***ZANE’S POV***
“What’s going on, doctor? Why is she passing out?” I ask staring at my wife’s pale face.
“She is not going through this well. If we don’t do a C-section now, she and the baby might not survive,” he explains.
“Oh shit! I just had her back, doctor, I can’t lose her,” I wail.
“You will have to step outside, Mr. Vincenzo. The faster we save her and the baby, the more likely we will close the risk of losing them,” he explains.
I am escorted outside where I join my men in the waiting room.
“I thought you went to help your wife deliver your baby, what happened?” Micah asks, concern filled his voice.
“She’s going into a C-section now. London was so weak to push,” I say.
“It must be from all the baby girl treatment she received from the last few months. I heard she was with her ex,” Micah shoots out.
I balled my hands into fists but I don’t try to punch him. That wouldn’t be a good move right now.
“Shut the fuck up, Micah, that’s not going to help,” I mouthed.
“Nope, it wouldn’t. But if you hadn’t done a shitty job in protecting London, she wouldn’t be going through this now,” he says.
Sinner was the one to intervene. He slapped Micah, and be was fuming.
“Don’t utter a word if you are going to be a dick,” he warned.
I saw the look of disapproval in Micah’s eyes, I also saw how the fight finished from his eyes as he nods his head plainly accepting defeat.
“Fine, I am going for a walk. Tell me when the baby is born,” he walks past me, slapping me across the chest.
I want to go after him and teach the little thwart a good lesson but Reaper stops me.
“These are the things your baby is going to need,” he says, bringing my focus to something else.
“Okay, thank you. I should have beaten the life out of that imbecile,” I swear.
They all laugh at me as they share knowing glances.
“You wouldn’t. London would gave cut your head off for that,” he states softly.
I walk outside, making sure that I don’t have anything coming my way, then, when I reach my car, I enter and lock the doors.
That was when all the tiredness came crushing down on me as I cry in silence.
Things were falling apart from me. I don’t know how to hold them in place anymore and the more I think that I can do it, shit just gets harder than before.
I cry for all the times that I had hurt London, she was right, I haven’t been the perfect example to her. I had even lied to her that I was going to change, but that was all bullshit.
“I need a divorce,” I hear London’s words coming back to me.
She had wanted to cut things off with me.
The weight of that realization got me seeing red.
I didn’t know I dozed off until I heard knocks on the window of the car.
Rolling it down, I see Sinner and Reaper’s worried faces staring at me.
“What is the matter?” I ask.
“Your wife just gave birth and is resting. The want you in there,” Reaper says.
I unlock the door and rush out, hugging them tightly.
“Are you sure about this or you both just want me to leave the car,” I say hoping this isn’t a lie.
“I can’t lie to you, Zane and you know it,” Sinner chuckles.
Jumping in excitement, I walk into the building and rushing into the room.
London is asleep, but the doctor leads me to an incubator where a baby is inside.
“Eight months and three weeks,” he says softly.
“Wow! He is so big,” I say staring at my son.
“Yes, he is big, strong and healthy, just like the dad,” he explains.
“When can they be discharged?” I ask.
“When the baby has full control of his strength. In two weeks maximum. You wife was operated, she needs to recover as well. And please, she doesn’t need stress during this period,” the doctor explains.
I nod my head in understanding.
“Of course not,” I say walking over to the room where London is sleeping in.
*
I watch how London flutters her eyes open, she looks out of place for the first five minutes before she starts sobbing.
I rush to her immediately, rubbing my hand across her cheek.
“Shhh! Daddy is here now,” I say.
“Damn it, I was about to give birth when I passed out. How is the baby?” she asks looking around.
“He is fine and in an incubator. The doctor says he would have to keep you both here until he can clear you out. Not only is the baby in a bad stage, but you also need to rest,” he explains.
That made her glare at me in astonishment.
“I can’t believe that I gave birth to your child,” she screeches.
“Thank you for that, London. I promise to give you the whole world,” I cross my heart to that.
London stays quiet for a while and I know where her mind is taking her to right now.
“Uh huh! We aren’t getting that conversation, London. You are here, that is what matters now,” I explain.
London glares at me as if I have two horns on my head.
“We will have this discussion again when I am out of the hospital, Zane and you are not stopping me from that,” she states.
“I would never stop you from talking to me, London, never,” I murmur.
**
One month later, life has gone back to normal and I am with London at home.
We live in two separate rooms, the excuse she gives me is that she is taking care of baby Dante. That is the craziest thing I have heard from her.
We don’t share the same bed and untop of that, she gives me the cold shoulder.
I help out take care of the baby, I would never have my wife take care of our baby by herself.
That was the reason why I was here today, at three a. m. While my baby was crying in his room.
London was sitting by Dante’s bed crying. That image of London broke me and I knew it would forever be engraved in my memory.
Walking towards her, I take the baby from her hand and she looks at me with grateful eyes.
The way she had her little lips quiver.
“I could do that, right. Go and rest?” I urge her.
“Thank you,” she whispers walking away.
I help my baby with the bottle and he feeds on it.
Since Dante came home, everyone had been niced to him, he accepts every one and eats, cries and sleep.
He is normal, thus, behaves like a normal baby.
I help the baby back to sleep and then, walking back to the room where London is, I don’t see her there.
Frowning, I walk into my bedroom and London is on my bed, sleeping.
This is the first night since she came back home. I love having her beside me.
Climbing into bed, I hug her towards me and she purrs like a kitten.
“I thought you wanted distance from me, baby girl?” I ask, drawing light circles around her neck.
“I know. I am just tired. I need you, Daddy. Your warm. Don’t argue and don’t chase me away please,” she begs smoothly.
“Anything for you, baby girl,” I sigh out.
Together, we sleep and for the first time, I actually have sleep enter my eyes for a long time.
I don’t wake up until a knock comes through the door. Yawning, I slip out of bed and rush to answer it.
“What’s the matter, my wife and I were sleeping,” I say snarling at Reaper.
“I know, but you need to come downstairs, something is going on that you need to know about,” he says and looking past me, he sees London and whistles.
“I don’t want to hear word about this, nor are you going to tease my wife about what you have seen here, is that clear?” I mutter out.
He nods quickly. “Yes, Boss. I swear I wouldn’t utter a word about this,” he says.
I close my eyes as I breathe out.
This household was quickly frustrating me.
Closing the door, I see London staring at me, she looks pretty.
“I’m going to downstairs, Reaper said something happened, I need to know what that is. You should sleep, the nanny would soon come in to help look after Dante,” I explain.
I knew London was against the idea of having someone else take care of the baby, but that was my idea and she didn’t have much of a choice.
What was filled on London’s face was worry.
“Did Reaper tell you what it was about?” she inquires.
Kissing her forehead, I say, “No, he didn’t. I’m about finding out nonetheless. You should bath and have breakfast, London, I will be right back before you know it,”
The fact that she doesn’t confront me on this makes my heart warm up nicely.