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.”

beautiful.” He smiles, but the gesture doesn’t reach his eyes, which

other, honey. Why don’t you just tell me what’s bothering you?” I think of the despair he must have felt when

that’s all you need to

sound more alarmed

all my willpower, I pull off the sheet that covered my body and sheltered me a little from the cold. I have socks on. I feel them when my feet touch

me. You’re the one I want by my side

you sure, love? Do you really want me here? Nothing

you getting at?” I place my hands around his back, hug his body and snuggle

his voice husky. His arms are tense, his

his emotional remoteness. I try to take in words. At least I

Pregnant.

Pregnant?

I

I say it in my

know he’s waiting for a comment from me, but

Pregnant?

only going to be barely a

only been married to Darío for

What will people say?

my head against the 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

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...

His warmth soothes me.

he lets out a

His blue eyes, almost gray because they are so light, crinkle, and shrink. “What

cheeks flush from the ravenous heat that takes over my body from holding him so close. He is so beautiful, so tender, so different. I know he can’t see 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 kiss, which becomes more passionate every second. I press

His thumbs circle my cheeks; his caresses cause me to gently rub my

my lips,

get tired of this mouth, my dragonfly. You are beautiful.”

tired of it.” I press my forehead

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 wore in the morning before I knew I was going to have one hell of a

I mutter.

pregnant,” he corrects me and

find this funny?” I don’t understand.

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

it, as I was afraid of how an unplanned

right now, I’d see how pale you look, so scared you’re dying of nerves.”

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