Chapter 53

Michael's POV

It's been four hours since I've seen my sweetheart. Is she okay? I'm worried for her.

I should have kissed her beautiful lips. I should have told her how much I love her and how badly I yearn for her. I should have been more forthcoming about the baby. I should have kissed and caressed her stomach. I should have told my child that I love him or her.

I sigh and stare up at the ceiling. Too many should haves.

I close my tired eyes. I've been up since five this morning. My routine everyday since Alondra's left me has been:

Get up, think about her. Get ready, think about her. Write lyrics, think about her. Anything I see or do reminds me of her.

Like today. I was listening to 'I Just Can't Stop Loving You' and the first kiss we shared came into my head.

She is such a part of me. She's changed me. And I need her. Heaven knows that I need her.

"Mike!" Janet rushes to me.

"What is it Dunk," I ask, unenthusiastically.

"Lon's done with her surgery, she's asleep right now."

My heart naturally unclenches in my chest when I quietly enter the room which holds my two babies.

Alondra's hooked up to machines by the nurses and has a tube in her mouth. Her chest rises and falls at a slow rate.

"Is she alright?" I ask the nurse, still staring at my sweetheart's sleeping face.

"She's good. We've been checking on her with these machines. Her vital signs are normal, and the tube in her mouth is to help her breathe. She won't be needing it that long though. And she might be asleep for an hour, maybe two."

I notice that her wrists are tied down with wires connected to them. "What about her wrists?"

"She'll be confused when she wakes up. By tying her wrists down she won't accidentally pull out any wires or tubes."

I nod. "I'm so happy that she's alright."

The nurse pats my shoulder. "We all are. And, I know its none of my business, but you should marry her. She truly seems like a keeper."

With that she smiles and walks out of the room, leaving me with the only girl I care about.

I glance around the room. While Alondra was in the operating room, many people stopped by and gave her 'wishing you well' gifts.

Stuffed teddy bears and bunnies, cards and beautiful flowers decorate the hospital room. I can't wait for her to see all this.

Without doubt, the fact that she's in the hospital is worldwide news. What people don't know is that she's pregnant. But I know that secret won't last.

I want to tell her the deep thoughts I think about her.

"Baby. I know you're asleep right now, and all that's important to me is your safety. You're my priority, and our baby. My responsibility. You are both first in my heart. Sweetheart, I don't need anyone to tell me that I seriously screwed up. That disgusting thing that I said, it wasn't like me and you know that. Well, I hope you do. Alondra, sweetie, you are my hope. You're my love. As far as I'm concerned, you are still my girlfriend. And in my heart I want you to be more. I want you to be my wife. No, not because you're pregnant. It won't be a shotgun wedding, baby. It's because I love you and I always have, and I want to spend my life with you. It would be too much of a blessing for you to be with me. I don't want you just to have a title. Marriage is action, companionship, friendship, love. Honey, you're my best friend. I want all of this behind us, let's get back to our imperfect perfection. You're such an amazing soul. So gorgeous, beautiful, unreal. I want our child to be most like you. It doesn't matter to me if you can't hear my right now. Because Heaven knows how I feel, and what I've said here today. And I have a feeling you can hear me too."

I smile and take a seat next to her bed, scooting toward her.

"Now let me kiss my future wife's lips."

I gently kiss the corner of her mouth before pulling away. "Irresistible, girl, I swear."

"And I haven't forgotten about you, my little one." I smile wider and kiss Alondra's belly. "I'm waiting for the glorious day I get to hold you. Daddy loves you."

"I've talked too much, haven't I," I chuckle softly. "Sleep, baby, sleep. You need your rest."

--

About an hour later, she opens her eyes. I've been staring at her the whole time. A true angel.

The nurses came in earlier and removed the breathing tube, saying it's done its job and her breathing is normal.

"Sweetie," I whisper, "Sweetheart. How are you doing?"

She doesn't answer me. Her eyes look lazy, and she won't look at me.

I perch on the side of her bed and kiss her hand. They're clammy and cool.

"Alondra, can you talk?"

Once I ask the question, I feel foolish. Of course she can't, Michael, she just had heart surgery.

"Can you hear me? Look at me if you can, love." I say.

After a long pause, her eyes fall on me. I smile and play with her fingers.

"How are you feeling? Are you good? Blink if you're feeling okay."

She processes what I say and then blinks. "You are so strong, my beauty," I kiss the side of her ear.

"If it's not too much, I need to know the answer to some questions Alondra," I say quietly.

She holds my gaze which tells me she hears me.

"I know that this whole thing is my fault. I'm so sorry for everything, everything baby. Do you forgive me?"

She blinks, and my heart flutters.

"Thank you sweetheart, you won't regret it. And another thing," I say, trying to swallow the lump in my throat, "do you love me again?"

She just looks at me. And I know she heard me. She closes her eyes and I pray that she would open them again. But she didn't. I broke down into tears.

She can't see my cry, I won't show her that I'm weak. I cover my face with my hands and continue to sob. Why am I so washed over with raw emotion?Here's a hint. Because she doesn't love you back anymore.

Then, I hear her sweet voice put together my name with slight difficulty. "Michael."

Alondra's POV

Hearing Michael cry is the worst thing for anyone to ever hear. I had never heard him cry before today, and Heaven knows I don't ever want to. Its like a shot of depression.

He's never cried in front of me. He's turned his back? Why? It's tearing me apart, it is.

"Michael."

His sad sobs quiet down, but he keeps his hands over his face. "Y-yes?"

"Come... here."

He hides his face in his elbow and walks to my bed.

"Get...in."

"But Alondra, I might-"

"P-lease... get... in." I say again.

He sighs and lays on the bed next to me, hiding his face in my neck.

"I don't blame you at all. I guess I screwed up beyond repair."

His voice tells me that he doesn't believe himself.

"You... can cry... in front of me," I croak.

He just shakes his head and starts to kiss my neck softly. "But I love you, I love you. Love." He keeps repeating.

I close my eyes and take a breath. It's crazy, life. And insanely unpredictable.

"I'm... I'm gonna ask you again, baby. Do you love me again?"

Minutes pass by. Then I answer. "I... never stopped."

This makes him cry even harder.

Heaven knows that I love this man. Without even a sliver of doubt.

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Chapter 53

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