Il Suo Zaffario (His Sapphire)

Chapter 16

I woke up with a sudden, overwhelming urge to vomit. Without thinking, I bolted out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before the nausea took over. My head throbbed as I emptied my stomach, and afterward, I slumped onto the cold tile floor, taking deep breaths to steady myself. Once the wave of sickness passed, I forced myself to stand, brushed my teeth, and splashed water on my face, hoping to wash away the exhaustion clinging to me.

As I stepped out of the bathroom, a knock sounded at the door. I told whoever it was to come in, and Adonis appeared. Relief washed over me, and I ran to him, wrapping my arms around him in a tight hug.

"I missed you," I said, feeling a bit of warmth return as he chuckled.

"Why didn't you come look for me?" I asked, releasing him and walking over to the love sac.

"I'm sorry, I've been busy lately," he replied, scratching the back of his head.

"I heard Logan's back," he said, his eyes drifting around the room as he absently touched things.

"Yeah, he's back, but whatever," I muttered, trying to sound indifferent, though it was clear from his expression that he saw right through me.

"I also heard he brought someone with him," Adonis added, looking at me more directly. I nodded, feeling a mix of emotions churn inside me.

"So, you're not angry?" he asked, his voice careful.

"Well, kinda," I admitted, picking up a bottle of nail polish from the nearby table. "He used me. He was with me while he was with her."

Adonis's face tightened, but I waved it off. "Let's not talk about that. Can you help me paint my toenails? My back hurts," I asked, trying to shift the conversation to something lighter.

He chuckled, moving the love sac closer to the bed. "Sure, since I have nothing else to do," he said, taking the nail polish from me. I lifted my foot onto his knee, and he began the delicate task.

"So, other than guard duty, what else do you do for fun?" I asked, watching him concentrate on my toes.

"Well, I go out with friends sometimes. We play games, go to the movies, or pull pranks on people," he said, blowing gently on my nails to help them dry.

"That's kind of mean, though," I giggled.

"Maybe, but it's fun," he laughed, placing the polish down. "How's that for my first time?"

I scrunched my nose as I looked down at my toes. They were a little messy, but I could fix them later. "Pretty good for your first time," I said with a smile. It was sweet of him to even try. Not many guys would bother.

Suddenly, another wave of nausea hit me, stronger than before. I yanked my foot away from Adonis's hold and dashed back to the bathroom. As I hunched over the toilet, I felt him gently pull my hair back, keeping it out of the way. Once the sickness passed, I flushed the toilet and leaned over the sink, splashing water on my face again. I hated vomiting—it was the worst feeling in the world. When I finally looked up, Adonis was watching me with a worried expression.

"Are you okay, Sapphire?" he asked as we walked back into the room. I shook my head and sat on the bed, feeling utterly defeated.

"No, I'm not okay. I've been sick for like a month now, and it won't go away," I confessed, my voice breaking as tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't hold them back any longer and began to cry.

Adonis sat beside me, pulling me into a comforting embrace. "Why didn't you go see a doctor?" he asked gently.

"I don't know... Even if I did ask Logan to take me, he wouldn't. He's been so mean to me," I cried harder, feeling the weight of everything crashing down on me. "Everything hurts."

"Do you want me to talk to him?" he offered, but I shook my head.

"No, I'll tell him," I said, wiping my eyes. "Adonis, I'm feeling a little tired," I yawned, surprising even myself with how quickly exhaustion was overtaking me.

"Didn't you just wake up?" he asked, confused, as I nodded and laid down on the bed.

"Yeah, but I had a rough day... I'll eat something when I get u—" The words never finished as sleep pulled me under almost instantly.

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LOGAN POV

I felt like I had been too hard on Sapphire. Getting back with Christy just to make her jealous was a mistake—one that I regretted more with each passing day. My heart ached with the weight of my own foolishness.

Christy was never the one I wanted. I broke up with her for a reason: she was crazy and delusional. Getting back with her was a desperate move, and I knew it. But it was too late now. The damage was done, and the feelings I had for Sapphire were starting to crumble, piece by piece.

I was going to apologize. I had rehearsed it in my head a thousand times, trying to find the right words to make her understand how sorry I was. But when I walked into her room, ready to bare my heart, the sight that greeted me stopped me cold.

Adonis was with her, sitting on the floor, painting her nails like it was the most natural thing in the world. They hadn't even noticed me standing there, watching. My heart twisted painfully as I waited for her to turn and see me, but she never did. Instead, she suddenly stood up, a hand over her mouth, and bolted to the bathroom, Adonis right behind her.

My feet moved on their own, leading me to the bathroom door where I stood, helpless, as I watched her vomit into the toilet. Adonis was there, holding her hair back, rubbing her back with a tenderness that should have been mine to give. The sight of them together, so close, made something snap inside me.

I stormed out of the room, my chest tight with anger and hurt. I barely made it to my office before the emotions boiling inside me erupted. Grabbing the glass on my desk, I hurled it at the wall, watching it shatter into a million pieces, much like how I felt inside.

"Why would you do this to me?" I whispered to the empty room, my voice breaking as I ran a frustrated hand through my hair. I had never felt so hurt, so betrayed by my own choices.

The worst part was that deep down, I knew something was wrong with Sapphire. All the signs were there—vomiting, fainting, headaches, constant sickness—but I had pushed it to the back of my mind, refusing to admit what was staring me in the face. Now, seeing her with Adonis, the truth I had been avoiding came crashing down on me.

I had pushed her away when she needed me the most. And now, she was slipping through my fingers, and I had no one to blame but myself. I shouldn't have went on that stupid trip.

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SAPPHIRE POV

When I woke up, it was already late, and my stomach growled with hunger. I hadn't eaten anything yet, so I dragged myself out of bed and headed down the hall. As I turned the corner, I bumped into Christy.

"Ugh, watch where you're going," she snapped, turning toward me with an irritated expression.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, trying to avoid further conflict, but she just rolled her eyes and folded her arms.

"Speak up, honey, I can't hear you," she said, her tone dripping with condescension.

"I said I'm sorry," I repeated through gritted teeth, forcing myself to meet her gaze.

"Well, that's more like it. And by the way, I don't want to see you trying anything with Logan. You're acting like you're sick just to get his attention."

"No, I'm not. I *am* sick, but he's the one that keeps bothering me. Maybe you should talk to him," I shot back, turning on my heel and walking away before she could respond. I heard her groan in frustration as I left.

In the kitchen, I opened the fridge, searching for something to satisfy my hunger. My eyes lit up when I spotted a tub of cookies and cream ice cream sitting there, alongside a bowl of fresh fruit. I debated for a moment between healthy and indulgent but ultimately decided to have both. As I was about to leave the kitchen, Sara stopped me.

"Darling, where are you going with that tub of ice cream?" she asked, raising one eyebrow.

"I'm really craving cookies and cream ice cream. Can I have it, please, Sara?" I asked, my voice tinged with desperation. She hesitated, considering it, before finally nodding. I smiled gratefully and settled around the kitchen island.

A few minutes later, after I'd eaten some of the fruit and most of the ice cream, I suddenly melted into tears. Sara gave me a puzzled look and walked over.

"What's wrong? You were fine just a while ago," she said, sitting down beside me.

"I don't know... It's just that I hate when the ice cream melts while I'm eating it. It's not like I can eat it that fast," I sobbed, feeling ridiculous but unable to stop the tears. Sara's expression softened, and she pulled me into a comforting hug.

"Oh, darling, you shouldn't be crying over that," she cooed, brushing my hair back with her hand.

"That's not the only thing. I'm always nauseous and vomiting, I feel so tired, my head hurts, and my damn breasts are tender. Being sick is not fun," I cried even louder, feeling completely overwhelmed.

"Oh, you poor thing," Sara murmured, gently rocking me as I continued to sob. Then she leaned back slightly, a small smile playing on her lips. "I don't think this is any type of sickness, sweetheart. I think you're pregnant."

My eyes widened in shock, and I gasped, the weight of her words hitting me all at once.

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