Infor MsWorld
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Pierce's POV
I pulled away and stared at her face. Swallowing hard, I moved away from her.
If it's just me, I would still kiss her to my heart's content. If it's just me I would grab this opportunity to make up for my mistakes and ask for another chance but I know it will never be easy especially after everything she's been through. The first man she trusted hurt her, her father. I hurt her too. She fell in love with Klay Carver, but he lied to her and hurt her too.
Kelly has been wounded eversince and taking advantage of her like this shouldn't be an option for me to make her love me again.
She must've been traumatized by the pain we inflicted in her. If insist on doing this just to feed my longingness and force her to reciprocate my love for her, how different am I from a rude thief trying to rob her of a good life?
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that," I said and swallowed hard again as I pulled myself up.
She stared at me with a blank face. I can't read her expression. Ever since she broke down in the airport because of the death of her father, I saw the changes in her. She's not showing her emotions anymore She became cautious in her every move. She became aloof and it took me a few months to gain her trust again.
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I don't wanna break her trust by letting my emotions get the best of me.
She looked away and yawned before she pulled herself up and spoke. "I think I need to rest."
I nodded and helped her. Although she allowed me to accompany her upstairs, I still feel guilty and awkward because of what I did.
I kissed her. She let me. I don't know if that kiss means anything to her but for me, it means a lot. I missed her. So damn much!
After I dimmed the lights in her room, I locked the door and rested my back against the wall. I squee my eyes closed and grabbed my hair as I took a deep breath, shaking my head.
I hope this won't change her treatment. She was cold to me during our primary months here. I don't wanna experience that cold treatment again.
When I entered my room, I saw mom calling my phone. I immediately picked up her call and one of the first things she asked was about Kelly.
[What took you so long? How is Kelly?]
dropped my body on the bed and lifted my left arm, staring at the wristwatch Kelly gave me together
with a Christmas card.
"She's fine, mom."
[I'm glad. How about her baby?]
"The baby's fine," I answered and I couldn't help but smile. "She'll deliver her soon."
[Her? Oh my! It's a girl. Take care of her, son. We hurt her so much before. So the least thing we can do is keep her and her baby safe. At least that way, we can make it up to her.]
I nodded. "How about the investigation on dad-Mr. Monroe's death. Mom?"
[The case has been announced closed. Klay Carver was almost held accountable for Kelly's
The Sons
disappearance. I tried pulling some strings to make Klay Carver a suspect for Kelly's disappearance but I think his connection got even more stronger. The officer who's handling Kelly's case dropped it.] Clenching my jaws, I massaged my temple and shook my head. Of course, Klay Carver would do everything to save himself.
"Don't do anything again, mom. He might hurt you.
[Don't worry about me, son. Just focus on Kelly.]
"Wait, where's Lexi?"
[Oh! She's in her condo.] Mom sounded hesitant to tell me but she did in the end.
"Can you check on her? She's angry with me. She's threatening to do something to herself."
[0-Okay. I'll check on her.]
"Thanks, mom."
After the call ended, I stared at the ceiling thinking about everything that happened. My feelings for Kelly haven't faded and believe it or not, I've lost my feelings for Lexi. It started when I realized she's not the same Lexi I loved before. She changed so much. She's paranoid, she's always jealous and now she's threatening me to hurt herself if I still refuse to go back
Going back means leaving Kelly here and I can't bear to leave her alone. Kelly needs me and I won't be able to sleep in peace at night if I leave her here knowing that Klay Carver might find her.
I prepared myself to witness Kelly avoiding me again the next morning, but she didn't. She's actually comfortable as I talked to her about what she wants for breakfast. I don't know if I should be thankful for that or be sad because that only means she's not affected by the kiss. She's completely over me and I admit that it hurts.
I don't want her to get over me. I want her to still love me but that would be too much to ask.
While Kelly was sitting on the couch reading a book, I was sitting on the stairs tuning my guitar. When I strummed the guitar, I saw her paused and slowly turned to me.
I didn't want her to see me staring at her like a wounded animal so I looked at the guitar and started humming a song.
I tried to lift my face again and look at her but she caught my stares. It seems like she's just waiting for me to look so she'd catch me stealing glances.
"Hmm." I cleared my throat and looked away again. Fck! I feel like a teen caught by his crush stealing glances.
"O-Ow!"
I was interrupted when she suddenly groaned as if in pain. When I looked at her, she's caressing her baby bump while shifting seats uncomfortably.
"Kelly!" I ran to her and squatted beside her. "Hey! What's wrong?"
She looked at me with a discomfort visible on her face. "1-It kinda hurt. I think it's the early sign of labor."
My breathing hitched as I stared at her face. Swallowing hard, I nodded and pulled myself up. go to the hospital now."
"It's not due yet."Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.
"We should
"It's okay," I said, almost panicking. "I don't wanna go crazy bringing you to the hospital on your due date while screaming in pain."
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She finally nodded, making me feel somehow relieved.
I just left her for a while to get the things we need. I packed some comfortable clothes for her before I rushed back downstairs and grabbed my car keys.
While driving, I was constantly glancing at her while she's caressing her baby bump. I clenched my jaws and sucked my breath as I looked at the road again. Damn! She's about to give birth and I'm so fcking excited that I feel like I'm going crazy. It's not even my child. Oh how I wish she could let me be a father to her baby.