Chapter 27: Wallowing

Sienna

Dante tells me it’s okay, that we can worry about having children at a later stage, that this does not make him love me any less… But I couldn’t help it. I felt incomplete and broken like I wasn’t a woman anymore because I could not reproduce.

“Sienna, you’re forgetting about the 20% chance your body will have. We will work this out, we will find a way. It kills me to see you like this.” Dante says as he joins me on the bed. I was still laying on my side after 14 days because my back was still tender. The stitches were starting to itch, but the doctor assured me that it was a part of the healing process. At least they were dissolvable.

I sigh and look up at the man who has come to mean so much to me.

“I know. Please allow me to wallow in my self-pity for a while, Dante. I will be okay,” I say, but I wasn’t sure if I was trying to reassure him or myself. He gives me a tight smile.

“Okay, but please do not forget if it wasn’t for you, we would all be dead right now.”

My eyes