Page 65 of Bound For You
An hour later, I have Natalia on my chest while Sergi has Anthony on his, sitting next to me on the bed. The door opensand our family come in. They gasp when they see me awake. Phoebe sobs and walks over with Sofia right behind her.
Sofia says, “I thought Sergi wanted the babies with him, I had no idea you were awake.”
Sergi smiles and remarks. “I just wanted some time with my little family; she’s been awake for about an hour.”
They nod, then hug me gently with my little one in between us. Juan and Dimitri rush over and kiss my head, as well as Maria, who has tears in her eyes.
I whisper, “I’m okay, I promise.” She nods and wipes her tears, then runs her fingers through my hair. I look to the door and suck in a breath when I see Peter standing there with tears running down his face.
I tilt my head as he walks toward me as everyone moves back to give us space.
He grabs my hand and squeezes it tight before he murmurs, “I was told I couldn’t have children.” I instantly stop breathing.
What?
I look him in the eyes, and I see pain and guilt. “When your mother told me she was pregnant, I was in disbelief but also excited. I may never had loved her, but I wanted nothing more than to be a father. I spent every weekend with you until you were about three. I tried getting custody, but you see, before you were born, I was arrested with possession of a weapon that was used for a murder, and locked up for five months. They couldn’t pin the murder on me because I had a solid alibi, but they managed to use the gun as an excuse to get me locked up. It was planted by the Romanians; they were trying to weaken our Mafia. I took your mother to court four times, and each time I was denied custody. I was only allowed weekend visitations, and then suddenly a new man comes into her life, and she says I’m not your father. Apparently, they fucked before we did. I didn’t believe her, and I tried to take you with me, but she called thepolice and showed them the DNA test, and they confirmed it. I never saw the paperwork, and I thought she had usedhisDNA not mine. I’m sorry, so sorry for not…for not fighting harder. There’s no excuse. I was just a broken man, heartbroken over the loss of his daughter.” Tears run down my cheeks, and he wipes them for me and rasps, “Seeing you almost die in front of me…it was like I was losing you all over again.” I let out a sob and wrap my arm around him, hugging him close as his tears fall against my cheek. He apologizes over and over.
I look toward Sergi, and he gives me a gentle smile, and I squeeze my father tighter. Guilt eats away at me for not giving him a chance to explain his side.
When he pulls away, he runs his fingers over my daughter’s dark hair, just like her mama’s, and rasps, “I know I have a lot to make up for. Please, I want to get to know my daughter. I want to see my grandchildren grow. Forgive me, please.” I sniffle and nod my head. He smiles and kisses my forehead.
Suddenly, my door is slammed open and a very pissed off nurse, the same nurse from earlier, walks in. The men all stiffen while Phoebe snorts, making me and Sofia stifle our laughter.
“Lucy, what can we do for you?” Sofia asks.
“You cost me my fucking job,” she sneers and my mama bear surfaces.
I snap, “Do not swear in front of my children.”
She looks at me and points. “This is your fault.”
Sergi stands, handing our son to his grandfather, Dimitri.
I snort. “I literally woke up an hour ago, how is it exactly my fault?”
Her face goes red, and I just raise a brow at her, and she charges for me, making my mouth hang open. Juan catches her and secures her arms behind her back as security arrives.
Lucy yells, “I didn’t do anything.”
Sergi snaps, “Flirting with grieving fathers who are worried about their children and wives is doing nothing? And let’s not forget that you just tried to attack my wife, who’s just come out of a fucking coma and has our newborn daughter on her chest.”
Her eyes widen when she notices the baby, and she pales. “I’m sorry, s-so s-sorry.”
I just shake my head as security drags her out of the room and snap at Sergi, “Language, Sergi.”
He turns to look at me with a raised brow. Everyone in the room bursts out in laughter as he walks over to me.
He leans down, his nose touching mine, and he murmurs, “What was that,dragotsennyy?”
I clear my throat, and whisper, “Nothing,” making everyone laugh harder. Sergi hums, then gently kisses my lips, making me smile wide at him. And he returns it.
A week later, and I’m going crazy. I’m up walking, pacing my hospital room while my babies are asleep. I need out of this room. I want to go home; I’m fine, the babies are fine, this is ridiculous.
The door opens, and Peter walks in and smirks when he sees me pacing.
I point at him. “You need to get me out of here; my husband has gone crazy. I can’t stay here any longer. Please, daddy,” I beg, and he laughs when I call him daddy, knowing I’m trying to sweeten him up. He walks over and kisses my head, making me smile, then goes to check the babies. He’s come round every day and everyday we’ve talked, a lot, about my birth mother, what I went through, and what he’s been doing over the years. He knows that Tony was and always will be my dad, and he respects that. Tony saved me, but that doesn’t mean Peter and I can’t be close, like me and Dimitri are. Peter is my biological father. I’m just a lucky girl to have so many amazing father figures in her life.
“Can you please talk to Sergi? He won’t answer my calls, and I can’t stay here any longer. I should have been discharged two days ago.” He looks at me and chuckles, then goes back out the door, leaving me standing here dumbfounded. Seriously.