FATED BOND

Nina’s POV

I was in the bathroom when I heard Damien come into the room. I heard him asking of me and Amar told him I was in the bathroom. I was having difficulty bending down to wash my legs and private parts because I was heavily pregnant.

I thought Damien was out until I began to hear him whispering. Amar did the same too and I couldn’t comprehend what they were talking about. I rinsed the soap off my body, washed my hair, and allowed the water to wash through me once more before putting off the shower and tying my towel around me.

The towel was different from the one I was using before my pregnancy because the one I was using was too small for me. I had to get a bigger one.

I opened the door slightly to see Amar and Damien still whispering some words to each other. The only thing I was able to grab before they looked up to see me staring at them was “Daisy.”

My curiosity got the better of me. “What are you two talking about?”

Damien gave me a boyish grin, scratched his head, and stood up. “Nothing, mom.”

My arms were folded as I looked at them to start explaining what was happening but it was obvious they wouldn’t let me in on their conversation.

“Amar, what happened?” I asked my husband instead, hoping he would confide in me and disappoint the irresponsible boy he called son. But my husband also disappointed me. He only shrugged, without saying a word.

I threw Damien a harsh glare and he chuckled. I moved closer to him to grab him till he said whatever it was they were talking about, but he was smart enough to sense my intention as he slipped away before I could get a hold of him.

“Damien”, I called in frustration.

He was already at the door. “See you later, mom.” He grinned widely and slammed the door shut.

I turned to Amar but he also stood up, avoiding my gaze and trying to go into the bathroom. We had plans of going to the hospital that morning because I was feeling pains throughout the night. He asked me to go take my bath first.

“Amar, you are not going to tell me too?” He halted.

He turned to me with a smile. That smile reminded me of the day of our wedding when I appeared and saw him at the altar looking anxious and perspiring so hard.

When our eyes interlocked, he gave me a satisfactory smile and I did the same too. That was the type of smile on Amar’s face that day. I knew he was trying to bribe me with that so I would forget about it.

“Amar”, I whined.

“Just let me take my bath. I’ll let you know on our way to the hospital.”

“No, you won’t,” I told him with confidence.

He chuckled and moved close to me, placing his hand on my waist, pulling me closer to him, and trailing kisses all over me. “Amar”, I moaned.

“Uhmm.”

“I won’t take this bribe”, I disengaged from the hug.

“You don’t trust me?” He peered at me.

I didn’t know whether to tell him I trust him or not. “Are you going to tell me?”

“Yes, I promise.”

I giggled and flung myself into his arms, like a schoolgirl. My belly hit him and I groaned, rubbing my stomach.

“Sorry. Let’s get you seated while I quickly take my bath.” He said holding my hands as he walked to the bed. The moment I sat down, a sharp pain pierced through me right from my backbone. I screamed and held his hand more firmly.

“Nina, are you ok?” He demanded with worry.

“No”, I snapped.

“What is it?” He bent down in front of me.

“Hospital”, I shouted.

He got up immediately and got out of his pajamas before wearing the first shirt his hand came in contact with.

“Amar, be fast”, I shouted as another pain shot through me.

He rushed to me with his belt undone. “Nina, what is it?”

“It’s the baby”, I yelled at him. “Are you not supposed to know it’s the baby?”

“The baby?” He questioned back, standing still in shock.

I felt a burst of water drop from underneath me and another pain shoots through me.

“Amar”, I screamed again and again and again.

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Daisy’s POV

I was in my robe as I got out of the bathroom. I woke up with nausea and rushed to the bathroom to vomit. After I was done vomiting almost all I ate the day before, I took my bath.

When I got out of the bathroom, I thought of going to the kitchen to find something to eat. My stomach was empty and I needed to eat something to restore my energy. I began to wonder why I was vomiting.

It started the day before but I didn’t take it seriously because I thought it was normal, since it was caused by irritation. I saw something irritating and that made me vomit. But that morning, the nausea was what woke me up.

It was exactly two weeks after the birth of Nina’s daughter Isabella. She was Ellah’s little aunty and newest playmate.

I sauntered to the door, still in my robe. Then I opened it and was about to leave the room when I saw Amar and Damien on the staircase, whispering to each other.

At first, I thought they were having some sort of argument. It looked like Amar was telling him to do something and Damien was saying something else. I didn’t know why I felt like eavesdropping. But I assumed it was my curiosity that was at work.

Damien nodded and began to walk towards my room. I quickly shut the door, asking myself what was happening and what was about to happen. I shut the door so he wouldn’t see me eavesdropping.

When I didn’t hear his footsteps, I opened the door slightly and peeped out. Amar’s words were still inaudible for me to hear from my room. I saw Damien stretching something at him and my heart skipped a bit at the sight.

It was a box.

My thoughts were running wild as my heart thumped widely.

A box? I asked myself. Is Damien going to propose to me? What the hell is happening?

My breath seized in excitement and I tried to control myself. I heaved a sigh of relief and puffed out air, hoping it will help calm down my nervousness and anxiety. But it wasn’t working. I felt like I was having a panic attack.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I left the door with a grimace when I couldn’t breathe properly and went to sit on the bed. I placed my hand on my chest, rubbing it and trying hard to breathe out.

When I was finally able to breathe, nausea came back and I rushed into the bathroom. I puked out the remaining thing left in me. By the time I was done, my breathing was back to normal. I washed my mouth and flushed the water closet.

I puffed out air and found my way out of the bathroom, wondering why I kept vomiting. I decided I was going to have to visit the hospital and treat whatever was wrong with me so I could be as healthy as a horse before my final exams the following week.

When I got out of the bathroom, I was shocked to see Damien already in my room. Seeing him standing there looking nervous reminded me of the stupid thoughts I was harboring earlier. I lost my voice when I realized the thought wasn’t stupid.

Damien was hiding something behind him and I knew instantly that my assumptions were right. Damien was about to propose to me.

After a second thought, I asked myself, “How am I sure this is it?”

I couldn’t answer the question but I was confident that I was right.

“Daisy, are you ok?” He moved close to me. “You look pale.” There was worry laced in his voice.

His left hand was still hidden behind him while the right was on my cheek. He was peering at me in concern as I stared at him, speechless.

“Daisy, what’s the matter with you?”

I shook my head. “It’s nothing”, I finally found my voice and smiled at him.

“But you look sick.”

“Yeah. Maybe it’s the flu. I’ll visit the doctor today or tomorrow.”

“Oh!” He muttered and I could sense the disappointment in the tone. “I guess this is not the right time to say this then.” He turned back as if scared to look me in the face.

“Say what?” I inquired to be sure I was on the right track. If he is going to propose, he should do it now and I will give him a reply immediately, I thought to myself.

There was absolutely nothing there for me to think about. That has always been my dream.

“Nothing.” He turned back to look at me.

“Ok.” I was disappointed. I thought he was going to pop the question. Then I would jump up and say a resounding yes, before running over to Nina’s room to announce the good news, then call Maria also. I moved to my bed to lay down. I suddenly lost my appetite.

“You should get some rest darling”, he walked to the bed to peck me on the forehead.

He smelled of aftershave and I tried to control myself from pulling him to the bed and asking him to stay with me. “I love you”, he said and turned abruptly, without waiting for my reply.

He seemed to have forgotten he was hiding something from me as he turned. My eyes fell on the box in his hand and I knew I was right after all. I knew there was a ring in the box. I knew Damien wanted to ask me to marry him. But he lost the nerve too.

Is he scared that I will reject him or he just doesn’t know how best to throw the question to me? I asked myself.

I refrained from laughing at the thought of Damien’s cowardice. I stood up from the bed, wincing at the pain in my belly. I was famished. I called him before he could move out of my room. He turned back slowly and seeing the box in his hand was out in the open, he hid it at his back. I chuckled and walked towards him.

“My answer is yes, Damien,” I told him with confidence.

“What?” He exclaimed, probably shocked as to how I got to know of his intentions for coming into my room in the first place.

“You don’t need to ask me, Damien. I’ve always been your woman, even while you were away. I’ve always loved you. I want you to be my first and last in everything. My first love. So I’ll marry you, Damien.” I finished and breathed deeply as he watched me.

He didn’t say anything for a while and I began to doubt everything, not until he crashed his lips into mine and a tear rolled down his eyes. “Thank you”, he said into my mouth.

That got me emotional. It showed how much I meant to him. How much he loved me. As he kissed me slowly, as I took in his breath, cologne, and scent, I began to cry silently into his mouth. Still kissing him and wishing never to let go.

We were both enjoying the kiss, despite the added flavor of salt from our tears. I held him tightly as our lips moved in sync, becoming fierce and urgent.

My tears wouldn’t stop but I knew it was not sadness or sorrow. It was tears of joy. We both landed on the bed after taking a few steps backward and I cried more into his mouth.

That graduation party was a turning point in our lives. That one-night stand brought us together, creating a bond between us that was unbreakable despite the years of not being together. The bond that changed my entire life, my dreams, and brought unimaginable changes into my life.

Damien was something I never expected. Ellah was something I never imagined to have at that age. But I didn’t regret it. Ellah was worth letting go of my dreams. And Damien was worth having.

They were worth more than gold and I loved them with my life. They were my blood and fate.