The doctor had set the date of the procedure a week after my first visit. My appointment day had arrived and Alvaro said he would pick me up from work because my boss refused to give me the day off. Julia said she'd cover for me when she got out of school since she was picking up extra shifts. Her dad lost his job and I didn't mind working fewer hours so she can earn a little extra. I was anxious. I read on the internet how the process went and it seemed simple enough, nothing to be too afraid of. It was just carrying a baby for nine months that concerned me and then the rest of that baby's life. Motherhood was a big responsibility. It wasn't like having a goldfish. I killed all my goldfish due to my neglecting them. There were some days I forgot to feed them and then there was never time to clean the tank. I couldn't do that with a baby, I wouldn't but there was this part of me that felt like I wasn't good enough to be a parent. Some people were meant to be parents while others w

I got dressed for work. I put on my jeans and I put the money I had in my bag. I deliberately left my phone on my pillow for what I was about to do. He could trace me with the phone and I didn't want to be found. My plan was clear and even though it wasn't England it was still considered a safe haven compared to this place. I had come to terms with a decision last night when Mateo left my room. I couldn't sleep knowing what I was going to do today. It was short notice and I would never just leave on a dime without proper preparation but it felt like the walls were closing in on me the longer I stayed here.I left my room to see Alvaro leaning against the wall, opposite my door. I ignored him and carried on walking to the stairs. "Jane," he called and I walked faster. "I didn't expect things to go that way yesterday," he tried to explain. "You didn't expect to get caught," I said and he went silent. "Jane please, just let me explain why." I stopped turning around to face him. "I

Jane's POV I woke up to the smell of something potently sweet lingering in the air. It was day two of living with my grandmother and it seemed her newfound purpose was feeding me. She complained saying I was too skinny and needed to have my energy for when it came time to deliver. I drew my curtains and opened the window allowing the sweet air into the room. My body quivered in delight, welcoming the fresh air into my oxygen stream.My grandmother was excited about having a great-grandchild and I didn't realize before that I wasn't only making abuelo a great-grandfather. I was making my parent's grandparents as well. "You're such a sweetie," I heard my grandmother say to someone and I heard a man chuckle.I went over to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I had been using my grandmother's clothes. It was baggy on me and very freeing. The best thing about living here as a kid was that I could stay in PJs all day. It's not like it was any different when I lived on my own but here it

Warning this chapter contains sensitive topics about the complications of pregnancy. I have tried not to be graphic. Alvaro's POV I woke up with her cuddled to my chest. She was so small against my lengthy body. I pushed the hair out of her face. My life was never going to be the same again. Abuelo was a smart man. I was never going to be the boss. She had power over me with the child she was carrying. It's exactly what I was afraid of. I couldn't hide from her. She needed me and if I could make her think otherwise about the kind of man I was I know she wouldn't try to run from me again. She pressed herself further into me. Do angels see the good in everyone even if they were beyond redemption. "Alvaro," she whispered, nuzzling her face into my chest. I was too fascinated by her to move away. "I'm right here, angel," I whispered. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me. She seemed confused at first her brows knitting together as her lips came to a small frown. At s

I got dressed in the adjourning bathroom. The white bikini was more revealing than I initially thought. I should have settled for more than just a picture of Alvaro in his pink Hawaiian shirt. He knocked on the door. "Are you coming out anytime soon, sweetheart?" He asked cockily. "Because I'm already dressed." "Um, just a second," I called back, pulling and tugging on the one piece. Why would they make something like this for swimming. "You can't stay in there forever. Just say you change your mind and I won't call you a chicken for backing out." "I'm not a chicken," I whispered. "Are you sure?" He asked and I was surprised he heard me. I stepped out of the bathroom and as he promised he was wearing the pink shirt. "You look great in pink," I said and his raked over my body. He blinked twice before looking up at my face. "And you should put this on," he said handing me my throw over. I put the short beach cover-up on fastening it on in the front. "I thought you wanted