Fire And Ice (Lost&Found Series)✔

50. OFFICIALLY PARENTS

XANDER'S POV:

I went stiff upon hearing her words.

I didn't want her to find this out just yet. She's already been stressed enough during her pregnancy, all because of me.

I clear my throat and turn around to look at her. Her face is contorted in pure horror.

"Nothing you should worry about." I shrugged nonchalantly.

"What do you mean, Xander? There are marks on your back. Whip marks and stabs. Where did you get them from? They weren't there before." she argued.

I sighed and walked to the room fully aware of the fact that she's following me and her eyes are drilling holes in my already bruised back.

"I was taken by the Russians." I told.

"WHAT?!" she shouted.

I looked over my shoulder to see her eyes wide open.

"The Mexicans helped me get out of there. It was only for a week." I explained further.

I didn't want to get into too much details.

"How?" she whisper asked.

"I was in a medically induced coma for three weeks. That's how. My body was not handling well with any sort of physical activity after that heavy drug dosage so they put me in a coma. However, in the last week, they took me by disguising themselves as nurses or doctors. Whatever." I replied.

"How did they find out?" she questioned.

"They followed." I stated.

"Should have been more careful. What did they do to you?" she asked coming in my my line of vision to stand beside me near the window.

"You can see what." I spoke looking at her.

"Don't cry, dea." I huffed.

"I-I- this is worse than mine." she stuttered.

"No its not." I stated casually.

It really was not. Her whole body was littered in faded scars and stab wounds.

I engulfed her in a hug eventually when I saw that her hiccups were not going to stop anytime soon.

"You should have told me." she whispered angrily.

"Don't start, Xenia." I growled in annoyance.

She pulled away enough to look up at my scowling face.

"Your an ass, Xander." she frowned.

"Don't sass me." I warned.

She rolled her eyes.

Smack.

"Go fuck yourself." she curses pulling away.

Smack.

"I will leave you, I promise." she threatened.

Or at least tried to.

Smack.

A hiss escaped her lips as she rubbed her sore ass cheek and stomped her feet childishly.

She froze all of a sudden putting a hand on her belly.

I frowned, "What's wrong?" I asked in concern.

"The baby kicked when you smacked my ass." she blinked up at me.

I chuckled, "The baby approves." I said smirking.

"Whatever." she huffed and walked out.

I followed her down but stopped dead in my tracks once I saw mom sitting in the living room with dad trying to calm her down.