Lonely Bride

Pink & Blue?

Sarah’s pov

My mind is only thinking about Sean and nothing else.

“Mumma” A voice reached my ear, and I recognized the voice.

Bella. My Bella.

My eyes followed the voice, and she was standing at the door with tears in her eyes. Her lips were wobbling, and she was trying to stop herself from crying.

She padded to me and stood next to my bed while my eyes followed her figure.

Mommy,” I said, feeling her touch while she held my finger, just like she always does whenever she is scared.

My fingers curl up instantly around hers, and I give her a small smile.

My eyes slowly close while my thoughts are completely about my family.

Next, when I opened my eyes and heard some hustle and bustle around me, I found myself in the same place. When I look at my side and see my babies still sleeping in a glass box, Bella is looking at them with her twinkling eyes.

I could see how admiringly she was looking at them, and I instantly felt how lucky these two munchkins are to have an amazing sister, Bella.

I know she is going to love them so much.

My lips twisted, looking at their cute hats.

Pink and blue.

I am sure it must be Bella’s idea.

But where did she get them? As far as I remember, I haven’t done any shopping for the babies yet.

Maybe Sean might have done it.

Remembering Sean, all thoughts hit me like Strom, and tears pooled in my eyes.

“Alvera” I said, looking at her.

“Sarah,” she whispers, and I can see she wasn’t expecting me to be up.

She walked fast towards me and stood right in front of me while holding my hand.

She noticed I was looking at the babies.

“Congratulations,” she said with a small smile while Bella ran to me, too.

“Mommy, did you see the babies? Oh, my god, they are so cute. Now I am a big sister.” She spoke proudly, while I gave a small smile.

I so wanted to be happy with everything, but I don’t know why happiness seems so far away.

“How is Sean?” I asked, looking at her hopefully.

Her smile dropped, and her gloomy face came back.

“He is fine.” I look at the door, hearing Eric’s voice. Nathan and Sam were standing, holding hands.

They walked to me. Sam was looking at me with a small smile, while Nathan was way too happy to see me. I look at Eric; he gives a glance to Alvera, who was looking at him, and then I notice a bandage and his hand conned to cast.

‘Did he also get shot?’ I thought about looking at him.

“What happened to you?” I asked slowly.

I was feeling too weak.

“Nothing much. A bullet hit my bone. First, I thought it just passed through, but later I found out it was still inside, so I had to go through small surgery, and the doctor has stopped my movement with this cast.” He showed me his cast, and I nodded to him.

I felt bad and guilty.

They all have to go through this just because of my stupidity. How I wish I had never run away from here.

“Is Sean out of danger?” I asked, looking at them.

“Not really, but at least his internal bleeding has stopped, so we are expecting he might gain his senses soon.” Sam replied, and I nodded.

“I want to see him.” I spoke, looking at Nathan. I know only he can understand what I am feeling right now.

“He is not here. He needed the best medical treatment as soon as possible, and most of the equipment here was busy as your health wasn’t in great condition, so we shifted him back to New York,” He replied.

“So, when can I see him?” I asked.

“As soon as you feel better” He replied.

“I am fine. Let’s go.” I try to get up, but again, a sharp pain shoots up in my lower abdomen.

“Sarah, what are you doing?” Everyone gasped, and I heard the stern voice of Alvera. She gently pushed me back.

“You just had a surgery, and your stitches are still fresh. You can’t jump around as per your liking.” She scolded me, and I looked at her surprisingly

She helped me arrange my quilt. And I again looked at Nathan with hopeful eyes, who had a stern expression on his face and nothing else. And I know he is not interested in helping me anyway.

Tears pool in my eyes, and I look down helplessly.

“Nora turned the camera to Sean.” I look up with teary eyes, hearing Sam’s voice.

She gives me her phone with a small smile, and I look down at the screen. I patted my eyes a few times to clear my vision so I could see him.

And then, finally, I saw him.

He was lying on the bed. An oxygen mask was on his face, which was hiding his beautiful face, as I could see.

I noticed how few different types of equipment were attached near his bed, and the beeping sound was the only sound I could hear.

The room’s lights were too dim for my liking, and that reminded me that he doesn’t like darkness. He likes brightness.

“Nora, please open the curtains.” I spoke while looking at him.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Though he is lying there, his charm has not gone down. Not even a bit.

I notice how the room lights up in no time and the sun’s rays shine face-to-face.

He looked alluring.

“Don’t close the curtains unless it’s night time”

I know he doesn’t like it.

Though he never told me this, I have always observed small things about him.

How he enjoys non-spicy food.

He always likes lighter shades in his clothes.

He is a cleanliness freak.

He treats people equally, whether it’s just a maid or housekeeper.

He is a great father.

And he has proven he is a fabulous husband.

I could see how his chest was slowly rising and falling , and that reminded me of how I used to take support when I was not comfortable in my last trimester.

When I could not sleep due to weight.

When I used to feel uneasy, this chest was always there to give me the warmth I needed.

But look at me. My whole life, I have had my destiny. I have been starving for love, but everything I wanted was in front of me, but I never noticed. How idiotic can I be?

Not only mine, but I put so many lives at stake because of my stupidity.

Shame is the only emotion I am feeling right now.

When I have everything, I feel like I don’t deserve it.

“We will go the day after if you feel better by then to see him.” I come out of my thoughts after hearing Sam’s voice.

I nodded to her. I gave her the phone back after good few minutes. I stared at Sean more.

“I am sorry.” I held her phone tightly while she was taking it from my hand.

Her hands stopped when I did not lose my grip on the phone.

“You don’t have to.” She replies with a small smile, but it does not reach her eyes.

“Why?” I asked a simple question, and I know she has all my answers.

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