Work Out || Florian Munteanu x OC story

Chapter 5

Warnings: child death, unprotected sex (wrap it up!)

It was 3 am, dark and eerily quiet. Only the sound of my Sunter oscillating floor fan being on, and Florian's occasionally snoring, could be heard. He took my offer on staying at my condo, instead of a hotel when he'd come to New York. Missing him from going back and forth from here to Munich, Germany, did some things to me. I never felt like this in a while about someone.

Only thing I could see in the dark from the moon, peaking through the window shades, was my big brown bear with an 'I Wuv You' pillow attached to it. Florian has shipped it to me from visiting his family.

He's done something to brighten up my life, that I didn't think needed to be brighten up. I couldn't sleep. I could never sleep around 3 am and there's a reason for that.

It had been a couple months or so, nearly in March now with the spring weather, and things were starting to look up a bit. That is until the gut wrenching moments with Jake happened. The bad memories came flooding back and the nightmares became worse, and worse. It came at least once or twice a month, but now they're more frequent.

Around this same time I'd have the same recurring nightmare: me losing my baby girl at just 16 weeks. I let the dream play out this time. Normally I'd wake up in different scenes.

I was at work with a client and my phone rang to a news flash. Typical news about politics, and crazy folks. At the time time Jake and I weren't on speaking terms due to his infidelity. I went home that day, around noon, to an infuriated Jake.

"Where the hell have you been?!" He yelled in my face,'I could smell the alcohol on his breath. This wasn't the first time I say him this frustrated.

This time it was his job at a restaurant; he got fired, again. He always blames me for his misfortunes when I've been holding him up. I've been there for him time and time again.

"At work. Where else would a 3 ½ month pregnant lady be? I have bills to pay Jacob, and a baby to feed soon." Apparently he didn't like the hint of attitude in my voice, because the next thing I knew I was being thrown against a wall with force.

The wind was knocked out of me; my throat was sore from screaming and he was in my face.

"You know where you need to be at all times. You are MINE, and no one else's."

"We're separated remember? Or did you forget?! Hey out of my face and out of my house now." I pushed passed him, on my way upstairs, till I felt an even more powerful force push me down. I had landed on my stomach, the pain was too much to bear.

I froze in place, crying and praying to the heavens, hoping that my little Angelique would be alright.

"Geneva? Oh my god, please come on baby." Jake was frantic, picking me up and taking me to the car. Making our way to the hospital I was in too much shock to love around.

Several hours later of being in the room, the doctor gave em the final verdict. It was too much damage to be done for my baby. I was stunned. Too traumatized to even move. The doctor gave us some time to ourselves, after the procedure was done.

Jake reaches out to touch my hand and I draw back from him.

"Don't. Touch. Me." I seethed through my teeth, not even glancing in his general direction. I could tell he grew impatient with me, by the way he yanked my head to face him.

"If you weren't so disobedient, we'd have a baby soon. But you just had to defy me and get hurt. I thought you loved me, Geneva."

"I do. But you make- you're blaming this on me? You're blaming the death of our baby on me?!" My anger surfaced as my parents walked through the door.