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I say quietly.
“Understood. Do you want to see the children on video call?”
she asks, her voice breaking up with static. “The connection isn’t great, Mom, but send me a picture?”
I say as the howling wind batters against the window.
“I will do that now. Take care of yourself, Zaia.”
We end the call and I hold on to it as I wait for Mom’s picture, but I lose the connection, the small ‘no signal’ sign at the top glaring back at me.
Sighing, I place my phone down and take my charge out to plug it in. My stomach rumbles and I place a hand on it. I haven’t eaten all day. And we don’t have any spare clothes. Just great.
I walk over to the closet and open it. There are a few mix-matched hangers and a few clean towels which I am truly grateful for, but that’s it.
What do I sleep in?!
Fuck!
I’m soaked through! I’m stressing out when the bathroom door opens, and a waft of steam and warmth fills the room that reveals Sebastian in nothing but a towel. Looking damn fine. Damn! If I don’t have clothes, neither does I sigh, turning away and run my fingers through my hair.
“I need clothes,”
I say, “I don’t really have any, but I’ve hung my clothes out to dry,”
He says as he opens his bag, taking out his clothes from earlier. Oh, how I wish one of us thought about backup clothes!
“Here, it’s the best I have, and it’s partially dry,”
he says, holding out the rumpled white shirt he had worn earlier. I want to refuse but I have nothing to wear…
I take it hesitantly, my heart thuds as a stabbing brain rushes through me… 1
He used to always give me his shirt after s3x. The neighbours are still at it, and I quickly look away. My breath hitches and I exhale slowly, watching as he takes out his pants and jacket and hangs them on the hangers in the closet. “Go shower, Zaia, you’re going to catch a cold.”
Our eyes meet, and the concern in his eyes throws me off. I turn away when my stomach rumbles and I feel my cheeks burn. Grabbing a towel, I power walk to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me and locking it.
I hear him chuckle and hate how my stomach flip-flops. Closing my eyes for a second before I look around the small steamed-up bathroom. I place the towel down, examining the shirt.
It is pretty dry… I hang it on the broken hook behind the door, before I strip out of my clothes, glancing over at Sebastian’s, which were still dripping water even though he had spread them out. That won’t do anything if the water isn’t drained…
Sighing, I grab them and run some water in the tiny tub before rinsing the clothes with a bit of shampoo.
Once I was satisfied, I wrung them out until I couldn’t squeeze any more water out and hung them over the sink and the shower rail to try, hoping that by tomorrow they’ll be wearable.
I look at my brown lace thong and bra and wondered why I chose to wear this tiny skimpy set today of all days….
I give them a good rub between my towel before hanging them behind the door. There is no way I’m going to go out there without them.
I get into the bath, drawing the worn-out shower curtain and switch it on, letting the hot water run through my hair and over my body. Never has a shower felt so damn good…
I stay under there for far too long. I’ve washed already but I refuse to step out. My fingers have wrinkled, and the entire bathroom is full of steam. I’m going to have to go out there and face him…
He’s only in a towel…
I close my eyes, leaning against the tiled wall and thinking of that small room Where will we sleep? I mean, the only other place is the narrow entrance in front of the door. I could put two towels on the floor…
My stomach rumbles again when there’s a knock on the door. “Yeah!”
I shout, flinching at my own loud voice. “You have been in there a while, are you ok?”
“Yes,”
I reply. Turning the tap off, I step out and wrap my towel around myself.
“Alright.”
I sigh softly, knowing I’m going to have to face this one way or another. Drying myself, I slip my damp lingerie back on and his shirt on top.
It smells like him…
I lift the fabric and raise it to my nose, inhaling softly. My favourite scent. I glance at the door, still hesitating to get out there.
I wipe the steam away from the small mirror that hangs above the sink and run my fingers through my hair. Alright, get out there….
Taking one final breath, I re-enter the bedroom, towelling my hair as I try to act as normal as possible, but the sight before me is not one I was expecting…
Sebastian is leaning against the headboard, sprawled across the bed, one leg raised, yet the towel is covering anything from showing, with his phone in hand.
The room suddenly feels too hot as my eyes snap to him. He saw me looking. Fuck.
“You can have the bed,”
I state, as I walk to the closet and grab another towel, tossing it on the floor quickly before I grab a pillow.
This shirt isn’t long enough, and I want to quickly cover up. He’s silent for far too long. I glance over at him, to see his eyes are pure silver and they’re fixed on me…
Raking over me as if he’s mentally undressing me. I tug at the hem of the shirt, pressing my thighs together.
“What’s in that bag?”
I ask, looking anywhere but at him. Spotting the white paper bags that sit on the bedside table. “I managed to get some food for us.”
He says as he sits up. “Come on over. Let’s dine.”
His choice of words unsettles me, and as much as I don’t trust us on the same bed, I can’t say no to food.
On the plus side at least, the neighbours have stopped their nighttime activities! I sit down gingerly, making sure my shirt keeps me covered and begin opening the bag.
My stomach rumbles and takes out the deli wraps, the smell inviting. “Oh, I am starving.”
I moan as I pass him one packet and tear into the second. I bite into it without waiting for him.
He’s oddly quiet, but I really don’t mind. I pick up my phone and my heart skips a beat when I see the notification that Mom has sent two images.
“My babies…”
I whisper as I unlock the phone and look down at the pictures. Zion is asleep, his mouth hanging open, with the bedding a mess, whilst Sia is sleeping with her hand tucked under her face, her other arm around her teddy.
I can feel him watching me, and I slowly look up and then back down at my phone.
“Can I see?”
He asks quietly, his eyes now blue. I nod slowly and hold my phone out. “Zion and Sia,”
I whisper, feeling my eyes sting with tears, watching him carefully. “Our babies.”
His heart is racing as he stares down at the picture of Zion.
“You named him Zion…”
He murmurs.
I don’t reply, there’s no excuse. That was the name he had chosen for our future son… and there was no other name that suited our little boy. He scrolls to Sia’s image, and his grip on the phone tightens.
“Sia… they’re beautiful names… Z and S… just like us,”
he says quietly. We could have been a perfect family…
“I ruined everything. I’m so fucking sorry, Zaia.”
But it’s not his words that hit me hard, but the emotions in his eyes when he finally looks up and meets my gaze. Emotions of a man who truly regrets his actions.
A Restless Night
SEBASTIAN. There’s sadness and regret in her eyes before she looks down, taking her phone. back from me. There’s no way to explain the pain in my chest.
Ashbane or not, I fucked it all up. I should have been there when she was pregnant and going through heartbreak when she was poisoned, when she was in labour, for my pups, but I couldn’t be.
So many years have passed and despite my every chance to find the one behind it, he’s slipped out of my grasp, to the point when he realised I was onto him, he’d threaten Mainly, it was in the form of trying to harm Zaia as a warning. I had to tread carefully, and I really have been, but the stealthy approach has made the process slower. However, I have found clues and no matter how many times he escapes my grasp, he won’t be able to do so forever.
She passes the phone back to me. “You can scroll through.”
My heart races as I stare down at the image of Zaia in a hospital bed, she looks tired yet breathtaking as she holds the babies to her breasts, clearly just having given birth. There’s more… them in their first outfits…them in their Moses baskets…, their name plaques… There are many, and with each passing image, I can see how they grow. Zion is a mini-me, and seeing that really makes me feel even more emotional, and
Sia, she’s a mini-Zaia, even if her hair and eyes are not the same colour.
My kids are beautiful. Our kids.
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