Deadliest of Sins

Chapter Twelve Awakening Part Two

     Annalissa Sanchez POV

             Pain. Complete and utter pain through out my body, is all I could feel. Bright lights shone in my eyes and several frantic like voices filled my ears, making the already excuriating headache multiple by ten. I wanted so badly to yell for everyone to shut up for a second, but the dryness in my mouth and throat prevented me from doing so. 

    My vision started coming back, and the first thing I saw was a tear filled Crisitano. Dark bags resided under his usually light brown eyes, and this beard was longer and shaggy. All in all he looked like shit, which was comical because he was consider the pretty one. He grabbed my face in his unusually large hands, and leaned over to kiss my forehead. "You gave us a scare Princesa." he whispered, tears falling freely from his eyes. I tried to give him a smile, to reassure him that I was fine but a sharp pain along my jaw erupted making me tear up. "Do not try talking, your jaw is wired. It was broken and needs to heel. It will probably be wired for the next six weeks." he explained.

   Just as I was about to try and comminucate again, a crazed looking Noah rush in the room with a tiny Athena in his muscular arms. My heart monitor began to beat like crazy and made me blush. It felt like a dream, I had missed them both so much, and to see Athena alive and safe I couldnt help but feel like a giant weight had been lifted off my shoulder.

   Noah passed a sleeping Athena to Cristiano and sprints to my side. His eyes roamed over my body examining every inch with an intense look. It felt like forever, but he finally grabbed my neck  and slowly brought his lips down to mine.

    The kiss was as light as a feather, but you could feel all his emotions pouring out of it. His lips created tingles to erupt all over my body, a sensation I thought I would never feel again. His touch made a burning fire run through me, even though he handled me like a precious atrifact. I whimpered when he pulled away, much to my own embarassment,  but he still did not let me go. 

He held my face in his giant warm hands, and caressed my cheek with his busted knuckles. We just looked in each other's eyes, and I could tell he was tired. He looked ten years older if possible, and his eyes looked like they had seen things that he would never be able to forget.

   Someone cleared their throats breaking me out of my trance and drawing my attention to the door. Standing in the doorway of my room were my parents with happy tears falling down their cheeks. A sob broke from my mom's chest and a series of hiccups stated as well. She pratically jumped on me, making me smile internally. "Mama, ease up a little she is still in pain." my dad tried pulling my hysterical mother way from me, but I gave him a look saying I didn't mind. Yes, a father knew pain of losing a kids, but me as a mother if something were to happen to Athena, I would die. 

   For ten minutes my mother sobbed on my chest, soaking through my hospital gown. Finally, it seemed like she recovered from her moment of hysteria and let my father have his moment. Guilt swam through his eyes, which had me livid. Before he could even talk, I held up my finger signaling for him to be quiet. I turned to Noah, signaling that I needed a piece of paper and pen. He ran out the room and everyone was quiet. I turned my gaze over to the princess who looked like a little pink ball in Cristiano's arms. I had never been so relieved, but when Noah walked in with Athena I felt like I could breathe again. She was my reason to live, and I would have to thank God everyday for hearing my prayers and keeping my baby safe.

   Noah returned and handed me the paper and pen, while pulling up the hospital table to the bed.  As I took the pen in my hands I noticed the bandages that littered across my skin. Images of that night ran through my mind and I pushed them to the back of my mind. I could not dwell on it, because I would not let myself live in fear. If I kept thinking about it fear would be my new best friend. I quickly wrote a note to my father and handed it to him. What happened to me was not your fault, or anyones. Let's just thank God, everyone is alive. He silently read, and I could see the tiny drop of water that cascaded down his cheeks.

   "You know, I can't do that sweetie. I should have put more prospects or made sure you had a some type of defense in that apartment of yours. It could have p-" I once again held up my finger to shut him up, because by now he was starting to piss me off and it only added to my already excurtiating headache. Shut it! I was fine with just the two Prospects. Those men came with a mission in mind, so nothing would have stopped them. So please drop it, let me just enjoy my time with my family. I wrote and handed it to him. He nodded his head and gave me a gentle smile.

        I stole the piece of paper back from my dad and added a little note to it: So who is going to hand me my baby, I need her. As soon as it was read he stood up and took Athena out of Cristiano's arms, and placed her in mine. I brought her little head up to my nose and sniffled her, as weird as that sounds it comforted me. She smelled of baby lotion and vanilla, she smelled of home; somewhere I desperatley wanted to be. Athena began to wiggle and whine, indicating that she was either wet or hunger. In a flash Noah was at my side with a bottle in his hand and a smile on his face. "She is hungry, before I came here I had stopped by the house and get the car and the sitter said she would be due when she woke up." I gave him a nod and started to feed my baby. God, I missed her. Even though I was unaware of my surroundings or time, my body seemed to because it longed for her and for Noah.

   "You okay, Squirt."Noah asked, as he tucked a piece of my dry hair behind my ear. Was I okay? I don't know. As much as I didn't want to be scared, I was. I was fearful for Athena, and myself. I was worried that if those men knew they hadn't actually killed me they would come back, and finish the job. "Squirt?" snapping out of my jumble of emotions, I gave him a small smile and placed my head on his shoulder. His woodsy scent eveloped me and hugged me in a comforting way. "I love you Squirt." he mumbled as he kissed my forehead. He would never let anything happen to our daughter or to me.

      In that perfect moment I thought all was good, and nothing could come our way that we couldn't take down. I was so wrong. The shit storm that was coming our way would test the limits of friends and family.

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