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Chapter 87
Elyana's POV
The sun's rays going through the glass window of my room woke me up the next morning. I checked the time and it had already passed eight o'clock, but I still felt like sleeping, even though the sun was already high.
My head felt heavy because of the lack of sleep. Dad left so much to think about last night and speaking of those, it went back again.
I couldn't help but sigh. I sat on the side of the bed slowly while holding my stomach. It had been more than a month, but I could still feel so much pain deep inside. The stitches on the outside were already healed, but the inside was still healing.
I tried my best to be careful by moving very carefully in slow motion, but no matter how much I tried, I still failed. I suddenly froze when I felt a stabbing pain from the core. I nearly cried when I felt it crawling like electricity from my lower stomach to my back. It was too painful.
I considered returning to bed, but I knew that once I lay down, I would have a difficult time getting back up. I decided to sit while I waited for the pain to subside. That took me a couple of minutes and my eyes were already getting teary.
It was not like that every morning, but that day was particularly difficult for me. When I was finally able to move, my first thought was to reach for the wireless telephone on the bedside table and call for assistance.
It took one ring before someone answered. "Hello?" Daldalita was the one who picked up the phone downstairs.
"Can you come upstairs? I need help," I asked directly.
"I'll be there, Miss Elyana," she immediately replied. I ended the call with relief right after thanking her.
She didn't take too long and I already heard someone knocking on the door. "Come in," I permitted; however, when the door opened, it was not Daldalita who arrived.
'Why you, of all people?' I thought while looking at Felicity standing on the doorstep.
I was not expecting him to still be home because he usually leaves early every day. He was not wearing makeup that morning. Although he was already dressed to leave for his office. His long hair was being swept by the wind as he sprinted into my room with his eyes filled with concern.
He looked like a real man, even with the way he walked. There was no swaying of the hips like he was walking on the catwalk. Maybe because he was in a hurry and I got mesmerized thinking he was the one who gave me a baby.
"What happened?" Felicity asked worriedly as he approached me.
After hearing his shrill voice, it pulled me out of my thoughts by force. I even asked myself why, on Earth, I was thinking like that when I already knew who the person in front of me was.
"I-I just need assistance," I answered to put a dot on my thoughts.
Felicity moved closer after hearing what I said. He immediately extended both hands in front of me and I immediately put my hand on them. When my palm touched him, Felicity's hand crawled into my elbows. The next thing I knew, he was already hugging me before pulling me gently to help me stand.
That was exactly the help I needed at that time, but feeling his skin on mine gave me uncomfortable feelings that I could barely explain.
I exerted less force and movement that would trigger the pain. I was glad he was there somehow, however, his being close was frightening in a confusing way.
"Can you walk?" Felicity asked. One of his hands was already behind me and the other was holding my arm.
"I-I think I can. Thank you." I moved away from him by taking one step. I was not that sure if I could reach the restroom without making the pain go back, but I should try.
I took another step and waited a few seconds before taking another step. My right hand was holding the part of my stomach where I felt the excruciating pain before he came.
I reached the doorknob of the restroom in no time. I pushed it open and went inside, but when I turned around, my eyes widened to see Felicity standing behind me. He was too close. His arms stretched in front of me on both sides, like I was a child learning to walk and he was there to make sure I wouldn't fall.
That was too much, I know. I feel I don't deserve someone like him and who would question his ability to take good care of someone with all the things he has been doing for me?
I thought he had already left when I told him I could manage. As I looked into his eyes, I suddenly felt my eyes getting wet. Tears streamed down my cheeks so fast.
"Is there something wrong, girl? It is aching again?" Felicity asked. I wiped my tears and bowed my head as I sniffed like it would even go back inside my eyes.
How silly was that?
"Are you okay? Should I get you a painkiller?" he asked after I didn't reply.
"N-no, it's okay. I'm just getting emotional," I replied as I continued wiping my wet cheeks with both hands. When I was done, I looked up and told him, "Thank you."
We were staring into each other's eyes for a moment until Felicity looked away. I was truly grateful to him. He had been one of the best men in my life I ever had. Yeah, a man, just like Dad referred him to.
"Are you sure?" he asked, still looking in a different direction.
"Yes, I'm sure," I answered as quickly as possible.
"Okay." He looked back at me. "By the way, Auntie wanted to know what you wanted to eat for breakfast," he continued.
I saw awkwardness in his eyes. He couldn't look at me straight in the eyes, which I found too confusing. I wanted to ask why, but I got scared.
I went back to his question. While thinking of what I would like to have for breakfast, my attention went to the scent I had been smelling. It came from Felicity's breath and it smelled like freshly brewed coffee. It was enough for my coffee cravings to trigger. It had been nearly a month since I had my last mug.
Mom prohibited me from drinking coffee because I was breastfeeding my son and since I don't go downstairs to have breakfast with them, I couldn't smell the coffee they were brewing.
"Can I have coffee today?" I asked.
"C-coffee?" Felicity's eyes widened after hearing what I said. He had reason to look straight into my eyes and I took the chance to show him my begging eyes.
"A-Aunt told you not to drink coffee, right?" It seemed effective. He stammered, but not enough to convince him.
"Yeah, she did, but I need caffeine today." I pouted. "It had been a while. I will be fine with just a half cup," I replied like a child pleading to get what I wanted, but knowing him for being the same as my mom, I no longer hoped for a coffee when it was just from him.
I suddenly thought of Quintin. Maybe he would buy me a coffee if I told him I needed some, but that man had been very busy lately and he couldn't even call or text me.
"Half a cup seems too much for you." Just like I expected. He wouldn't allow it.
"Fine. I will be fine with French toast and milk," I said, closing the door before hearing more from him.
When I was already sitting on the toilet bowl, I heard him speak outside, "I'll be leaving now and by the way, I can't be here tonight. I need to go to Cebu to meet a client. I already told your parents about it.".
"Okay," I plainly answered.
I didn't hear anything else after that. I was silently thanking God that he didn't start scolding me that early.
After I finished doing my thing in the morning, I already went out of the restroom wearing only a robe. My breakfast was already on the table. Two slices of French toast and a mug of hot milk. They added an omelet to my request, but I was surprised there was a stainless tumbler sitting next to the tray of my food.
From the look of it, it seemed the tumbler didn't come with the tray. When I moved closer, I saw a sticky note on the side of the tumbler. I immediately recognized who penned it—none other than Felicity.
"Don't tell anyone," I read on the note, and without any expectations, I twisted the lid to check what was inside it, and to my surprise, it was coffee.
I smiled from ear to ear while smelling its aroma. "Oh my God! Thank you!" I exclaimed out of joy, but when I remembered what was written on the note, I immediately covered my mouth.
I suddenly forgot the pinching pain left in my stomach. I took a sip of the coffee with my eyes closed.Download Novelah App
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