Zoey p. o. v
I sat by the window staring outside and lost deep in thought, the night isn’t young anymore, and it’s way past the two hours Marco promised to come to me.
I couldn’t sleep, my mind filled with a whirlwind of emotions. I felt happy, confused, and hurt all at once. Happy that Marco was alive and breathing, confused about why he hadn’t kept me informed of his plans, and hurt that he had seemingly forgotten about our meeting.
I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Marco was safe, that’s all that matters.
The sound of the door cracking open reaches my ear, I don’t bother to see who it is because there’s only one person who could enter this room without any form of permission. And that person is Marco.
“You should be asleep.” He spoke, confirming my guess. “Fuck, it’s windy there, it’s not good for you.” His footsteps approach me.
I felt his presence, his warmth, before I physically saw him. I won’t be able to get enough of his presence in this lifetime, his overwhelming presence is a reassurance to me, a feeling of protection.
“Come here.” My eyes went over his appearance, I didn’t get a proper view of him because of my messed up emotions.
He hasn’t changed in any way during the past months, his appearance, and features were still the same. Except for the little stubble son his side beards down to his jaw. It’s like I wanted any changes in him, I was only making sure there were no changes.
He doesn’t look like someone who was involved in a bombing fire accident.
He leans forward, his arms going around me and picking me into his arms. Carrying me bridals way, the walk from the window to the bed was short. Marco gently lay me on the bed, dropping the sheets over me.
We went silent for a while, soaking in each other’s presence. Rather, I am soaking him in, watching him like a hawk. I was still in a daze, no matter how I was firmly against his death, I didn’t accept the fact that he was dead but seeing him right before my eyes seemed too unreal.
It was like those illusions I had before, only this time it was real. He’s here gazing at my swollen stomach with affection and stroking his hands over my stomach tenderly.
This is our second pregnancy, but his reaction is just as the same as that of Adriano. Like a dream come true for him.
“Can you tell me why you didn’t inform me about it and why you played this stunt?” I broke the silence between us.
“You promised me that you won’t keep any secret from me, that you will always include me in any of your plans. Then why, why did you put me through this?” My voice was barely above whisper, tears brimmed in my eyes, threatening to run down my cheeks.
“I know you have your reasons for doing what you did, and how you did. But I at least, demand an answer. You owe me an explanation.” I studied his face, trying to read his thoughts, but I couldn’t.
Marco tore his gaze reluctantly to me, his stare was blank, and there was no remorse or guilt in him. I knew that if he had to do this again, he would still choose to keep me in the dark.
He held my face in his palm, his thumb wipes away the tears before they could flow down.
“Don’t cry, it’s not good for your health and the baby.”
“Don’t evade my question, Marco.” I snapped, I didn’t mean to snap at him. I just wanted an explanation, I wanted him to explain himself, to tell me anything.
I hate it when he tries to evade my questions, it’s like what I’m saying is insignificant.
I raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to speak.
“There are spies among my men.” He said simply.
I knew there must be spies among his men, but this is different.