SASHA’S POV
The world around me blurred as Sebastian collapsed in front of me, his white shirt turning crimson with blood.
His pained expression seared into my mind as I dropped to my knees beside him.
My hands trembled as I pressed them against his wound, desperate to stop the bleeding, even though I could feel his warmth slipping away.
“Sebastian!” I choked out, my voice cracking under the weight of my panic. “Stay with me! Please, don’t leave me!”
His piercing blue eyes, now dulled with pain, flickered open for a moment. “Sasha,” he murmured, his voice barely audible, “I’m sorry…”
“No, don’t you dare apologize,” I snapped through my tears. “You’re not going anywhere. Help is coming. Just hold on for me, okay? You have to hold on!”
I screamed for help, my voice echoing through the night. The seconds stretched into an eternity, every breath he took shallow and labored.
My hands were soaked with his blood, and I was terrified that he was slipping away from me.
Finally, footsteps pounded toward us, and I looked up to see paramedics rushing in. “He’s losing a lot of blood!” I cried out, my voice frantic. “Please, save him!”
One of them gently pulled me back as the others worked quickly to stabilize Sebastian.
They lifted him onto a stretcher, his body limp and pale. I clung to his hand until the last possible moment, only letting go when they loaded him into the ambulance.
As the ambulance doors closed and the sirens wailed into the distance, I stood frozen, my knees threatening to give way beneath me. I had never felt so helpless in my life.
The hospital felt cold and unwelcoming, its sterile white walls closing in on me as I waited for any news about Sebastian.
My father sat beside me, his hand resting on my shoulder, offering silent support. His presence was a small comfort, but the ache in my chest was unbearable.
When the doctor finally emerged from the operating room, I shot to my feet, my heart pounding. “Is he?” My voice broke, and I swallowed hard.
“Is he going to be okay?”
The doctor nodded, though his expression was serious. “We managed to stop the bleeding, and he’s stable for now. He lost a lot of blood, but he’s a fighter. He’ll need time to recover, but he’s out of immediate danger.”
Relief washed over me, and I sank back into the chair, tears streaming down my face. “Thank you,” I whispered, my hands trembling.
It wasn’t until the next day that Sebastian regained consciousness. My father and I were allowed to visit him once the doctors confirmed he was awake.
As we entered his hospital room, my heart clenched at the sight of him.
He looked so vulnerable lying there, his usually strong and commanding presence diminished by the machines beeping around him. His face was pale, and his bandaged chest rose and fell slowly with each breath.
“Sasha,” he croaked when he saw me, his voice weak but filled with emotion.
I rushed to his side, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Sebastian,” I whispered, taking his hand in mine.
He looked at me, his blue eyes glassy but full of sincerity. “I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice trembling. “For everything. For all the pain I’ve caused you.”
“Sebastian, don’t,” I began, but he shook his head slightly, wincing from the effort.
“No, let me finish,” he insisted. “I need to say this. I’ve made so many mistakes, Sasha. I’ve hurt people, done things I’m not proud of.”
“But the worst thing I ever did was risk losing you. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’m begging you for it anyway. Please, Sasha. I love you more than anything in this world.”
Before I could respond, my father stepped forward, his expression calm yet firm. “Sebastian,” he said, his voice steady.
“You saved my daughter’s life. For that, I am forever grateful. Whatever you’ve done in the past, I choose to forgive you. And I ask my daughter to do the same.”
I turned to my father, my eyes wide with surprise. He had always been protective of me, but seeing him extend forgiveness to Sebastian touched something deep within me.
I looked back at Sebastian, my heart aching. “I forgive you,” I said softly, my voice thick with emotion.
“But you have to promise me something, Sebastian. No more killing innocent people. No more violence. If we’re going to have a future together, you need to change.”
He nodded without hesitation, his eyes locked on mine. “I promise,” he said, his voice firm despite his weakened state.
“No more killing. I’ll do whatever it takes to be the man you deserve.”
A tear slipped down my cheek, and I leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Thank you,” I whispered.
As I pulled back, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to say next.
“There’s something else you need to know,” I began, my voice trembling slightly. “I wasn’t sure when the right time would be, but now… I think you should know. Sebastian, I’m pregnant.”
His eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he simply stared at me. Then, a slow smile spread across his face, brighter than I had seen in weeks.
“A baby?” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.
I nodded, tears streaming down my face. “Yes, a baby. Our baby.”
His hand tightened around mine, and he looked at me with such love and joy that it took my breath away. “You’ve just given me the greatest gift, Sasha,” he said, his voice cracking with emotion.
“I swear to you, I’ll be the best father I can be. I’ll protect you both with everything I have.”
Sebastian’s recovery was slow but steady, and a few weeks later, he was finally discharged from the hospital.
I brought him back to his mansion, which now felt more like home than ever. The days passed in a blur of doctor’s appointments, baby preparations, and quiet moments spent together.
Sebastian threw himself into his promise to change, working tirelessly to distance himself from his violent past.
It wasn’t easy, but I could see how much he wanted to be better-not just for me, but for our child.
As my pregnancy progressed, Sebastian became increasingly attentive, doting on me in ways that often made me laugh.
He would fuss over every little thing, from the way I sat to the food I ate, always ensuring I was comfortable and happy.
When the day finally came, and I went into labor, Sebastian was a nervous wreck. He paced the hospital waiting room, his usual calm and collected demeanor nowhere to be found. But the moment our son was born, all his anxiety melted away.
Holding our baby boy in his arms, Sebastian looked more at peace than I had ever seen him. His eyes glistened with tears as he whispered, “He’s perfect, just like his mother.”
Watching him with our son filled me with a sense of contentment I had never known before.
Despite all the pain and challenges we had faced, we had found our way back to each other. And now, with our son in our lives, we had a future full of love and hope ahead of us.
As I lay in the hospital bed, cradling our baby in my arms, Sebastian leaned down to kiss my forehead. “Thank you, Sasha,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
“For what?” I asked, my heart swelling with love.
“For saving me,” he said simply. “In more ways than I can ever repay.”
I smiled up at him, my tears mingling with his. “You saved me too,” I whispered. “And now, we have each other. Always.”
And in that moment, surrounded by the love of my husband and our newborn son, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, stronger and more united than ever before.