Book 2✔️ Between The Mafias

8. The one with the doctor visit

We arrived at Leonardo's place hours later. His wound had been attended to by his doctor. Despite his condition, the man made sure that I was okay. He had one of his house staff to escort me back to my room as he regrouped with his men. I felt terrible, but I managed to clean myself and change my clothes.

He must've seen the light under my door cause it was past midnight when Leonardo knocked on my door. He was checking up on me by bringing me a cup of tea. Well, it was his house staff who carried the tray of hot tea and a jar of cookies. He simply instructed the younger woman to place the tray on the coffee table as he sat on the sofa and put his phone face-down, and he waited for me to join him in the small seating area.

"It'll help you get settled and sleep." He said the moment his house staff closed the door behind her.

"For you and the baby," he reminded me.

"For my baby. Yes, of course." I nodded as I added a spoonful of sugar and milk to my tea.

I got my baby to think about.

My baby.

I gave the singular possession to the word and it didn't sit well with me. Deep down I wanted it to be ours. Mine and Max's. Even though I was upset over Max.

Leonardo didn't stay long. After I convinced him that was going to be okay, he left me to rest. I settled back into bed and pondered about all the things that had happened that evening. It didn't take long before my mind wondered, thinking that I was just as bad as Max. If not worse. It wasn't long ago that Leo had kissed me and I kissed him back.

I was worse than Max. Yet, it was me who called him out. It was me who easily blamed him. I missed him. I missed him so bad and I hated being away from him. I didn't even know why I was so fast in blaming him.

My chest hurt as I cried quietly, sobbing, wetting the pillow. I didn't know guilt, jealousy, and heartbreak could feel so bad. I was suffering. I felt so sad that I cried through the rest of the night. I just wanted him to be with me.

Why can't anything ever go easy for me?

The hurt I felt for Max was way worse than being left behind by Aaron, despite I was with Aaron way longer than Max. I was feeling love, guilt, insecurities, and jealousy, all tangled into one. I didn't want Max to be with Anischska, but I hated that he might and there was nothing that I could do about it. The fact that I saw him on top of Anischska, almost kissing her, made my fear come true.

I didn't want Leonardo. I didn't want anyone else. Max. I only wanted Max. However, after what I saw, I realized that the man that I loved might not want me as much.

I looked at the clock. It was almost four in the morning. I was tired and my eyes were warm from too much crying. I felt my limbs were so sluggish when I  sat up slowly before getting out of bed. I winced when I felt a slight pain in my lower back. I hissed in pain as I scooted over to the edge of the bed.

"Please...please be good," I whispered hoping my body would listen to me. I needed to get to the adjoining bathroom. I needed to empty my bladder before going back to sleep. I was tired. Too damn tired and I was ready to sleep my sadness away.

"No...no...no," I whimpered in pain as I washed my hands after I was done. I tried to take a deep calming breath when I suddenly felt a definite jolt of pain running down my stomach. It felt like someone had stabbed my bladder with a very sharp knife.

My scream got loud when I saw a few drops of blood on the white bathroom floor between my legs.

"It hurts! Fuck! Leonardo, what's happening to me?" I demanded the second he was in front of me. The man had barged into my room and went straight to the adjoining bathroom when he heard me scream. Thankfully I didn't lock it, thinking it was only me who stayed in the room.

Leonardo was in front of me. His hand was on mine while his other hand pulled out his phone and started yelling in Italian. The doctor arrived within minutes. He checked my vitals and talked to Leonardo. I didn't understand what the doctor was saying, but the man looked concerned. Very concerned.

What the fuck? Is it the baby?

"Leo? What is it?"

"We need to get you to the hospital now. Come on, let's go." He was about to take my hand when I felt it. The pinched, it felt like my womb was being twisted from the inside. Seconds later I felt the wetness between my thighs. I could feel them seeping through my panties.

No...no...no...Fuck NO!

I knew it. Deep down I knew it. I wrapped my arms around my stomach and sobbed. The doctor conversed with Leonardo. He looked down to my exposed legs and I instantly followed his gaze. That was when I saw the blood. Leonardo quickly swooped me into his arms and carried me to the car. Matteo and the driver filled the front seats.

Leo was with me and held my hand from the second we arrived at the hospital throughout the examination. The doctor explained what happened. She expressed her condolences and explained gently that I had a miscarriage and that I lost the baby. I cried and refused Leonardo's embrace. He seemed to understand as he kept his distance.

It was all on me. It was my fault. I couldn't take care of our baby. Now that the baby was gone, there would be no more excuse for Max to be with me. I cried for the inevitable. The love of my life was going to leave me.

My mind was fuzzy when the doctor informed me that I had to undergo a surgical procedure because I had heavy bleeding. She told me I'd need a dilation and curettage to remove the rest of the tissue so I wouldn't get an infection. She explained that I would be under regional anesthesia. I just nodded. I signed all the needed paperwork and wheeled to the operating room in no time.

Leo put his hand on mine, and I abruptly pulled back. He looked hurt, but I felt even worse. Maybe it was for the best. Max deserved someone better than me. Leonardo would be better off without me, too. I'd done this to myself. I'd done this to our baby.

I barely heard when Leonardo said that he would wait for me in the waiting room. I wanted to say that he should go home but I was too damn tired.

My mind drifted off when I saw doctors and nurses in scrubs. I didn't have the energy to cope with what was going to happen to me. The hurt in my chest was almost as painful if not more. I could feel my tears falling down my cheeks as my eyes got heavy and one of the doctors

told me that they were starting with the procedure.

I'm so sorry Max.

I'm tired. So damn tired.

*****

Angelica: Aww...Ivan, please be careful.

Amber: Angie, you're missing the point here. We're here for Emilie.

Amanda: Exactly. Emi, honey...please be okay. We love you ❤️