Fated to be together or not [COMPLETED]

Nicolle is not Ok

Once we finished our lunch, we decided to stay in the city for one more day and call Mr. and Mrs. Jones to our room to give them a surprise. After it was her idea to wish each other.

We decorated the room together. Some balloons, frills, lots of red roses. We asked a local bakery about their favorite flavor and ordered a chocolate cake for them. Cheese Pizza, some cold drinks and beer for the men.

Alex didn't want to drink because of me. He was afraid I might get those nightmares again tonight and he didn’t want to snore next to me. His words not mine, I know he doesn’t snore because I used to wake up the whole night. He only looks sexy when he is sleeping. Focus Nicolle.

But he eventually agreed since the girl at the bakery told us the old man likes beer.

And then we called them. They were so happy and I saw a few tears in their eyes which made us happy. Alex was looking so satisfied and I realized he never got a chance to do anything for his mom or dad. He never got a chance to celebrate their bday or anniversary because of Mrs. Colton or his responsibilities. Whatever it was, he never got a chance to celebrate anything.

Why is she like this? Can't she see the happiness in Alex's eyes when he does something for others. But I don't want to remember her. She is the reason I am taking Alex to CA.

We were all laughing when Mr. Jones revealed that there were other rooms with queen beds.

"Oh, You were asking for a room with 2 beds, and I saw your car on CCTV, with a beautiful wife in there. I understood you had a fight and I decided to give you a room with a king bed only. You see, there is no fight in this world which we can’t resolve if we really want to."

And he kissed his wife's hand. We smiled looking at them and a thought ran across my mind. I want to grow old with Alex. I want to celebrate little moments like this with him. Will he accept me?

And then both men decided to drink near the campfire, in the garden and I was left with Mrs. Jones on the bench in the same garden. It was located inside the hotel and there were a lot of couples celebrating valentine Day.

"So, did you hear what your i***t husband said?"

I blushed. "Yes. I tried to clear up some misunderstanding. I told him that I know he saved me that day. I think we are friends now."

"Good, now show him you care about his likings, his dis-likings. Be a friend first. If your spouse is your best friend, then life is a lot easier."

"I now understand what you mean. But I can't stop myself. He looks so sexy..". I bit my lip. "Sorry"

"It's ok, If you are not saying, I will say it. He is a sexy man. See the girls over there. They are checking him out." I saw where Mrs. Jones was pointing and there were few girls. They were looking at Alex as if they would eat him if given the chance. He was laughing freely. But I was fuming with anger.

"You look so sweet when you are jealous."

"I AM jealous. He is married. Can't the girls see a ring on his finger. It's not like he is hiding the ring."

"But do you see Alex? That's what's important." I saw him, and he was behaving as if those girls were not there. And once again I was lost looking at him. Ugh, I will go mad. What's happening to me?

Suddenly we saw some commotion where Alex was sitting. I saw Alex standing and talking to someone. Mrs. Jones asked me to stay and went to check what happened. It was after a few seconds I realized I was hearing Alex shouting. I rushed towards him.

Alex was sitting on a man, punching him hard. The man was already bleeding through his nose and mouth and Alex was not stopping. Mrs. Jones was trying hard, but he was beyond control. All that fight scene, Oh God, I started getting panic attacks again. He has blood all over his t-shirt. his wounds, stitches. Is he hurt? Did the man have a knife? I fainted imagining all those scars. Mrs. Jones saw me and shouted at Alex. He stopped the second he heard my name and looked at me.

Alex:

Nicolle was again hyperventilating. God, she is having a hard time breathing. I caught her before she could fall.

"Nicolle, please relax. Breathe. Oh God. What am I going to do now? Mrs. Jones, please help." I was pleading with her and she was definitely angry with me.

I was not drunk, so I easily carried her back to the room, and Mrs. Jones gave her an injection. Seeing her like this, I was sweating badly. I was pacing back and forth, while Mrs. Jones shooting daggers at me.

"You fool. Didn't I warn you in the morning? She is stressed. Why were you beating that man there?"

Before I could say anything Mr. Jones jumped in.

"He was saying something about a girl, and her video. And if I was in his place I would have done the same. But he is faster, you know."

Mrs. Jones raised her eyebrow.

"He was talking to a girl over the phone, demanding that she come to the hotel and if she didn't, he would leak her video." He told Mrs. Jones and gave a "Now tell me" look.

"Did you destroy the phone?" She asked me and Mr. Jones stepped in again. I guess he was asking for a death wish.

"Of course, that was the first thing he broke, not before transferring the video to the girl and asking her to come here to witness that bastard. And then to teach him a lesson, he broke his nose, then his jaw, a few teeth and then I guess his rib, right? Or was it teeth then jaw and then rib? I don't know the sequence." I laughed but seeing Mrs. Jones, I covered my mouth.

"And what were you doing?" She asked her husband.

"Oh, I was first recording his conversation on my phone, you know, to show the police that he was indeed threatening a girl. And then calling 911. And then watching Alex break that man. Oh, it was so satisfying. The way that bastard was crying...."

I cut in. "How is she? Please tell me she is alright." Damn I was worried for her.

"She is not Ok, Alex, and you know it well." She took a breath. "But I guess when I tell her about this side of the story, she will be ok.  You should be more careful about her. She was not panicking seeing the man, but this", she pointed at my knuckles which were bruised and bloody because I was hitting him and then she pointed at my t-shirt which was all red with blood, not mine of course. "I think this panicked her. You should get her checked and get a sonography done. All this stress is not good in pregnancy.”

"I am Sorry, I just couldn't stop myself. He was talking and forcing her and I just.... f**k, I just imagined a girl, horrified, crying, helpless and my hands acted automatically.” I tried to explain. But then I heard a scream. Nicolle.