Miracles of Love (Soy Luna Pregnancy series)

36. Simbar - Fight and win together

Author's Note: Hi, everyone! I'd like to greet you by reading new chapter about Simón and Ámbar. Thank you so much for the reads and also for enjoying this fanfiction and joining me along the way. Next week you can look forward to Lutteo chapter, so make sure you don't miss it, if you're interested ;) Have a nice day and never stop dreaming! :)

-----11 years and 4 months after the end of season 3-----

Simón was searching systematically through all of the rooms in the mansion for his favourite T-shirt and couldn't find it anywhere. So he decided to ask Ámbar if she knew something about it. To his eternal surprise he couldn't find her either.

He tried their unborn son's room, the closet, the living room, but Ámbar wasn't in any of them. That's when Simón really started to worry. 

He called. "Ámbar? Honey! Where are you?" In that moment he finally spotted open door to their bedroom. He stepped in, praying hard that he would find his eight month pregnant wife in there, and looked around the room.

He knitted his eyebrows in confusion when he didn't find her lying on their bed, neither on the couch. He muttered. "Ámbar, where are you?"

"Right next to you!" He heard her saying suddenly. So he looked around the room more carefully and started laughing.

She was lying on the floor, her big baby bump was so large that he couldn't see her face and her legs were lifted above her head and placed on the wall in front of her.

Simón asked amusedly. "May I know why you have your legs lifted and propped up to the wall?" His laugh was still bubbling inside of his throat.

Ámbar opened her eyes and sighed. "I was really uncomfortable on the couch in every position and I felt like if I don't do something with it quickly, I'm going to lose my nerves and patience.

Samu didn't let me sleep in the night, he was moving inside of me almost constantly. I slept three hours in the night.

When I finally fell asleep in the garden, my granddad had decided that he would play golf. He was cheering himself so much that he woke me up.

I've got backache and don't even let me start talking about my legs, they are so sore that I can't stand up." She finished her whining monologue and closed her eyes again.

Simón was used to it, because Ámbar was complaining about the pregnancy pains every so often. But still it couldn't change Simón's feeling of guilt that hit him every time when his beloved wife was suffering and complaining about it.

He knelt besided her and carressed her cheek. She opened her eyes slowly, waiting for him to speak up.

Simón took a deep breath and asked carefully. "Ámbar, honey, aren't you excited of having our first baby, our son?" It was really worrying him, the thought of Ámbar possibly regretting her decision.

She smiled tiredly. "Of course I am excited, Simón! Why wouldn't I be? It's our son." But then she got more serious. She admitted quietly, ashamed of herself.

"Am I selfish when all I'm scared of is giving birth? Is it egoistic of me that I'm really scared of the pain? I've read that it hurts really much, more than losing the virginity. I have never experienced a pain as strong as when I was first intimate with a boy. This is going to be worse.

I feel so guilty for not being strong and for not being excited of holding our son in my arms for the first time. I think only about myself and the pain. Say it, Simón. 

You married a horrible person that is going to be a terrible mother, because she is scared to death from giving birth. I'm so selfish, oh God." A tear escaped out of her eye and was quickly followed by another one.

She had placed her hand over her big belly, carressed it and sobbed. "I'm sorry, Sami. I'm the worst mother you could ever get. I'm not brave, I'm not strong, damn it, I'm not even caring. And you deserve so much better than what I can give you, honey." She sobbed desperately.

Simón looked at her in concern and hugged her tightly. With his one hand he was stroking her hair softly and kissed her forehead, trying to sooth her.

He said lovingly. "Ámbar, stop saying those things. I don't like it because it's not true." She looked up at him with teary eyes.

Simón smiled at her encouragingly and continued. 

"Ámbar, you're the strongest person I have ever met. You're going to be a great mom, I'm completely sure about that. You love Sam, I know it. And if you love him, you care about him, which means you are caring.

Besides, you have so much strength that you could hand it out. You've been through a lot of horrible things in your life and it's obvious that you're scared of the pain. It's normal. Everyone is scared, because you have never experienced it before. Even I am scared of it and do you know why?" he asked her with an urgency in his voice. She shook her head. She wasn't crying anymore.

Simón looked her deeply in the eyes, so she could see the depth of his emotions. "I'm scared because I will watch you suffering and I won't be able to help you and ease your pain. But I know that you're going to make it, because you're so strong and I'm really proud of you.

I'll stand by you and we'll be together. It's going to be worth it.

I love you, Ámbar. Always remember it. And I would never think of you as an egocentric or selfish person, because I know you're not like that."

Ámbar smiled and finally relaxed in his arms. Simón lied himself down on the floor with her. Ámbar snuggled up to him and said. 

"I love you, Simón. Thank you for always encouraging me and believing in me. I would give up loads of times if I didn't have you." Simón smiled. "That's why I am here. And I'll always be there."

Ámbar turned her head slowly and found her lips only centimetres away from Simón's. She closed the gap between them and pressed her lips onto Simón's soft ones lovingly.

When their lips parted, she smiled and held her baby bump.

Few moments later, Simón fell asleep next to her. Ámbar carressed her baby bump and whispered lovingly.

"Sami, can you hear me? It's me, your mom. I'm looking forward to meet you, even though I will have to go through a terrible pain because of it. But it's worth it.

I love you. And I promise to you that I'll do my best to be a good mom. I used to think I was perfect. I'm not. There are too many mistakes about me and about my decisions I had make in the past. Too many for forgiving or forgetting.

But I promise that I will love you the best that I can. I'm not going to give up. We'll overcome every problem that would cross our way. And we'll be always together.

Have a rest, my little lad. And know that I'll always be there when you're scared, happy or even sad. I will always hold you, support you and help you. No matter where you are, no matter where you go, I'll be always waiting for you to come home and I will always love you.

I'll be there to lead you out of every fear and to help you out of any problem. We'll fight and win it together, along with your dad. We're here and we'll always be."

Simón smiled, because he was still half awake. He knew that Ámbar wouldn't give up and he was eternally grateful for finally seeing her true self, because for him, she was amazing.