Sophia’s POV
I stay with him, sitting across from him on the sofa, watching him closely as he continues to sip on the water. The pain seems to be subsiding slightly, but I can still see the discomfort in his eyes.
“I’m sorry for making you go
Through all this trouble,” he says, breaking the silence, his voice still weak.
I shake my head gently. “Don’t apologize. I’m just glad I’m here to help. You should have called me earlier if you weren’t feeling well.”
He gives me a small smile. “My phone is dead, so I couldn’t call.”
“Thankfully, I woke up.” I sigh, breathing out in relief. I feel oddly relieved.
As he finishes the water, I set the glass aside and can’t help but ask, “What did you eat before going to bed?”
He pauses for a moment, as if considering whether to tell me or not, then sighs. “Just some leftovers from dinner. There was nothing wrong with the food; I just had a bad stomach sometimes.”
“Nonsense! You need to take better care of yourself,” I scold gently, my concern for him overshadowing any annoyance I might have felt. “You can’t keep working day and night and neglecting your health, especially with two kids to take care of.”
His lips curl into a half-smile, and for a moment, I see a glimpse of the warmth I had witnessed earlier. “I know, I know. I’ll try to take better care of myself,” he says, his tone sincere.
We sit there in comfortable silence for a while, and I notice how he seems to be feeling better, the pain subsiding gradually. It’s all quiet around us, and he seems to be dozing off where he rests. By the time I realize how long has passed, he’s already off to dreamland.
I watch Alexander sleep, his features softened by the dim light of the room. It’s hard to believe this is the same man I know now-warm, affectionate, and open. Here, in his vulnerable state, he seems like an entirely different person. It’s as if a protective barrier has been lifted, revealing the real him-the gentle and easygoing man he hides from the world.
As I continue to observe him, I can’t help but reflect on the past year we spent apart. It has been a difficult time for me, and I never stopped missing him, even though I tried my best to move on. The pain of our separation still lingers in my heart, and now that we’re finally face-to-face again, all those emotions come rushing back.
A part of me wants to reach out and touch his face, to feel the warmth of his skin under my fingertips. But I resist the temptation, knowing it’s not the right time or place. Besides, he needs rest and care right now, not my unresolved feelings.
I get up carefully, making sure not to wake him, and decide to get some rest in my own apartment. Before leaving, I gently cover him with a spare blanket I find in the closet, ensuring he stays warm throughout the night.
When I wake up the next morning, the gentle sunlight streaming through the curtains warms the room, and I find the kids still peacefully asleep. Smiling softly, I sit up on my bed, deciding not to disturb their peaceful slumber. As I gaze at them, an overwhelming feeling washes over me, as if we are all a family somehow.
My heart swells with affection as I observe each child’s unique features. Daisy, with her adorable and beautiful features, seems to radiate a special charm that makes her look even more adorable in her sleep. It’s evident that she carries an innate warmth and sweetness that captures my heart effortlessly.
On the other side of the bed, Daniel lies serenely, almost resembling a mirror image of his father. At first glance, it is easy to tell that he is a miniature version of his dad, with those familiar features and mannerisms. A proud and loving smile creeps onto my face as I stare at them.
But my thoughts are interrupted by a sudden recollection of last night. The memory of Alexander’s cramp flashes in my mind, reminding me of his discomfort. Concerned, I waste no time and rush out of bed to check on him.
As I step out of my door, a sudden gasp escapes my lips as my eyes fall upon Alexander standing at the entrance to the living room. Oh my stars, he is shirtless! The morning light gently kisses his skin, casting a golden glow that makes him look like a divine being. His toned physique is a sight to behold, and my heart races as I take in the sight before me.
His chest is like a work of art, so sculpted and perfectly shaped, as if chiseled by the hands of a master artist. I can’t tear my eyes away from those well-defined abs, each muscle seemingly carved with precision. They’re practically begging for my fingers to trace their contours, but I manage to resist that impulse (barely).
He is the epitome of smoldering hotness, and it feels like the air around him crackles with electricity. I have to remind myself to breathe as I take in this breathtaking view. My mind wanders to all those cliche romance novels I used to read, where the impossibly attractive guy is always described as “undeniably sexy” well, here he is, living and breathing right in front of me.
I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks, feeling like a character straight out of one of those cheesy Wattpad stories I used to devour. But this is real life, and Alexander is the real deal a stunning and mysterious man who has somehow entered my life in the most unexpected way.
As he turns to face me, his eyes locking onto mine, I swear my heart skips a beat. I can’t help but wonder if he has any idea of the effect he has on me. My pulse quickens, and my mind struggles to form coherent sentences as I try to greet him like a normal human being.
“Um, good morning,” I manage to stammer, praying I don’t sound like a lovesick teenager.