Let Me Love You Again
Chapter 141

Maya

“Please Ali,” Nate said in a desperate tone.

I turned with the cup in my hand, resting on the kitchen counter, and looked at him. Nate’s hair was all messed up and he was trying, with all his might, to get Alison to eat, which she blissfully refused, turning her head every time her father approached her with a spoon, but she turned her head to the other side, stoic and composed, as she used to do.

I covered my smile with the mug as I watched a desperate Nate with our daughter, I should have stepped in, but I knew Alison was doing it on purpose, I knew Ali was going crazy to see Nate begging for help, she loved to watch him hang on her. I didn’t dare imagine what it would be like to grow up and deal with men, it would make anyone fall at his feet.

“I’m done,” Axel said, placing the teaspoon in the empty cereal bowl.

“Do you want me to help you brush your teeth?” I asked looking at him.

Axel shook his head and looked at his father, “Daddy,” he said, looking earnestly at him.

Nate looked up at Ali, resting it on Axel, I saw how his eyes softened the moment he met Axel’s, the unconditional love he felt for him was something that amazed me every day more, and I was wondering what it would be like with our next child. She would have looked at him with the same look of adoration she had on Axel. Because Nate and Axel had always had a particular connection, a bond that made them united and accomplices in everything, a bond that I had never seen in Andrew and Liam, or Devon Lucas and Miles.

Ali, he loved her more than anything in the world, but with Axel, he was different, immensely different.

I sighed and passed a hand over my swollen belly because yes, we were pregnant again. Another child on the horizon, this time a boy.

Nate got excited when we found out we were pregnant again, and he loved to see me pregnant and get fat until I became a whale, just to show the others that he did it. Barbarian.

“I’ll finish her off,” I said, approaching the table and sitting next to Ali.

Nate got up and left me a k**s on the head before stroking my huge tummy. I sighed and started to feed Ali as the baby started to do somersaults in my belly, happy and cheerful.

I do not know what he was so pleased about, we were a week away from childbirth and soon he would leave his beautiful and cosy place to come to this world.

Ali began to eat quietly, while out of the corner of his eye he followed Axel and Nate out of the kitchen.

Luckily, I was home that morning, alone, because Nate was taking the kids to kindergarten, and I was back on maternity leave. I was just there.

After graduation, I was able to enter a doctor’s office, as the months went by I started to create my own clientele, which I would try to take with me once I opened my studio. Unfortunately, I had to leave for a few months for the pregnancy, I had tried to resist as much as possible but the fatigue had come and I did not want to risk too much continuing to work.

So now I was here, at home, alone because Jess was busy in the office, now she was the boss with Nate, Devono and Lucas were busy with their respective jobs and I was big, huge, again.

So now I was here, at home, alone because Jess was busy in the office, now she was the boss with Nate, Devono and Lucas were busy with their respective jobs and I was big, huge, again.

I had to be more careful with the f*****g pill. All it took was one puke, one f*****g food poisoning, and not being able to keep Nate out of my panties, to get the little s***m all the way to the egg and get pregnant again.

Ali ate everything in a short time and, when it was over, she clapped her hands cheerful and satisfied. She cleaned her mouth and I bent over to leave a k**s on her mouth, then let her get out of the car seat and put her feet on the ground.

“Go to Dad and be careful,” I told her before she stormed out of the kitchen.

I got up with difficulty from the table, lifting myself up with my hands and moaning in pain. When I was standing, I sighed from the fatigue. Now all I had to do was go to the couch and lie down for the next 12 hours until Nate came home and picked me up.

Suddenly a twinge in my lower abdomen hit me and I g*****d in pain before a liquid began to flow between my legs. Oh f**k.

“NATE!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.

I heard thumping upstairs and then rushing up the stairs. Nate went in like a fury in the kitchen, his shirt covered with toothpaste and his eyes wide open, almost burst out laughing for his face, if it were not for another contraction that struck me at that moment.

Nate looked at me from head to toe, until he saw the puddle forming at my feet.

“Oh f**k!” he exclaimed as he met me.

“Don’t touch me,” I said with my teeth clenched as the pain enveloped my whole body, “Hospital. Now,” I said as he stuck in front of me.

“Yes, hospital. Yes,” he repeated like a robot.

She immediately moved and ran upstairs while I stood still attached to the table, taking deep, concise breaths. He heard Nate move from one side to the other upstairs, heard him call the kids and run like hell.

After a short time, he heard him running down the stairs shouting “I put the children in the car!” And then the garage door opens and then the car doors. Immediately after he reached me and froze, with his hands raised as if to ask permission. It took him five minutes to do everything, I was impressed if it wasn’t for the excruciating pain that threatened to split me open.

“Please, mon amour, let me touch you,” he said.

I clung to the table and gritted my teeth when another contraction hit me, breathing through my nose. As he passed, he nodded his head and Nate immediately bent over and picked me up, bride-style and then ran to the garage and to the car.

The children were already in the seats and the passenger door opened wide. Nate went over there and sat me in the seat, very carefully and very gently.

He closed the door and ran to his place, entered and quickly opened the garage door and then left. While driving, he picked up the phone and opened it, dialed his father’s number and connected the phone to the car.

Her father answered after the third ring.

“Yes”

“Dad, I need you to come to the hospital,” he said as I bent over again in pain.

“What’s going on?” Nate’s father immediately asked.

“I need you to hold the kids, Maya’s water broke, and I’m running there, but I can’t keep the kids in the delivery room.”

“Okay, we’ll be right there,” her father said before he hung up.

“Call. My. Parents,” I said between my teeth.

Nate nodded, and this time he did my mom’s act.

“Careful!” I said when I saw him slip again.

Nate reached over and left the phone with Axel, “Tell Grandma we’re going to the hospital for Mom,” he said, keeping his eyes on the road.

Soon after, he heard Axel’s melodious voice talking to my mother, told him the exact words that Nate suggested and then hung up.

Nate drove like a fury through the city streets, honking at anyone who got in his way. It took a good 20 minutes to get to the hospital. Nate parked near the emergency room and opened the door.

I saw him looking around before he looked at the kids, “Okay, okay, you can do it, Nate,” he heard.

“Get the kids out and get someone inside,” I said.

Nate nodded like a robot and took the kids. She held Ali in her arms and took Axel under her arm, as if he were a sack of potatoes, and then ran to the hospital. With extreme slowness, he opened the door and I tried to pull out the legs, making some deep and continuous breaths.

“Maya!” heard Mrs Dare’s voice.

I looked up and saw her running towards me, “Where’s Nate?”

“Inside to call someone,” I said, groaning in pain.

“Okay okay, we’re here, we’re gonna take the kids and we’re gonna take care of the rest, so just relax,” he said, pointing to Nate’s father approaching.

“It seems easy,” I said with clenched teeth.

In the distance I saw Nate coming back with the children and some nurses, my eyes filled with tears and I felt a little better seeing him coming toward me.