5:00 a. m.
Lucas stirred from his side of the bed and pinned his eyes on Sia’s sleeping figure. He admired how her brunette hair splayed across the pillow, down her back with strands matted to her face.
He studied her straight lashes, curvy lips, pointed nose, and skin color. He loves the way her breath evens, the slow, steady, rise and fall of her chest makes him feel more tug of attraction for her.
He flipped the sheets aside slowly to get a look at his cum dripping from her cunt down to her thighs. He felt a flood of emotion riveting inside him as thoughts about Sia having a baby, their baby in her womb roamed in his mind.
But the little tug of joy he just felt was overpowered by the sadness that lingered as his dream flickered through his mind.
The images of the slung baby, crying and looking at him. The image of the woman who held her just after she was born. The image of them being veiled by darkness. It’s inundating.
It scared him. Sia’s cries and depression when the woman disappeared with the baby sent bouts of pains deep inside him. The image of her breastmilk dampening her dress shirt. Her tousled hair. Her lean body. It baffles Lucas.
He can’t tell why he dreamt such a dream. At first, the dream sent tingles of joy in him seeing Sia’s bloated tummy. He awaited the baby to come into the world but when it did, he couldn’t touch it before the woman did. She snatched the baby from the weak mother, slung it on her chest, and disappeared to God knows where.
Lucas propped up from the bed, looking for something to cleanse the horrible image from his head. He charges to the window and stared into the tranquil tides of the sea and the moon shimmering on it.
Instead of focusing on the touchy part of the dream, Lucas homed his focused on the fact that Sia was pregnant and sure enough that baby she had in her belly is his.
Theirs.
Regaining his composure,
he traipsed to the bed and scooped Sia in a bridal style into the bathroom.
In her drowsy state, she cracked her eyes open a tad and spotted Lucas who leaned on his haunches and was smiling down at her.
“Why did you bring me here?” She asked, her voice raspy and melodious.
“I love hearing your sleepy voice. It stirs my heart.” He said over her lips while stealing a brief kiss. Raking his fingers down her hair, he spouted, “I want to bathe you. So
we can watch the sunrise, baby.”
Exhaling, Sia pulled her lips up in a smile, nodding.
Wordlessly, Lucas turned the heater, picked up the loofah, and squirt the soap on it before using it on Sia’s body. Sia relaxed her head on the edge of the tube, basking in the gentle touches of his hands on her skin.
It’s perfect to revel in. Several times, Sia rejected Monson’s offer to bathe her ’cause it doesn’t sit well with her having a husband she has no feeling for to touch her or show her those kinds of affection.
Sia always tried to avoid his affection because she doesn’t want to go back on her word nor give false hopes. Nevertheless, he still loved Sia with all his heart.
Lucas guided her back to the room when he finished bathing her before taking a shower himself. By the time they finished dressing up, the sun was already rising slowly at the horizon.
They both stepped outside and settled down, facing each other. Sia has a shawl splayed across her shoulders and the servants served them a cup of coffee.
For a while they both sat in silence, watching as the sun rise in Its glory above the sea, the rays glistened upon the blue waters. While watching Lucas keenly gazing at the sunrise and was wondering what must be going on in his head, Sia broke the silence.
“What are you thinking?” Sia’s question cut through Lucas’s thoughts. He blew out a breath and grinned at Sia before taking a gulp of his coffee.
“Just, uh…love the sight of these. I love how peaceful and calm it is. Sometimes admiring the wonders of nature can riddle your mind off many things.” He explained.
Sia leaned closer, caressing his hand with the palm of her hand. The breeze blew hairs off Lucas’s face and his shirt flies around as well by the hammering of the breeze against his skin.
“I love it as well. Years ago, when the pains or the memories suffocated me, I’ll gaze at the works of nature. Maybe watching the spring, star-gazing, admiring the moon. Lots of it. And it did help me. It helped me keep suicidal thoughts at bay…”
Hearing that last sentence, Lucas whipped his head at her. Shocked by her words.
Stitching their fingers together, he looked her in the eyes and questioned, “Did you ever thought of committing suicide?” The question trailed off his lips.
Sia ditched his stare and felt a deep rumble in her stomach. She hates to talk about this. She just doesn’t know when the sentence flew off her lips.
“Yes.” She whispered and Lucas’s heart dropped to his stomach. “A number of times.”
Flashback ambushed her mind. Sia remembered the number of times she attempted to take her life but her mother’s words refrained her from doing such. “I couldn’t do it because my heart felt or knew that amid the darkness that surrounded me then, there’s a ray of hope.”
Lucas dropped his head between his shoulders, drinking in her words. “I guess that is the reason I couldn’t fully embrace the thought. But then, when I peered around me all I could see then was still darkness. It drained all my hope in everything.” She paused, sliding the tear away from her face. “My heart believed so much in that light and held onto it.”
She watched as he caressed his fingers on her knuckles knowing that her words needle his heart. And it really does. Because Lucas silently blamed himself for not finding her back then and for ever hurting her.
“It did work. The light did shine at a time I least expected. It happened the day I had a minor accident.”
Hearing that, Lucas shot his eyes up. “Accident?” He asked.
Giving him a cut nod, she continued. “Monson ran into me. I ran unconscious and by the time I got up, I spotted the angel that sat by my bedside watching me intently.” She smiled, remembering how friendly Monson was to her.
“It was then that he proposed to me. He asked me to be his wife. Not minding how haggard I looked or how dirty because for months I rarely bathe.”
Lucas imagined how unkempt Sia would look those days. He compared the Sia sitting beside him to the one who looked tattered six years ago.
“I basically wash my hands and feet and rinse my mouth with water. Lucas, I’m sure you’ll find it hard sitting beside me but he did. And happily asked me to marry him. The only thought I had in my mind was to accept his proposal, get money and exert revenge on you. Which of course, I did.”
Sia dipped her hand into her dress pocket and brought out a key, dangling between her fingers. Lucas watched her quietly, trying to understand what key she’s holding.
Sia breathed a smile at him, fluttered his palm open, and dipped the key in it. “I want to return everything I took from you. So, Lucas take your villa back.” Sia said and surprise cloaked Lucas’s face.
Jesus, he can’t believe his eyes. He can’t believe Sia is the one that took the house from him. He can’t believe she could go to the extent of making him homeless just to exert revenge.
“You are the one who bought the villa? Jesus, Sia.”