Fire And Ice (Lost&Found Series)✔

49. UNRAVELING THE TRUTH, ALMOST (2)

XENIA'S POV:

"Xenia, stop being a brat!" he yelled following me to the kitchen.

"Zitto, Xander! Zitto!" I said exasperatedly.

(Shut Up, Xander. Shut up!)

"You can't run away like a shy girl who just got her hymen broken." he groaned.

I huffed and turned around crossing my arms on my chest. His eyes fell on my breasts and instantly darkened.

"You're such a pervert." I scoffed.

"Sta 'zitto! Sono miei." he retorted.

(Shut up! They're mine.)

"I hate you." I spat.

"That's not what you said last night." he smirked cockily.

"That's exactly what I said." I said getting annoyed.

"You're pregnant ass is fucking hard to deal with." he complained.

"Well, good thing you weren't here for most of the part." I replied.

As soon as those words escaped my mouth, I knew I have hit a nerve. His eyes became cold and face, blank.

"And I said that I can explain. And I will explain." he gritted out.

His eyes raked over my body once again and stopped on my belly. He took slow steps towards me as if gauging my reaction but I stood still.

He bent on his knees and kissed my stomach, "I am so sorry, baby. I hope you can forgive me for my absence because your mama can't. And I need you to know that whatever I did was to ensure my family's protection. Your protection. It was a backup plan. I love you so much." he whispered and kissed it one more time.

I felt the baby kick and I gasped. He looked up at me in confusion and I placed his hands on my stomach where the baby kicked two more time.

He gazed at my belly in awe as if he could see right through it. He kissed my hand that was placed atop of his.

"Thank you." he whispered.

A small smiled teased the edges of my lips and I nodded at him. He got up and started making waffles for breakfast since I absolutely hates eggs and bacon these days.

My last trip to the doctor went pretty emotional. I found out the gender and it's a boy. I am so happy for a little Xander. Although I wish there was a little Xenia too but I feel blessed enough already.

"Here you go." he said placing a plate full of waffles in front of me.

I dug in immediately and moaned at the taste.

God, I loved whipped cream.

"Stop." Xander growled lowly.

I rolled my eyes and continued eating. A harsh slap landed on my ass making me drop the fork in the plate with a loud clink.

"Don't roll your eyes at me." he warned.

I was tempted to defy but thought better of it.

After breakfast, he picked me up and took us to the living room. Resting his back against the couch, he put me on his lap and stretched his legs.

"Don't even for a second think that you're forgiven, Xander Seth Knight. Five months, you put me through a loss that wasn't even mine to begin with. That shouldn't even have happened in the first place. You told me to trust you, to confide you in yet you went behind my back to make a backup plan. You put me through all this shit knowing so well that I don't have it in me to mourn another grave, another loss. Your loss. You did it fully aware of the fact that I was pregnant with your child. I buried you, Xander. It hurt so fucking much! Do you know how it feels like? To see your life being ripped away from you once again? To witness the lowering of their casket? To see the ground swallow them? To walk out alone and feeling cold? To crave for their warmth? To have everyone but not them? To go crazy to a point where you can inhale their scent yet they're not with you anymore? To slap a best friend because they ripped them away from you? To think that the child will never know who their father was? Everywhere you go, everything you touch or see, they're right there. I was so out of control that I thought I smelled you but it was Asher. I slapped him because he separated you from me to calm me down. I didn't leave our room for two whole months. I made your parents cry. I was so close to falling in the same dark pit that I lived in two years ago. I hate you, Xander. I hate myself because even after everything, I love you so much that it physically pains me. I fucking hate you for making me so miserable and vulnerable without you. I hate you because without you, I am nothing. You complete me. You're my other half. But what do you know? You faked your own death!" I exclaimed.