Runaway Bride

Chapter 32 Light sleep

“Are you sure?” asks my husband.

Sure about what?

I blink several times. Am I asleep?

Slowly I regain my memory. Memories come flooding back and fill my head. I fainted! I’ve never had anything like that happen to me before. I’m pretty strong. I usually am.

I remember Dawson’s arms carrying me as if I weighed less than a feather, Darío’s concern...

Teresa. My sister suddenly comes to my mind.

Lucian!

Oh, no!

I try to open my eyes, but the damn things won’t cooperate.

“Hello, beautiful dragonfly.” Darío sits down next to me. The bed sinks gently under his weight. “Go easy. It’s all right.”

“Darío...” my voice is hoarse, my tongue heavy in my mouth, and I feel a haze in my throat, almost as if it’s been days since I last spoke. “What.... what happened?” I inquire, though I know my last conscious thought was the fainting, the bed, and the brothers discussing whether or not to call the emergency room.

It’s all so confusing to me.

I shudder under the sheet. I finish opening my eyes as wide as my heavy eyelids will allow.

“You’re in the clinic, love. You passed out. You scared the hell out of me. For a moment, we thought you’d fallen asleep, but when Dawson tried to wake you up... God! You nearly scared me to death.”

“I’m s-sorry, my darling,” I murmured weakly. “What happened to me?” I blink several times in a row. My body is weak. I feel it by how it shivers and shakes from the mere wind coming through the open door.

“You’re anemic,” he answers as he runs his hand through his hair. He doesn’t look at me. He doesn’t because, ultimately, he can’t see me.

I watch the door where a draft of cold air blows in. Dawson is not around, and I don’t want to bother Darío, who I know will get up and try to close it, but he doesn’t know this place. The last thing I feel like doing is making him feel useless, as he often repeats, given his condition.

“Anemia?” I’ve never been a sick woman. I have no trouble eating or taking vitamins.

“Yes, beautiful. The doctor has been kind enough to prescribe some vitamins for you to take.” But, with his tone of voice and the way he wrings his hands nervously, I get the hint that something is wrong with him.

I sit up as best I can on the bed until I manage to stick my back against the headboard. I have an IV placed in my right hand. Am I that bad that I need to be channeled?

“Darío,” I place my IV hand on his shoulder and make him turn towards my voice, “what’s wrong love? You seem thoughtful... distant.”

smiles, but the gesture doesn’t reach his eyes, which makes

of the despair he must have felt when I fainted

that’s all you

you going?” I sound more alarmed

off the sheet that covered my body and sheltered me a little from the

else to be with me. You’re the one I want by my side

you really want me

you getting at?” I place my hands around his back, hug his body and snuggle in. Then, slowly, he brings his arms up and around mine.

His arms

I try to take in

Pregnant.

Pregnant?

am I

say it in my mind, I

know he’s waiting for a comment from me, but nothing comes

Pregnant?

going to be

married to Darío for a

What will people say?

wall for even thinking about what people will say. Are they going to support my son? Will they be the ones buying milk and diapers? I don’t care about anyone but

it’s too soon and that... that’s not how we planned it...” My husband, such a blunt and honest man, so straightforward and always speaking his mind no matter if others disagree, is nervous. Not only that, but he is also anxious. “I don’t want to pressure you... I mean... I don’t want to impose on you to... to carry my son...

His warmth soothes me.

breathing slows, and he lets out a

so light, crinkle, and shrink. “What do

me, can’t realize how in love and captivated he has me, so I reach up and kiss him. His lips open. I take the opportunity to insert my tongue and deepen the

my cheeks; his caresses cause me to gently rub my hips against his body, which reacts quickly, and I feel his

my lips,

will never get tired of this

don’t want you to get tired of it.” I

feel our hearts beating next to each other. His warmth is enough to forget the cold that recently bothered me. I’m wearing the same light yellow plaid dress I

pregnant,” I mutter.

and lets

you laughing? Really? Do you find this

upset about the pregnancy. I thought he wasn’t ready to have another

his experience was somewhat tricky. Even realizing the delay with my period, I didn’t want to consider it, as I was afraid of how an unplanned baby might affect our relationship

how pale you look, so scared you’re dying of nerves.”

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