Chapter 9 - Leo's P.O.V.
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Leo’s P.O.V.
It’s been two weeks already. Two weeks and my beautiful Mallory is slowly starting to be comfortable around me. Or I should say, around Claire.
I saw them laughing while cooking last night and it made my heart swell up. She looked like herself at that moment.
I wish and pray that she will eventually remember us. But for that, she needs to see a doctor and get tested.
Deep in thought, sipping on my whiskey, I looked out my window.
A soft knock sounded on my office door. Not bothering to turn my chair around, I call whoever it is in.
“Humm, I hope I’m not disturbing you,” Mallory’s melodious voice says.
I turned my chair so fast I almost fell off, making her stifle a giggle behind her hand.
I can tell she’s still nervous around me, but not half as much as the first few days.
“I’m never busy for you, “ I say, straightening my shirt and trying to regain my composure.
A light blush creeps on her delicate cheek, and all I want to do is make it grow further.
Just the thought of it makes the front of my pants tighten uncomfortably. I try readjusting myself without her knowing. She would probably flee my office if she knew the effect she has on me at the moment.
She nervously fidgets on her feet before looking at me again.
“Is there anything I can help you with?” I ask after clearing my throat.
“I wanted to… I mean, I was going to ask Claire the other day, but, I mean…”
Why do I find her so cute when she is a fumbling mess like this?
“Mallory, why don’t you sit down on the sofa and take a deep breath?” I tell her, unable to hide my smile.
She finally came to me of her own volition for something. I don’t care what she’s going to ask of me, I will give it to her!
She is the only person in this world, apart from our daughter, that can get me to do anything and make me smile with my heart.
Without even questioning or hesitation, she does as I ask and sits down. I stand up from my chair and joined her, keeping a little space between us.
As much as I would want to be much closer to her, I heard my brother loud and clear and have been trying my best to give her some space. And he was right. She is slowly coming around and a have been a lot more comfortable and open around me.
I couldn’t be any happier about it either.
God do I miss my queen. I swear the day I have her back to herself, I will worship her in every way humanly possible and then some!
“Now tell me, what is it that you need?”
“I, I was wondering if, if you have any art supplies I could borrow?” She asked timidly.
Of course! I should have thought about it before!!
“I’m not sure if we have some here,” I say, her shoulder sagging in disappointment. “But I can buy some for you. What do you need exactly?”
“You don’t need to!” She says, almost in a a panic.
“Hey,” I say placing my hand on her knee. “It’s ok. I’m more than happy to get any supplies your need. I should have thought about it before now, to be honest.” I tell her honestly.
“Why would you have thought about that?” She asks curiously.
“Well, you’ve always loved drawing.,” I say, my eyes falling on my favorite of hers hanging in my office.
She follows my gaze, peering at her gorgeous swollen side profile.
“That’s a beautiful piece,” She says absentmindedly.
“You did look stunning that day,” I reply, making her head spin my way.
“What?”
“You had an amazing day when we took that photo. You turned it into a masterpiece afterward. That day, you had no nausea. No heartburn. Great appetite, finally after two weeks of barely eating. We spent our day lounging in the garden, talking about anything and everything. Of our dreams for our little princessa. Of how we were going to raise her. Of what she might be interested in when she grew up.”I say, my smile growing with the memory.
I finally turned my head towards her. She is biting her lips, deep in thought,
When she lifts her gaze to meet mine, I am mesmerized by her determination.
“Why are you so sure that I‘m your wife?” She finally asks.
“There is no way I could ever mistake you as not my wife. You are the person who grounded me when I felt out of control. When I felt lost, you found me. Each and every time. When my heart would grow cold, you’d thaw it out. Our love isn’t something I would ever forget,”
I tell her honestly.
“Then why would I have forgotten it if it were that strong?” She says, her eyes glossing up.
“I wish I knew. But I’m suspecting foul play at hand.”
“What do you mean?”
“You were taken from me while pregnant. It took me a little over four years to finally find the two of you. But when we carried out the rescue mission, something went wrong. They only brought back out little Claire. They didn’t recognize you since you are no longer a brunette. They left you in that car and you were….” I gulp, remembering the sight of that car. The amount of blood staining the back seat.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
“I should have been there. I should have been the one to rescue you that day. I’m so sorry that I failed you.” I say, lowering myself off the sofa and onto my knees in front of her.
“What are you doing?!” She whispered/yelled.
“I failed you. I’m so sorry! I wish I could change the past. I would have been there and you wouldn’t have stayed with Alexender for the past five years. No! Even before that! I would prevent you from ever being kidnap in the first place. I’m so sorry. Please…forgive me…” I say, my voice breaking.
I had vowed myself not to cry in front of her. I never cry. EVER! But having her here again. And having this discussion, I just can’t help it. She is my whole intire world and it’s my fault she was put in harms way. Multiple time.
“It’s all my fault. I should have protected you better. I love you so much, but I failed you as a friend, your lover, your husband, your protector. I will never be able to repent for it, but I will do anything I can for danger to never find you again. I swear, I’ll do better. Please…Don’t leave me.” I wept, placing my hands on her knees, my head lowered on top.
I am not an emotional man, but in front of her, I can be as vulnerable as an infant.
Her soft, delicate hand runs through my hair, softly patting my head.
“W…What happened exactly?” She murmurs, her hand not leaving my head.
I try my best to compose myself and tell her everything I know.
I heard her gasp a few times and trembled at other moments, but she never interrupts my storytelling.
“How can we be a hundred percent sure that I am who you say that I am?” She asks nervously.
“I know you won’t like my answer, but our best bet would be seeing a doctor,” I say.
She was about to say something but I cut her off.
“The only way would be a blood test. You’ve had prenatal care while pregnant. We have a copy of your files here. And it would be the best way to make sure you’re healthy.”
I lift my head to meet her eyes. I need to see what she’s thinking.
“C-Can I really trust you? Or your doctor?”
“I swear, I would never do anything that could harm you purposely! You are my world. I need you and so does our little girl.”
“Our girl…” She whispers absentmindedly.
“Yes. Our girl.”
“Ok.”
“Ok, what?” I ask, confused.
“I-I’ll meet with your doctor.”
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