***LONDON’S POV***
I cried myself to sleep, and by the time I wake up, I see the familiar face of Zane staring at me.
“London,” he calls out, his eyes softening.
“No, Zane. I have to go back,” I cry out and he doesn’t understand why.
“Did you hit your head or something? You are were you are supposed to be, with me,” he mutters.
I know if I have to protect Zane, I would have to say harsh words to him.
“No, Zane. I don’t,” I grit out.
“Is it because of some dude with sandy brown hair? For fuck’s sake, I saw the way he ground his groin against you, you weren’t dancing, you were cheating on me,” Zane spits out.
“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, Zane. You don’t know what I have been through for you,” I say warningly.
“And what is that? Whore yourself like a bitch?” he shoots out and I slap Zane across the face.
“I might have left you, but I was with men who truly loved me. They gave me the best I could have asked for, not spank me or punish me,” I cry out.
Zane gasp, the shock is evident in his voice.
“Who is that guy?” Zane ask as I dig my fingers into my hair.
Squaring my shoulders, I reply to his question.
“Oliver. He is Michael’s half-brother,” I mouth out not telling him the real thing.
“And why is he looking at you like eye candy?” Zane mutters frowning.
“Are you jealous because I danced with some dude? Cut the slack, Zane,” I yell at him.
Zane was in front of me in a moment, surrounding me. He wouldn’t give me a small space to breathe as his face crowd mine.
“Give me a good reason why I should cut the slack, London. Who the fuck is that guy to you?” he questions.
I get drowned in those deep pool of brown eyes. I can’t shake that feeling deep in my chest off and I say the one word I know would put an end to this.
“My ex-boyfriend,” I murmur.
Zane’s mouth widen and he gapes like a fish. No one utters a word for a while before Zane growls.
“You were gone for two and a half month and I was turning all stones to get back to you where as you were enjoying life with your ex-boyfriend?” Zane screams at me.
Tears sprang to the back of my eyes as I cover my mouth, crying hard.
“Stop, Zane,” I beg him as he wouldn’t let go of the topic.
“What should I say, London, you didn’t even bother to call me, you were so happy about the fact that he was there. I saw the way he looked at you,” he barks out.
Zane was getting the mood heated and that was how hard I cried.
My shoulders sag as I take baby steps backward.
“Did you…?” Zane asks and trails off.
I know what he was asking about and I shake my head violently.
“Never. I would never have sex with another man other than my husband,” I explain.
“Did he fuck you then? Did any intimate act take place?” Zane shouts.
“No. Fuck you, Zane. Oliver might have been an asshole to me before but he didn’t touch me. Rather, he showed me real love. He showed me how a man takes care of a lady,” I say blinking back some of the tears.
It didn’t work, the tears kept rolling down my cheeks.
“Is that so?” Zane yelled.
“Was he the one who broke you the time I saw you?” he demands.
I nod once.
The vase in front of Zane was crashed to the floor.
“You went back to a guy that abused you? For Christ’s sake, that dude beat you to a pup. And how you bacme an image of yourself? Does that even matter to you?” Zane asks not believing what he was hearing.
And coming from him, I wasn’t going to let that slide.
“And you, Zane? You have done worse to me. You’ve caused me more damage than Oliver, so, please let me live with who I find peace with,” d
I throw out.
“I can’t let you go back, London. You should be grateful I saved you from that dude. And I would get my hands on him, when I do, he wouldn’t never have the hands to touch another man’s property,” he says fisting his hands together.
I eyes bulge with anger. “You asshole. I am not getting back with you again, Zane. This, between is is over,”
I knew I was bluffing, I just wanted sometime away from Zane, but not like this. Just being apart from Zane would tear me, but I had promised to stay with the guys for one year.
That would be a long time before I see Zane freely again.
“What is this you are trying to say?” Zane inquires squirking his brows at me.
“I want a divorce from you,” I churn out.
That was it, the last straw that broke Zane’s heart into a million pieces.
If I didn’t do this, Michael would come for Zane. This was my way of protecting this badass of a husband I was forever entertwined to.
Grunting, Zane scattered everything on his way as he released his anger on the things he could see.
That was then I felt liquid streaming down my legs.
Looking down, I saw water mixed with blood.
“No. No. No. This can’t be happening, not now, please,” I cry out as I hug my stomach, staring at a still frantic Zane.
He hadn’t noticed I was in pain.
“Zane!” I call out in a restraint voice as I felt my baby was going to break out of me.
“You could have cheated on me with anyone than your stupid ex. I don’t like the sound of that, London, no one fucking bit,” he mouthed and then, there’s around to stare at me.
That was when he noticed my discomfort.
“What is it now, drama queen, London?” he asks frowning.
“I think my water broke, Zane,” I reply shaking.
Zane’s face is one of confusion.
“What does that mean?” he questions.
“It means I might be given birth to a premature baby. I need to go to the hospital now,” I say, screaming out the last part.
That was then understanding dawned on Zane’s face because he rushes to me and sweeps me off the ground.
“Are you alright, baby?” he asks as he starts walking downstairs.
“No, I am not. It hurts,” I cry out.
“Everyone get out of the way, my wife is in labor,” Zane cries out.
The men holler as Zane walks out of the house and then, he helps me with in the car.
Caleb is driving and Zane is holding me close to his chest, tight and secured.
“I can’t. Please, I need a doctor,” I cry out, my fingers digging into Zane’s body.
“I wish I could take some of the pain from you, baby, but that would be impossible. Pinch me all you want. You could bite me as well, I don’t care. Just hold on, we would soon reach the hospital,” he mutters.
I nod, hoping that the make believe is an easy passage for me.
*
We arrive the hospital and Zane starts shouting for help.
“Get the doctors, please, my wife is in labor,” he screams as I try to stifle a laugh.
I don’t know why I find it funny that the man who had gone bunkers with me when he found out that I was leaving with my ex-boyfriend for the last three months was now going to bite the heads off these nurses if they didn’t provide me with the services I needed, and quick.
“Come on, London, stay strong, they are almost here now,” he mutters, brushing his hand over my hair.
The nurses help me to the maternity section and Zane starts making calls for Reaper to bring all the baby stuff he had bought.
I knew my husband was a real teddy bear deep inside. But I had chose to do what I had to save him, the least he could be was appreciative.
The doctor comes up to my line of view and smiles at me.
“I am going to check how dilated you are, Ms. Vincenzo,” he says.
Putting on gloves, the doctor went to work. Looking at his nurses, he smiles warmly at me.
“Fully dilated. The nurse would help you change into a hospital uniform and you would push just as instructed.
Zane was outside, but after so much insistence, the nurses let him in. He rushes to me, holding me in his arms.
“I don’t think I have the strength to do this,” I say crying.
“Hey, baby! Eyes on me. Keep your beautiful eyes on me through out the process, okay?” he demands and I nod my head.
“Use your words, baby girl,” he says.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, blushing.
“Here we go, London. The nurses will make sure your legs are open so yht you don’t try to suffocate and kill your baby, okay?”
I was nodding at what he was saying without even hearing half of the things he said.
“Come on, little girl, be strong for daddy,” Zane purrs beside me.
“Push!” The doctor’s order came through.
With everything I had in me, I pushed.
“That’s good. You are doing great, London. Push again,” he instructs.
Zane was holding my hand and he made sure I kept my eyes on his. I couldn’t stop but cry out, blurring his face in front of me.
“Push for, Daddy. You can fight me after this, but please, don’t give up now, you need to be strong for me,” Zane muttered out.
“Zane? The baby is not coming out,” I cry out hiccuping heavily.
“The baby is coming out, London, just do what the doctor says. Do it for me,” he mutters.
My head starts shaking as I lose consciousness.
“I love you, Zane, remember that,” I say before letting darkness consume me.