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

tell me what’s bothering you?” I think of the despair he must have felt when I fainted

all you need to worry about right now.”

you going?” I sound more alarmed

your side?” his question makes no sense to me, so with difficulty and all my willpower, I pull off the sheet that covered my body and sheltered me a little from the cold. I have socks

with me. You’re the one I want by my side always.”

you really want me here? Nothing will change

I place my hands around his back, hug his body and snuggle in. Then, slowly, he brings his arms

informs, his voice husky. His arms are tense, his back

remoteness. I try to take

Pregnant.

Pregnant?

am I pregnant?

many times I say it in my mind,

from me, but nothing comes out of my mouth. I am speechless.

Pregnant?

going to be barely a

to Darío for a

What will people say?

will say. Are they going to support my son? Will they be the ones buying milk and diapers? I

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

His warmth soothes me.

he lets out

gray because they are so light, crinkle, and shrink. “What do you really

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

cheeks; his caresses cause me to gently rub my hips against his body, which

escapes my lips, and

get tired of this mouth, my dragonfly. You

you to get tired of it.”

for a while. We 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

pregnant,” I mutter.

pregnant,” he corrects me and lets out

laughing? Really? Do you find this funny?” I don’t understand.

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

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 that was just beginning to take root.

I’d see how pale you look, so scared you’re dying

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