled back and bit her lip, as  making if she was pondering whether to ask me or not. I know that look so well.

"Hey, stop abusing your beautiful lips," I said, as I released her bottom lip from her assault, before dropping a quick kiss to her lips. "you can ask me anything."

"I found these under my bed last night," she said pulling something out from her pocket.

She held out a bottle of my pills.

Fuck. That's where it was. I've been looking for it for a few days now. I had to go see my doctor to get an emergency prescription so I can get them filled out.

"I know what they are. I didn't know you take them. I never see you take them," she said.

Shit. I didn't want her to know or ask why I need them.

I shrugged trying to make not a big deal out of it. "It helps me sleep at night."

"It has something with your nightmares, doesn't it?"

I opened my mouth to deny it, but hell. I can't lie to her. Not with this. I'd be a damn hypocrite if I do. Hell I already am, by hiding why I need the pills and what my nightmares are about, but hell...

"Hey," she said softly, as she squeezed my hand. "I'm not mad."

"I have to take them to be able to sleep at night."

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked curiously, not with an accusing tone or any malice, but simply out of curiosity.

"I didn't want to explain why, but you figured it out anyways," I said sheepishly.

"So you have nightmares when you don't take them?"

I nodded. "My nightmares are more like flashbacks."