"From the ashes, we shall rise"
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT , VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED
The second book of the tainted series, it can NOT be read as a stand-alone.
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The days seemed to grow longer than usual, almost like it was haunting me in every aspect possible. We were nearing another week, and slowly my belly was growing. As of now it just seemed like a little plush, but I could feel the remains of it happening to my body.
My cheeks growing fuller as the weight amplified my breast in size, causing them to be tender. The expansion between my hips aching, all of this was foreign to me. Even though I wanted to know more about it, nothing could be done at this point. Any baby talk was just going to psych me out, plus I was growing anxious by the minute. No one knew anything, expect for Avery. She was concerned about me stressing myself out, wanting to do ultrasounds. But I didn't want any type of files in this place, the thought of Zayn having any made me uneasy.
Avery pulled off the blood pressure cup, writing down my information in her personal booklet. She claimed that she made sure that it was locked in her desk, away from everyone else when it came to my records. But I was pretty paranoid, so I didn't want her to do anything extreme.
"Your blood pressure is good, but I still think we should at least check on the fetus." She commented lowly, we couldn't exactly talk about it as she hoped.
The units in the vents had a brief shortage, causing majority of the facility to have no air. I offered a small 'thank you' as she passed me a napkin, using it to wipe at the perspiration on my forehead. Heat and nausea obviously didn't work together, it was only adding onto my problems. Considering the fact I haven't seen Castano all week, only hearing from him when he first arrived. Maybe I just wanted to believe that we were close to leaving, and thought he would actually help me.
But the truth of the matter is, I still remember overhearing his talk with Zayn back in Sicily. And how it was risky for him to bring me to his gallery, knowing who my birth father was at the time. Honestly, it wouldn't be a surprise if he just got Zahir out and left me behind. I would probably do the same to myself, that man's blood ran through my veins. It damn- near disgusted me as well. Who would really go out of their way to say the guy's daughter that made your life a living hell?
The sound of construction made me snap out of my thoughts, looking back at Avery while she marked things down. In this place she was the only person I could talk to, but I'm pretty sure that she wish we didn't sometimes. I was only causing her more trouble, but maybe it was just the selfish side of me. But I'll do whatever it takes to make sure I was out of here.
"I said no." My voice was raspy as I struggled to gain composure, the heat being unsettling. She looked at me for a second, thinking to herself before shaking her head at me. "My body is a lot stronger than it looks, and I rather not have my baby's records in here. Let alone mine along with it's half brother and his father."
God, even saying it out loud felt unreal. But the more I grew accustomed to saying it, the more it felt completely realistic. My body was changing in mysterious ways to carry this baby, the only thing that could invade my mind was how he was going to react. Zayn's life was hectic and most of his time was spent on the go, this was going to complicate a lot of things.
