Fated Love

Chapter 30

(Sharon's POV)

I woke  to Dean watching over me.He had a bowl half filled with cold water, and a damp towel. I watched him squeeze excess water from the towel then brought it on my forehead, placing it there tenderly. “How are you feeling?” he had asked when our eyes eventually met. His baritone voice came as a whisper, and it was so sexy I wanted to listen to it whisper sweet nothings to my ears,all day long. “You still have a fever, lay still.” He helped me lay back while he went back to squeezing extra water from the cloth. That whole time, I could not stop looking up at him. Observing my husband-From the huge bags under his eyes, it was obvious he had gotten a second of sleep. He was  half-dressed from the previous day's clad, except now, he had thrown on his black rob. "You scared the crap out of me." He spoke truthfully.

My heart swelled with happiness,   just seeing how much Dean cared for me. I knew that he loved me, and I also loved him with the whole of my heart.

Without thinking, I leaned forward and put a soft kiss on his lip. I would have kept going but my head felt weird and also, Dean was frozen-he did even blink. Awkwardly, I laid back,"What happened?” I had asked, rubbing my face , to try to hide my embarrassed face behind my hands.

Very many seconds passed and he  still stayed speechless and I didn't know if it was the kiss, or maybe I looked funny. I let the thought go as soon as Dean went back to taking care of me. Shutting my eyes, I wanted to continue enjoying the care, but then everything that had happened the previous night, came crushing in my head. The fight, My poor, dead vase.

Then, I remembered how he took Zhela’s side over mine. I was his wife,his legal wife, he should have sided with me no matter how wrong he thought I was. of which I wasn't. I recalled how Zhela accused me of trying to hurt their baby and Dean didn't say a word to defend me, and I also didn't forget how Dean had dragged me up the stairs, hurting my arm from the crazy pressure he exerted on it.

"Are you okay? Are you getting sick?" Dean had asked and if I were to hazard a guess, I would say it was the face I was giving-with each memory settling in, my face naturally expressed the emotions I was feeling.

With my teeth clenched, "Does it really matter? Just, don’t touch me" I yelled when he tried to bring the soaking cloth back to my forehead.

"What now? You see what jealousy is doing to you? You give Zhela too much attention. You...”

"I am not jealous of anyone.And stop touching me! ” I yelled pushing his hands off of me. Apparently when I asked him not to touch me, he behaved like I did not say a thing and continued with what he was doing, taking care of me by force.

"Alright" he yelled, then lifted his arms in a mock surrender. He stepped back, his hands still in the air and the rag was still with him."Are you happy now? "He had mocked.

" No, why don't you try walking out of the door and lock it behind you so we can find out l? "I derided. Dean realized that things were quickly spiraling out of control, so he stopped being childish. I also took the time to think about what he had said - the jealousy thingy.

Was I jealous? Of course, I was crazy jealous. And who wouldn’t be if they were having a baby that they weren’t even sure their husband wanted . Whilst he had made it crystal clear that he cared about his mistress's unborn child more than anything in the world.

The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to cry.And my pregnancy hormones all over the place weren’t helping de-escalate the situation. Therefore, as much as I tried to hold in the tears, they easily rolled down my cheeks in plenty.

Dean looked at me not saying a word and I found it offensive, so I took that as an opportunity to voice my frustration. How dare he keep looking at me with that extension? He clearly still believed that I was jealous of Zhela and he was right. But he didn't need to know that, right?