Rosy's POV
I picked up my phone to dial Liam.
"Please hold on! The number you have dialed is busy." Of course. I should have gotten used to these by now. A frown settling on my face. I really do want him to know, so I text him.
"Liam, I'm pregnant"
The next reply has me staring at my phone in utter shock. I can feel the adrenaline rise in me. It's a mix of anger and pure pain. I felt light headed at the the thought of it. The words constantly repeating in my head.
"Abort it"
"I only want Sasha"
He even send a pic with a pic of him with Sasha laying in bed. He's gifted her an ancient red diamond necklace. Three days ago he had bought it while on his trip to China. He adored it so much that he would constantly walk around with the jewel in his hand ogling at it for hours. And now, it around Sasha's neck. I was a fool to have thought it would be mine.
I sat up on the bed with my head rested on my knees. I didn't know what to do with my hands or my heart, so I just crossed them around my legs while crying.
"Abort it"
It's not just echoing in my head, it's the only thing I can hear. I'm forced to breath through my mouth because my nostrils don't seem to be working anymore. I notice my feet are a light shade of red. The sheets are stained too. I was bleeding. I fall backwards to the bed and everything's all blurred.
I can hear my own heart thumbing loudly in my ears. My mouths wide open, I was probably slowly loosing all the life left in. I hear the door creak open and a woman rushes over to my side
"Ma'am your bleeding"
"Doctor!"
She was trying to save me. I imagined a smirk appear on my face.
I try as much as I can to push her away from me. I don't want to be saved. All this is my fault. I let my self love a man that didn't care about my existence. And now I'm pregnant, he's asked me to kill my baby.
While my eye lids where still shot, I remember the first and only night we ever made love to each other.
Liam and I had gone on a Christmas vacation. It was my idea since he was always worked up all the time. I remember dragging him down the mountains to snowboard. He was so scared until he saw a 4 year old do some stunts at high speed.
I giggled watching him force a maned look.
A smile creeps to my face at the thought of that one night on the kitchen counter. I remember Liam running his hands on my stomach while heading for my trousers. He carried me all the way to the room and threw me unto the bed, ripping his shirt off as he walked towards me.
It was the first time I had ever paid attention to his body. His muscles were toned yet bulging and he had a tattooed symbol by the left side of his waist. I wished to have known what it was but i was too caught up in the moment to even think.
His eyes were lustfully gazing at me until he pressed his lips against mine. His kissed trailed down to my neck leaving a map of hickeys at each spot. Every touch sent sparks down to my marrows. Yes, I wanted all of him.
I pulled off my shirt and trousers before tugging my waistbands, wanting him to rip it of. He kissed my lips as he pulled my thong down with my trousers. He wasn't wasting even a second. He pulled off his trousers leaving a frustrated growl when he struggled to get them off.
He grabbed his boxers and pulled them of too, throwing them across the room. He grabbed me by a hand on the waist and unhooked my bra with the other. Even I couldn't do it with a single hand, yet he found it soo easy.
I stared at him down there and quickly came to back to looking directly at his face. I didn't want him to know what I was doing. He was hard and big. I was getting nervous but still, I felt accomplished. I could have gotten hurt, or worse, died. I didn't want to be remembered as the girl who died because she couldn't take 8 hounds of hard meat.
All his kisses made me wet, and soon he started to pound, making my eyes water. He wasn't even all the way in. I clenched the sheets as he started to go faster with more swift and confident moves.
I moaned his name just as he demanded and then I felt it, warmth spilling out of my heat as he pulled out.
It was incredible.
I'm knocked out of my trans when I hear the doors open again. My guess is it's the doctor. But I was immediately wrong. The nursed rushed over to welcome the patients. How could they have two different patients in the same room?
That only happens when the hospital's filled up. Besides, it's the only hospital in the entire city. All the rest had been shutdown because they didn't meet required standards.
There's two of them that just walked in.
I'm trigger immediately to what the nurse says. I try as much as I can to climb down the bed but it felt like I had 12 extra pounds of flesh added to me. I fall to the floor releasing a loud groan. I couldn't help but cry silently with my hands cupped to my mouth. "I need my husband!"