Chapter 40: Chapter 40

"Nurse! How's my daughter?" I asked once she came into my room to check my BP. "She's doing good." She took my hand to check my pulse. "Thank God!" I let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly I felt a sharp piercing pain in my upper arm and I yelped in pain.  She injected a syringe without my knowledge.

I glared at the nurse who gave me a weird look. What can I say I am not fond of injection; It's not my fault anyway.

Voluntarily, my hand went to rub my stomach and my heartbeat of mine started to accelerate immediately. How I'm going to protect this baby? I let out an audible sigh and climbed out of the bed to the attempt of standing by my feet.

"Please take a rest. Your condition is not good, the doctor recommended the bedrest." The nurse informed me. If it had for any other reason about her implying the bedrest, definitely I would have declined it but it's my baby and it's my main concern too.

I slumped my shoulder in defeat before going back to bed again. It's very hard to control my emotions when my baby is suffering in the other room with heavy pain and it's not helping me stay here in the bed doing nothing but taking rest.

The previous encounter with him gave me a sick in my stomach. What if he takes Sweety's full custody? will he be able to do this? What if he wants this baby's custody too? My eyes pricked with tears at the thought of him taking my kid's full custody. They are my world I can't live without them.

"Shh! don’t think too much it's not good for the baby." I tried to convince myself although the anxiety I felt was never lessened.

After taking two hours of complete rest, I asked the nurse to bring me to my baby's room. "Please." I pleaded when she seemed to think about my request.

"Okay...." She was hesitant. "But promise me not to strain yourself too much." This time she made a request.

"Okay..." I whispered feeling unsecured. I'm afraid to face her. What if she doesn't want to see me? I gulped down and walked in the direction of my baby's room.

For almost five minutes I stood there in front of her room and after gathering all my courage I turned the doorknob before entering slowly, not making any sound.

"I'm full I don't want to eat." I heard my baby's angelic voice. Somehow, I felt relief. She sounds good. Then I was happened to meet the back of a tall male figure who is feeding Sweety; the spoon he was holding is telling me that he has been feeding her.

He set the bowl on the table and took the napkin to wipe her mouth. "Mommy!" Her voice was barely audible. She stretched both her hands towards me when her eyes landed on me.

She was grinning ear to ear it made my heart jolt with happiness. I was expected to see a half-dying Sweety, but she is completely alright.

I engulfed her in my arms and hugged her not enough to break her bones. I checked her whole body to find any trace of injury and was pleased that I didn't find anything, and she is okay except for the giant wound in her head.

"Does it hurt?" I asked cupping her cheeks between my hands. She shook her head and grinned at me. Why has she been smiling since I entered her room? The question popped into my mind. Is she okay?

"Mommy?" She stroked my cheeks snapping me out of my trance.

"Yes, baby!" I helped her to sit on the bed.

"Are you going to buy me a baby?" her question takes me off guard completely.

"Wha...What? Who told you?" I managed to utter. I have no idea how she knew. I have planned to tell her once she gets normal but not today.

"Uncle." She pointed her forefinger towards the person and I saw him standing beside the table wearing a painful expression on his face.

Anyone in his shoes would have felt the same if his flesh had called him Uncle.

His eyes held so many regrets. I'm not good at reading people's minds but for him, it's an open book that anyone can understand easily.

He silently pleaded with me to tell her a truth, the truth of how is he exactly related to Sweety.

I averted my gaze from him and concentrated on Sweety who was looking at me with a snooped expression.

I nodded my head. "Yes. Mommy is going to give you a sibling to play with you." I acknowledged her. If it gives her happy then I am happier to reveal the truth to her. She will make a good big sister in the future.

"I love you, Mommy!! You are the best Mom ever." She said rubbing her eyes.

"Sleep baby, Mommy will tell your favorite story." I stroked her forehead and planted a soft kiss before pulling the blanket over her.

I stayed with her telling her a bedtime story until she fell asleep; On the other hand, he was standing beside the table just watching us.

I could sense that he has something to do with Sweety's confession but I'm not going to confront him, truth to be told he is the reason why my baby is alive despite he had caused everything from the beginning.

Giving her one last peck on her forehead I stood on the place ready to leave, but he stopped me grabbing my hand. "I want to talk to you." He asked somehow his voice held some emotions that I didn't feel before.

"I don't want—"

"Please." He added cut me off in my mid-sentence.

"Okay." I let out a loud sigh. I can't run from him not after when he knew everything. I wanted to talk with him too, especially, ask him to stay out of my life and my baby's. Maybe it's a good time to discuss things between us.

"Not here," I said and walked towards my room. Once we reached my room he closed the door and stood there at the entrance.

"Don't think to take my baby's custody. I will fight until my last breath" I began not giving room to any argument.

"I'm sorry." He blurted out looking at the ground not having enough courage to face me. How the man will get courage when he created all the damage by himself.

"Sorry for what?" I sneered. If he thinks a single sorry will bring everything back, then I will show him how wrong he was. All the emotions I held inside were ready to burst out.

"For dumping me? or taking my baby's life?" I yelled in front of his face and broke down into tears; the loss of my baby is still haunting me.

"Please Riya, Calm down. It's not good for our baby." He took me in his arms and engulfed me in a hug.

"Our baby?" I threw him a disgusting look. "It's my baby!! you have no rights over this baby nor Sweety." I glared at him through my glossy eyes.

He has guts in his nerve or else he would never dare to say like that. "Let me go" I wiggled from his grip and he loosened his hold on me.

"I'm sorry Riya but please give me a chance to amend my mistakes." He stroked my hair gently.

"I don't need you anymore," I whispered somehow, I wonder why it affects me more when I declared the truth to him. Yes! I have no feeling for him, yet, my heart clenched with pain.

He shook his head disapprovingly. "you are just saying but deep down you know that you are not meant this." He confessed.

"I know I have a place in your heart somehow it's not fair enough for you to realize how you are feeling for me but that is enough for me to start my life again with you." He said with hope-filled eyes. I don't know what made him think like that, but I hate his guts.

"It will happen only in your dream." I turned my heels and sat on the bed when I felt my leg will give up anytime soon.

"Whatever you say. But I want you back in my life. I can't see you suffer alone. I will have you soon." He challenged me, his voice held solid firm which would send a shiver to anyone else but we both know it won't work on me.

"Please leave me." Finally, I gave up. I have no energy left to argue with him.

"I can't," he said his features held so much emotion; maybe hurt or regret? Whatever.

"You used me for your -"

"We both knew who initiates at first-" He cut me off in my mid-sentence pointing to the truth. "But I'm not here to blame you, neither regret the moment. It was just an accident, I feel responsible too." He inhaled deeply before continuing his phrases.

"We have our baby on the way. The baby needs both his/ her parent's support and Sweety needs too." He stopped. "Please at least give it a try, we can work out through this together." His eyes got glossy.

"It's not a game Mr. Miller. I can't give you a chance whenever you want. My heart is not made up of any metal rod. It's my life and I decided that I don't need you anymore." I gave him my stern reply.

He sniffed somehow hiding his pain once again he mumbled. "As you say, but I will try my best to get you back. If it costs my life too." This guy never takes 'No' in his life. Now what made him think to sacrifice his life? Did I ask any? But for some unknown reason, my heart skipped a beat.

Why did I was born way too good? Didn't the world cause me enough damage? Why did I still feel pain over others?

"And what made you think you will win at the end?" I asked even though I want to get rid of him from this room as soon as possible, but I can't help, instead, asked.

"You didn't let any men come to your life after me. That's enough for me to win you back by your own will." He tried to hide his smirk but failed horribly.

"Then good luck," I defended before making myself comfortably sit on the bed. In no time, the nurse entered my room with the syringe in her hand.

Oooh!! Not again.

"Hello, mam. How are you feeling?" She asked me politely.

"I'm good." I gave her a weak reply. My throat felt sore, so I grabbed the water from the table and gulped down a large amount of water in one shot.

"It's time to take your medicines." She handed me a giant red oval shape tablet and a small brown round jelly tablet. I shoved the tablet deep down into my throat and drank the water immediately.

"Ewww! It's so bitter." I made a gag expression. Meanwhile, he is looking at me amusingly as I am some kind of funny creature. Why is he still here? I wanted to confront him, but the nurse's action got my attention.

She pressed the bottom of that plunger Flange upwards with her thump while her forefinger and middle finger held the barrel tube until the liquid comes out. Like a little girl, I watched her every movement.

She took the cotton and rubbed my upper arm before piercing my skin with the needle. I bit my inner cheeks to prevent from screaming.

Finally, she pulled the needle out and asked me to rub the spot for a few seconds.

"You are still afraid of injection. Aren't you?" he asked concern is evident in his voice. I ignored his question and turned around. I felt my eyes become heavy and I closed my eyes not caring a bit if he is in the same room.

After a while, I felt the soft yet wet kiss on my forehead but I have no energy to protest, deep down I went into a peaceful slumber.

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