Chapter 70: Chapter 70

/Amber’s pov/

"All right, I'll go ahead and double-check that there is an operating room available," says the doctor. It's a quick and painless procedure that takes little time. After that, I'm sure you'll come back down here to see me," the doctor said as he hurried out the door, waving to Mike.

I took a long, deep breath and turned to face Mike. Please I’m sorry I am solely responsible for this situation.

He took a big breath and shook his head emphatically in disapproval. "Please refrain from saying anything like that. Angel, you bear no responsibility for what has transpired in this situation. Put an end to your self-deprecating behavior." It was that as**ole, not you, who was responsible for it." As he bent over me, he kissed the top of my head with a tender touch.

“No. I should have known better than to make the effort to leave your home in the first place. You instructed me to remain at the location. It was my failure to pay attention to you that resulted in the death of our child "As I grieved, my heart was breaking all over again.

He gingerly stepped onto the bed and wrapped his arms over me, making every effort not to move me while he was doing so. I'm sorry, Angel, but you are not to blame for anything that has happened; you did not kill the child." Basically, it's just something that occurs every now and then. There was a reason why we weren't destined to have this child, as you are well aware given my strong belief that everything happens for a reason.

You are not liable for anything that happens to you. Ultimately, it is my fault; if I hadn't told him to get off of you, he would not have hit you. I am the one who is to blame." He talked in hushed tones as he explained. And with that, I shook my head and buried my face in his chest, clinging to him tightly, knowing that this wasn't his fault in the least. In my ear he repeated the words "I love you" over and over again until the doctor reappeared and brought me away to the operating room.

Mike walked along the side of my bed until I walked into the room, at which point he was not permitted to proceed. His eyes were filled with remorse and pain as he lightly kissed me on the lips. When you get out of bed, I'll be right there waiting for you. I was overcome with emotion when he told me, "I love you more than anything in the world."

When he stated such words, I couldn't help but smile a little. He was still interested in me and had a genuine concern for me. He was still head over heels in love with me. I really prayed that he wasn't saying these things to make me feel better because I was depressed and hurting at the time. Despite everything I'd done, I hoped against hope that he still liked me.

/Mike’s pov/

The moment she was no longer in my sight or in my mind, I collapsed to the floor and sobbed into my hands, cupped over my head. From head to toe, my body ached with pain. I couldn't do anything to help her because she was in excruciating pain at the time. The baby had died, and for some odd reason, she was blaming herself and not the jerk who had been the cause of the death of the infant.

It was difficult not to think of him as I clenched my hands into fists and placed them against my temples. The more I thought about him, the more I wanted to run out of here and sever his head from his body, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. As soon as my baby woke up, I had to be there to care for her. I couldn't just walk away from her. She didn't need to be concerned about anything else at this point in her life, I reasoned.

Earlier in the day, I had shown confidence in what I had said. Obviously, if we had known that this child was going to be born, we would have done everything we could to make it happen. If it had been meant to be, she would not have lost her calm in the least. The agony of losing this child, despite the fact that I'd always believed that everything happens for a reason, was agonizing.

When a beautiful little baby was born, I imagined it would be identical to its mother in all aspects. I leaned against the wall, my eyes closed, as I waited for her to emerge from behind the doorway. She never did. Although Jake sat beside me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, I didn't pay attention to him. I was thinking about something else.

"She's gone nuts," I said under my breath.

Jake's arm tightened over my shoulders more and more as the minute passed. “ Yeah. Having his hand on my shoulder and squeezing it comforted me that everything will be fine.

Even though I was surprised he didn't scream at me for accidentally getting his younger sister pregnant, to be honest, I couldn't care less about what he thought of me. He couldn't possibly cause me any more misery than I was already experiencing; the only person who could do so was my Guardian Angel, who was watching over me. I couldn't take my own life because she was the only one who could.

Because of the anaesthetic she had received, she was still asleep as she was wheeled out of the operating room. It took me approximately 40 minutes to accomplish the task. I jumped to my feet and took a quick glance at her. "Does she look to be in a good mood?" My pleas went unanswered as they carried her down the hall and out the door, skipping alongside the bed.

"Everything ran well and without hiccups. Everything has been taken away. I'm confident in her ability to recover. Approximately one hour after being awakened from anesthesia, she should begin to regain consciousness and We'll lay her up for the night and let her out in the afternoon the following day.

- According to the doctor, she will need to take it easy for a few of days." As soon as I walked into her room, I sat by her bed, my hand tightly gripping hers. Jake and I remained silently next to her bed, knowing that there was nothing we could do to make things better.

After nearly a half-hour, she kissed me on the lips as she extended her hand to mine. As her eyes fluttered, I leaped to my feet with lightning speed. The fact that she had woken me up in this manner for the second time in three days was unbearable, and I prayed to God that she would not do it again because I couldn't take it any longer.

As I gently massaged her damaged and bloodied face, where he had punched her, I mumbled to myself, "Hey, Angel."

Her eyes were closed, despite the fact that she turned her head to the side in my general direction. The corner of her mouth curled up into a small smile as she took a deep breath. "You stayed," she said in hushed tones.

It's possible she was under the impression I was going to abandon her.

Naturally, I made the decision to remain in the position. I leaned in and kissed her on the lips lightly. As she kissed me back, she gasped and shakily gripped the front of my shirt, her hands shaking.

"I love you so much, Mike," she said in hushed tones as she embraced him.

Then I said, "I understand," but I added, "but I still love you more." It was the most ardent love I'd ever had for another person in my entire life.

While still holding her hand tightly in mine, Jake cleared his throat and I drew away a few steps away from her. He cradled her in his arms and snuggled in close to her. When the man conveyed his regret for Ambs' loss of her child, it was clear that he was sincere in his response.

In a heartfelt smile and with a regretful nod, she expressed her heartbreak. The moment she replied, her voice broke as she spoke. "Yeah, me too," she said, her voice breaking as she spoke, "I'm with you."

"Right now, I'm going to call Abigail and Josh," When Jake kissed her on the cheek and stepped behind the curtain, giving us some much-needed privacy, he said, "I'll contact your parents as well, Mike."

"Would you like to spend the night with me?" Her lips twitched and a squeak escaped.

As she sobbed, I nodded and carefully climbed onto the bed next her to comfort her. "Do you appear to be suffering from any discomfort?" I queried as I gently wrapped my arm around her shoulders and leaned in close.

"Not in the traditional sense,"

While it still hurts a little, it's not nearly as bad as it was before." While shifting her weight on the bed, she winced a little.

My face was buried in the side of her neck as I closed my eyes and relaxed. It felt wonderful. "You have to stop scaring the living daylights out of me. "You're truly going to give me a heart attack fairly soon," I joked, trying to lighten the tone of the conversation.

She burst into laughter, completely uncaring about anything. "Mike, I'm completely spent right now." She nuzzled against my neck as she moved her head to look at me.

When I moved the sheets closer to Angel to keep her warm, I replied softly, "All right, Angel." "Go to bed," I recommended.

She drifted in and out of sleep for a few hours at a time, depending on how she felt that day. They gave her more pills, but she refused to take them because she said she was not in any agony. The doctors and nurses agreed to let her get out of bed to use the bathroom after a couple of hours as long as she was accompanied by two nurses, who she didn't think particularly hospitable given the circumstances of the scenario.

She entered the room at nine o'clock, a melancholy expression on her face as she walked through the door. Her words were "I'm sorry, but visiting hours have ended for today, and I'm going to have to request that you leave."" She expressed her regrets as she escorted Amber back to her room.