Claimed By The Don

Ava p. o. v

It’s been almost a week now, a week of torturing and pain, up till now I’m still unable to digest or even accept the fact that I’m no longer pregnant.

It was like a dream, some bad dream, nightmare even, and I wan to wake up so badly, sadly, it’s all reality and I’m wide awake.

I blame myself for it, even if everyone says it’s not my fault, deep down I know it was my fault. If I had heed to Vince strict warning not to leave the house, this wouldn’t have happened.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

I remember when I had woke up again after the unbearable news, the pain was worst then before because now, it is not about the physical pain anymore. It’s was much more than that, it’s an emotional pain, one simply I can’t get over.

I had woke for the second time, unfortunately, the room was flooded with sunlight from the windows. And the room was filled up with my family, except one person.

I was relieved and sad at the same time, relieved, because I didn’t have to face him right away. Sad, I also wanted him here, I want to be wrapped in his arms, but after this incident, I don’t think I’ll have that luxury.

This might be the end of us, it hurts to think about it but it was also true, I don’t think Vince will still want me after I have lost the baby.

My eyes willed up with tears, hot pool of tears stream down my cheeks. I face away from all the pitiful gazes, I don’t want any pity, because I was the cause of it to begin with.

“Ava don’t blame yourself.” It’s was Kara that spoke, breaking the tensed silence. The others saw that as an opportunity to voiced out their sympathetic advise.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I asked them to leave, with the need to stay alone and to digest everything. However, Marco didn’t leave with the others, instead he climbed onto the bed and crawl over me, he sat on the bed facing me.

“Mom, don’t cry,” Marco told me wiping the tears away from my face, “you are going to make me cry too.” His eyes were welled up with unshed tears, I reach out and pulled him down, so we lay down together while I still cry uncontrollably.

I was scared of one thing at that time, how was I going to face Vince, by not knowing how he will react about losing the baby, or Maybe he has already took his decision.

Am I going to lose him too?

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By now I have gotten the answer I seek, not once has Vince come here to see me, I didn’t even get a glimpse of him. Whenever I asked about him, it’s one excuse or the other.

It’s either, “He must be busy.” Or “He must be busy.” It’s always this the same stupid excuse, which have brought me to a realisation, a painful one too.

He was avoiding me.

I don’t know why, but who wouldn’t know. After all I had lost the baby he worked so hard for, it now seem as if I deliberately lost the baby.

But anyone in my place would have done what I did, I can’t just seat by and watch the child I’ve grown attached to getting hurt, while protecting the unborn one.

I took in a few deep breaths, calming my nerves. I will have to face him today, we need a long talk or at least he should man up and come to me.

To tell me his decision, if I’m still in or not.

But deep down, after losing this child, I know Vince wouldn’t want me in his life anymore. I walk out of the bathroom in the hospital room, which I went in to change from this irritating hospital dress.

Right now, my body has healed completely and I’m back to my normal self, except the pending meeting with Vince. My Mom stood up as she saw me walk out from the bathroom, she picked up the backpack they brought with necessity for me.

“Let’s go, Lola must be waiting for us outside.” Mom informed, my mother in law went out to do the paperwork earlier. I gave a simple nod, and followed Mom out.

“Ava, are you okay?” Mom asked as we walk down the hallway, I raised an eyebrow at her. “I mean, you be seeing Vincenzo again, are you ready for it. I know he hasn’t been visiting you for these past few days, but it doesn’t mean he didn’t care. He might be busy.” I rolled my eyes, Busy, that’s the only excuse they give, I’m so tired of hearing it.

I don’t speak much these days, speaking only when I feel necessary. So I just gave her a reassuring smile, I know Vince like the back of my hand, he can’t be too busy to come see me.

He just doesn’t want to, and I have come to terms with the fact that he does not want to see me. It hurts, like hell but I just have to deal with it.

We met up with my mother in law at the lobby, she immediately came to my side. She caress my face tenderly like my Mom do, she smile lovingly.

“It’s good to finally have you back home.”  She pulled me down a little, placing a kiss on my forehead.

It’s good to be back home, but for how long was I going to stay, I’m even considering if I should go back to my previous apartment, but remembering what that has got us into in the first I decide against.

“Me too.” I responded with a small smile, I’m genuinely happy that I’m going home, to be back with my family again. It’s get bored staying at the hospital, even when they come for visits.

Plus, I’m secretly wishing to see Vince waiting for me at home, with open arms. And showering kisses on me, telling me how bad he has missed me, but little did I know that my wish is far from being fulfilled.