All Chapters of Pregnant Virgin (Darling please don't leave): Chapter 51 - Chapter 56

Sara Hayes' POVIt was 1:30 AM when the thirst finally became unbearable enough to drag me out of bed.I padded quietly down the hallway toward the kitchen, my bare feet cold against the marble floor, my mind still half-tangled in the exhausting weight of everything that had happened over the last twenty-four hours. Between the arrest, the confrontation with Margaret, and Damian's brutal clarity in his study earlier that evening, sleep had come in fragments, shallow and restless.I was halfway across the landing when I heard a loud noise.Bang!!!The front door, somewhere below, slammed hard enough that I nearly dropped the glass in my hand.My heart lurched into my throat."Thomas," I called out softly, assuming it was him, "you shouldn't scare me like that."No response.I moved toward the staircase, my nerves prickling with unease, and as I reached the top of it, I saw Damian.He was bent over near the entrance to the sitting room, one hand braced against the wall, the other presse

Damian Kade's POVI had barely reached the bottom of the stairs when my mother was on me."Damian!""Damian!" she gasped, her voice trembling, She reached out, her manicured fingers gripping my forearms checked and caught my face between her hands, turning it left, then right, searching my skin for any trace of my allergies."My god, how are you? I heard what happened yesterday. How did this happen? Why are you so careless with your health? Do you have any idea how dangerous those allergies are?" you understand that? Thomas called me again four in the morning, and all he could tell me was that you'd had a reaction and he was dealing with it. How did it happen? Where were you? Who was there? Why were you so careless? You know better than anyone what happens if a woman gets within an arm's length of you. What if it had been worse? What if your throat had closed in that car and you were alone? What if Thomas hadn't been awake? What if the medication hadn't worked? Damian? My only son, my

Sara Hayes' POVThe car moved smoothly through traffic, the city blurring past the window in streaks of grey and gold, but I couldn't make myself look at it. I kept looking at Damian instead, unable to help it, still trying to reconcile the man sitting beside me with the one who had sat across from me in his study the night before, dismantling every hope I had.He finally noticed."What," he said, not unkindly, though there was a faint edge of exasperation in it. "You've been staring at me since we left the house. It's a little unsettling. Just ask whatever it is you clearly want to ask."I took a breath, my fingers twisting together in my lap."What happened to you yesterday," I said. "You really scared me. If you don't want to talk about it, you can tell me, and I'll drop it."Something shifted in his expression. Not the familiar shutter I expected, the cold retreat he used whenever a conversation ventured too close to anything real. Instead, his face softened, just slightly, and he