Page 79 of Always Meant To Be

Sighing, I grab it from my pocket but furrow my brows when I see that it's Aldo, who hasn’t left the hospital, determined to watch over El.

Fuck, did she finally wake up?

"Aldo?" I answer with concern, not allowing hope to build.

"Fuck, Romeo, you need to get here now. Agy just tried to kill El," he rasps, and I hang up, slamming out of the SUV, my father following as we sprint into the hospital.

We head straight for the stairs, and run up the four floors before getting to El's floor. We can hear screaming and shouting and instantly I see several doctors running into the room.

We follow, and nothing but chaos ensues. The machines are beeping loudly, Mikhail has hold of a screaming Agy, who is begging for forgiveness, while Marcus, who swaps with Ray every other day, is trying to hold Anastasia back as she tries to grab her sister, threatening to kill her, as Aldo looks at El with horror and pain.

I ignore them and look to the bed to see the doctors and nurses removing wires, unhooking everything from the bed, and I panic.

"What's happening, please…."

I can't lose her, I can't….

"We have to deliver; the baby is in distress," the doctor says in a rush as he pushes the bed out of the room.

I go running after them, but Aldo grips my shoulder tightly, Papa grabbing the other one at the doctor’s words, "Give me five minutes, and a nurse will bring you into the OR.”

This can't be fucking happening….

"Please, I-I had to avenge Liliya; she killed her, please," Agy pleads, sobbing.

"You didn't fucking want her. You got pregnant for a fucking title, to try and steal your own sister's man!"Anastasia screams back.

Fury builds, and I fist my hands.

"Please, I had to do it. I didn't want to burn in hell for not doing it," Agy tries again.

The stupid bitch was part of a cult growing up, something her sister stayed cleared of. I just thought Agy grew out of it. Clearly fucking not….

Turning, I walk over to her, and her eyes widen, seeing my fury, all on her, knowing what I've been capable of lately.

Without giving any regard to where I am or who I'm with, I grab her head, and twist. Her body goes limp in Mikhail's hold, and he drops her.

"What the fuck, Romeo? That's the second time you've not given me the opportunity…." His words die off when I shoot him a hard glare.

She's my wife; he sold her to me. He knows he doesn't have a fucking say in anything.

He glares back. "You haven't even been in the fucking room with her, Romeo…."

I sneer back, "Because I can't fucking live without her, Mikhail, and if she dies,I fucking die."

His eyes widen, and I move back, heading out of the room, disregarding everyone, including the dead body. Before I can get far Anastasia shouts, "It should be me in the room, not you. You're not in the right frame of mind."

I turn and face her, and she flinches as I state, "Sure, why not put the woman who abused her for years in the room with her when my son is born. Stay the fuck away from my wife."

Tears fall down her cheeks, but I ignore them. I meet the nurse near the desk before she guides me toward the OR, passing me some scrubs.

I get dressed and go to the large room she pointed at, only to pause. My wife lays on the table, arms out, a sheet covering her from her neck to where several doctors are, beeping echoing in the room.

Very slowly, I walk over to her, tears blurring my vision.

Gently, I lean down, place my lips against her forehead, and rasp, "Keep fighting,farfalla…."

I kiss her again when I hear it, a cry that instantly soothes me. I look up to see the doctor handing my son to a nurse who takes him to the other side of the room ,and cleans him up. He cries the whole time. She brings him my way and gives me a kind smile, then hands me my son, who is wrapped in a light blue blanket.