My Hockey Alpha



Finally breaking the silence, Enzo looked at me with a grave expression. "Nina, we should talk about... the other scenario."

I felt a knot form in my stomach. "What other scenario?" I asked, even though I knew the answer perfectly well.

He hesitated, clearly choosing his words carefully. "Well, what if this pregnancy... doesn't work out in the end?"

His words hung in the air like a dark cloud, casting the room into further shadow. It was a possibility, a cruel and ugly possibility that I hadn't wanted to allow myself to think about. But hearing him say it out loud made it suddenly all too real.

"That's not going to happen," I said quickly, as if saying it with enough conviction would make it true.

"We don't know that," Enzo replied softly. "The symptoms you're experiencing, the history with your mother-"

I cut him off. "I don't want to consider this, Enzo. It's too much."

His eyes met mine, filled with a deep, soul-wrenching love that made it even harder to look at him. "Nina, you might have to."

I sighed, realizing that he was right.

"Look," he continued, reaching across the bed to squeeze my hand. "It's a possibility. I think we should be prepared, and... maybe, if it does happen, try to look on the bright side. That we could always trying again." The room spun around me. Even just thinking about the possibility of this pregnancy failing made me feel detached, like I was struggling to keep my head above water. "Try again? You make it sound so easy. Like we're talking about attempting to bake a cake again because the first one didn't rise."

"Nina, that's not what I meant. I just don't want you to feel like this is your only chance."

I felt tears stinging the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. "But what if it is?" I murmured, looking away. "What if I'm doomed to lose this child, and I can't have another?"

"Nina, listen," he said, moving closer to me on the bed. "I think you're tired, and you're scared, and you're angry. But nothing is set in stone yet, okay? You just need to be open to the possibilities, that's all."

"Easy for you to say," I muttered, brushing away a tear that had managed to escape.

He reached out to cup my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. "Nina, do you remember our vows? For better or worse, in sickness and in health? This is our 'worse, our 'sickness.' And I meant every word when I said I'd stand by you."

His words broke something inside me, and the tears I'd been holding back flowed freely down my cheeks. "I'm scared, Enzo. I never thought I would be saying this, but dammit, I don't want to lose this baby."

"I know," he whispered, pulling me into a tight embrace. "And I'm scared too. But we're in this together, and we'll face whatever comes our way. I promise you, Nina, I'll be right here."

"But what if 'here' isn't enough? What if love alone isn't enough to save our child?"

He sighed deeply, his arms tightening around me. "Then we'll mourn, and we'll heal, and we'll try again when we're ready. But no matter what, we'll always have each other, and that's more than many people ever get."

I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his through a veil of tears. "I love you, Enzo. And I want to believe that that's enough. But right now, I can't think about this anymore."

"I understand," he whispered, pressing his lips softly to my forehead.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Turning off the bedside lamp, we settled into bed. As Enzo held me close, his heartbeat softly thudding against my ear, I let my tears fall one last time before succumbing to the embrace of sleep.