บททั้งหมดของ ALPHA'S RUNAWAY PREGNANT MATE: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Nala. I woke up, tired than usual. My body was so sore and huge. I was ready to have this baby. I felt like I had been pregnant for eternity. But I knew it wasn't going to be long now. It could be any minute. I sat up, confused looking around, it was dark. What time was it? Had I slept the whole afternoon? I wondered picking up my phone from the side table. That's when I saw the small note addressed to me. 'Gone out for a meeting, be back soon.' the note read. I checked my phone, it was around nine pm. I slowly got out of bed and put on my pink robe and comfy slippers and walked out of the room and headed downstairs. No one was there, or atleast that's what I thought. The whole house was quite and I kind of appreciated the silence. I was about to walk over to the refrigerator when I heard her voice from behind me. "Sit down, i will fix you something" I turned around, and there she was. Alba. "I thought you were sleeping, am sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." "No, it

Jordan. I had the longest day in the history of long days. I paced in the hallway up and down, it had been a few hours. There was so much going on in my mind I was of no help. I sat back down with my head down as I thought about my conversation before with Selena. She was alive, my wife was alive. Shouldn't I be happy, if it was true that I had a son wasn't I supposed to be happy about it. But why was I so sad. "Scooch over." i heard the voice that was still haunting me from before me. For a moment I thought I was dreaming because there was no way he was here, at the hospital. "What the fuck are you doing here? Are you following me?" I asked irritated as 8 stood up. "Following you, ofcourse not. But you didn't think my child will be born without me being there did you?" he asked sitting where I had been sitting before. "She doesn't want you here and neither do I. I don't remember calling you either so you might as well leave." "Check your phone." he said as he pressed somet

Nala. I struggled underneath the layers of fog surrounding my head. I murmured a low protest when I opened my eyes. Awareness was not what i sought. The blanket of dark, of oblivion, was what i wanted. There was nothing for me in wakefulness. My life was like one black hole of nothingness. My name was all that lingered in the confusing layers of my mind. I searched for more. Answers i needed to, questions that swarmed me every time i wakened. My past lay like a great barren landscape before me. The answers dangled beyond me, taunting me and escaping before i could reach out and take hold. I turned my head on the thin pillow, fully intending to slip back into the void of sleep when a firm hand grasped mine. Fear scurried up my spine until I remembered that i was safe and in a hospital. Still, i yanked my hand away as my chest rose and fell with my quick breaths. “You must not go back to sleep, Nala. Not yet.” The man’s voice slid across my skin, leaving warmth in its wake. Caref

Nala. Two days later, i sat nervously in a wheelchair, her fingers clutched tightly around the blanket the nurse had draped over my lap. Jordan stood to the side, listening intently as the nurse gave him the aftercare instructions for me. I had been in the hospital close to a month, I was still very much delicate from what I could cover and still need twenty four hour care. I fingered the maternity top that I was wearing in, this were the clothes I had come in the hospital with. I had come to give birth to a baby, but now I was leaving one with no baby. The nurses had all been so kind to me during my stay here, I was afraid of going home with Jordan, to me he was part of the unknown to me. I was safe in the hospital, or atleast that's what I felt. When the nurse was finished, Jordan grasped the handles of the wheelchair and began pushing me down the hallway towards the entrance. I blinked as the bright sunshine speared my vision. A sleek limousine was parked a few feet away, and

Nala. The next morning, i sat across from Jordan as he watched me eat my breakfast. He nodded approvingly when I managed to finish the omelet he had personally prepared, and he urged me to drink the glass of juice in front of me. Despite my anxiety and uncertainty, it felt good to be taken care of by this strange sexy man. Even if i wasn’t entirely sure of my place in his world. He was solicitous of me, but at the same time he seemed distant. I wasn’t sure if it was out of deference to my memory loss, and he had no wish to frighten me, or if this was simply the normal course of our relationship. I caught my bottom lip between my teeth and nibbled absently. The idea that this could be ordinary bothered me. Even though I did not have memories yet, I knew I was the kind of woman that craved for pure love, a relationship where we were best friends, but this did not seem like the relationship we had Clearly we had been thinking of a future together of I even got pregnant for him. He sa