***ZANE’S POV***
Carrying my hunting tools, I walk out of the woods, mad that I didn’t have any luck in hunting any meat today.
Well, at least, I had to go on a hunt and so far, it was good.
Frowning, I stop dead in my tracks when a barking Fox sees me. He doesn’t pounce, but he keeps barking out like I was an enemy.
“Sit, Fox!” I order, but he kicks against it.
I just know something has gone wrong while I wasn’t at home. It got me mad and removing the chain leash I had brought with me for him, I sealed it on his neck.
Alcohol. This place reeks of alcohol.
Looking down, I sit the kernel with brown liquid in it. Another one had leftover bones with meat on it.
I knew who had done that just at first glance. This dog would have killed me cleanly if he didn’t know me, he is probably too high to see clearly.
Attaching the leash to a sturdy tree trunk, I head to the house using the kitchen. The entire house was dirty, and my senses were picking up on me, making me almost want to go mad.
“What the fuck?” I growl out but stop when I see London on the hardwood floor, the glass bottle of whiskey empty by her side and she looks peaceful.
My heart was immediately catapulted to my mouth as I released my hunting gear and threw myself to the ground, nausea fighting to leave my mouth.
“London? Oh shit! Bloody shit. What did you so?” I call out as I tap on her face lightly.
When I noticed the blood pooling out of her feet, anger flashed through me, but what settled down in my throat was fear.
The feared for my unborn child, I wanted the baby. Did London think taking away the life of my baby make up for what I did to her a few hours ago?
For real, I had fucked her dry, but the lube had helped, she had cried for me to stop and I had not. What kind of beast am I?
Carrying her and cradling her against my chest, I pick up my car keys and move outside. Fox was hard on the barking effect, he kept barking that I ignored him and led the way to my truck.
I made my way to the city, making sure that London was secured behind wheels.
I don’t believe in whatever weird shit as a god but now, as I focused on the road, I made little prayers, making sure that he listens to me.
I can’t afford to lose my wife and my unborn baby.
Using my forearm, I brush aside balls of tears that had started shading my view, it doesn’t work, I am still mad at leaving London even if it is for the briefest of time.
I had gotten mad when I found out that London was corresponding with other men on the internet, I had gone far with punishing her, but damn it, this woman has gotten a mind of hers, and I can’t keep a tab on hers, especially as she has decided to take comfort on alcohol.
I should be the one comforting this woman, not her seeking refuge in a liquid that will kill her.
I close my eyes, pain flashing through me, I want to fight off the way I feel, for real, I want to think I can do this without resulting to hurting myself in the process.
Fighting to focus on the road, I make sure to see in front of me as I drive to the hospital.
**
“Mr. Vincenzo,” a voice called out to me as I paced the waiting hall.
I stop, my eyes turning to him.
“This way please, the doctor will attend to you,” he mutters warmly.
Gritting my teeth, I look up at the off-white ceiling and wish that London is right. Following the nurse, he opens the door and waits for me to enter before shutting it behind me.
The doctor was sitting there, his face full with beard and wearing a white lab jacket over his scrubs.
“Mr. Taylor,” I greet out, shaking hands with him.
He is the one assigned to London, I didn’t want to wait when I had come here an hour ago, I demanded a private service for my wife.
Money can do the trick, and with a little connection here and there, London was attended to very quickly.
“Have a seat, please,” he tells me.
I occupy the vacant chair opposite his and watch him talk.
“You are a lucky man you brought London in when you did, Sir, if not, we would have not been able to save your baby,” he explains.
I released a breath I didn’t know I had been holding in until now. My baby hadn’t come out despite that blood flow I had seen.
“What… What about my wife?” I ask, my chest tightening up inside.
“She isn’t liable to take alcohol throughout her pregnancy, I had to purge out the liquid she had absorbed, and run a number of tests on her. If you would register her for prenatal, she might learn a few tips from there,” he explains.
I nod rapidly, knowing that I will have to make sure London does come for her regular checkups. The pregnancy hasn’t been far gone, but I wouldn’t take any form of risk when it has to do with my wife, talk less of the seed she has in her which is a part of my extended love for her.
“Tell me, Mr. Taylor, when will she be ready for visits? Also, can I see her?” I demand my chest tightening inside.
“She is asleep now from the drugs in the system, but yes, if you stay as calm as possible, you can be in her room,” he let out.
Brushing the chair and standing, I look at him, the words spilling out of my lips.
“What room?” I question, fighting with all my might to keep my house leveled.
“Room 302 B,” he says.
Nodding my thanks to him, I walk out of the doctor’s office and make my way to the appointed room.
When I enter, I see London resting on the bed, her face is soft and she looks weak.
I had the urge to touch her, to brush her hair away from her face, but I didn’t do any of that. I don’t even kiss the top of her head.
I was mad at her for feeding the dog against the rules, she even went to the dog without my fucking supervision.
If Fox had gone rogue on her, how would she have defended herself? I wondered.
I take a small chair and sit there, resting my hand in my hands, I cover my eyes, letting the tiredness wash over me.
*
“Zane?” I hear the soft voice call out to me.
I thought I was dreaming until I heard another croaked voice call out to me.
“Daddy Zane?” the voice calls out to me again.
Opening my eyes, I flash my eyes around the room and set sight on London.
“London? Oh, Little girl,” I call out I rush to her, my knees hitting the solid floor of the hospital.
“Water…. Please,” she manages to say.
I grabbed the water that the nurse had brought for London in a sippy cup and I handed it to her, grateful for that thoughtful nurse.
After she sips to her satisfaction, I pull the cup away, staring at her with love.
I don’t want to fight her now, not when we are here, in a public place, but London will learn to know that my word is to be obeyed.
Whatever she thinks is wrong with her not following my rules, I sure as fuck will be implementing it in several ways that aren’t the rod.
“Zane…” she starts.
I stare at her with bright eyes, not wanting to stop whatever she has to say.
“Hmmm?” I answer.
“I am sorry,” she breaks out crying.
Sitting on the bed, I brush her hair, making her feel good with the movement.
“You don’t have to apologize, Love, just be okay for me, huh? I need you home healthy, not in this hospital and weak,” I mutter out guilt causing me to choke on my last words.
Slowly, London looks down, her eyes widen as she brings those bright eyes to me.
“The baby?” she asks and I understand what she is asking about.
I rub my hand on her stomach sweetly, making sure she is good with it.
“The baby is safe, London. The doctor said I brought you in when the situation could be remedied. You are not to leave my sight again, ever,” I growl out.
“I am sorry, Daddy… Oh, shit! What was I thinking about putting myself in danger like that?” she mutters out lightly crying to herself.
The fear that was passing in her was soon getting to me as well, I knew better than to judge but what I wanted now was to comfort my woman. She deserves all the comfort in the world, just as it is to be.
“Come on, young woman, I hate to see you cry, baby girl, it is well, you didn’t damage yourself, and the baby is fine. You didn’t know okay?” I murmur.
She looks at me with glassy eyes and nods her head softly.
Placing soft kisses on her nose, she closes her eyes and starts sleeping, the faded snores from her mouth making us feel good.
I didn’t tell her about Fox, and what she had done to Fox, I just let her be for the time being. She needs to know though, but not know.
Next week, I am expected to be in Sicily, and I think it is about time I go there, for real, the States will just poison me further, and London, this place is no longer conducive to our baby.
Maybe if she is in a place where my family is, where she can fucking bond with other people, she will likely be bound to behave herself.
I go downstairs to grab myself a cup of coffee and some croissants.
Rushing back to the hospital room, I eat. I am on the last croissant when London stirs awake.
“Food!” she groans.
Oh, yes! She had sniffed this right in her sleep.
“I can go grab yours at the eatery,” I tell her.
She grins at me, and shakes her head, insisting that I feed her with mine.
I don’t say no, I just give it to her, making sure that she takes little bites, swallowing before giving her the next.
London opted for pineapple juice, which is also odd, but I got her the milk one with the flavor in it. If she was going to have juice, it better be healthy.
After that, I brought her donuts, she loved it though, something that I would have appreciated as well.
We spent two days at the hospital, the doctor making sure that London and the baby were indeed fine. When we were cleared to go home. I had made a few runs to the house to check on Fox, feed him, and give him some water while taking care of London.
I had brought her extra clothes, and I had gone home to freshen up and use the bathroom.
Today, the day that London was being cleared from this place, and I had shaved, of course, I had to look good the best I could, and that had worked through.
I had on a blue checkered shirt and faded jeans. I picked the boots to accentuate my attire and I sure as well wasn’t regretting it.
“Zane! You look rough and good. Besides the no beard, though,” she teases me as she smiles warmly at me.
Slowly, she places a small kiss on my jaw, since she can’t reach my lips.
Groaning, I lower my head, meeting her and kissing her across the lips.
“You taste good, little girl, now, let’s get you home, I can’t wait to pamper you,” I mouth sweetly.
She giggles, as I move her to the wheelchair, letting the orderly push her out of the hospital as it is the hospital policy.
My wife was coming home to me. The thought made me smile.