Claiming her babies

NICHOLAS POV

I waited patiently for about 10 minutes and began to get worried. Monica wasn’t coming out and I wondered what was wrong.

“Did I make her uncomfortable? Is she angry?” I asked myself, confused about the whole situation.

I rose to my feet and took large steps toward the female restroom, my heart pounding with concern. As I approached, I heard a voice dripping with venom.

“And do you know why he chose me? Because I’m more beautiful and capable than you’ll ever be,” a young lady sneered.

I walked into the bathroom just in time to see Monica’s face flush with anger. Before I could process what was happening, Monica landed a sharp slap on the lady’s cheek.

“How dare you, Mia!” Monica spat, her eyes blazing with fury. The young lady, Mia, raised her hand to retaliate, but I rushed forward, grabbing her wrist mid-air.

“I won’t watch you hurt my wife,” I growled, my grip tightening as Mia struggled to free herself.

“Let me go!” she demanded, her eyes wide with anger and fear.

“Apologize first,” I ordered sternly, my voice cold and unyielding.

“What? I will never do such a thing. Why should I apologize to this whore?” Her words sent a surge of rage through me, and I instinctively tightened my grip on her wrist.

I didn’t realize how tightly I was holding her until I felt Monica’s gentle touch on my other hand. “Nicholas, please, that’s enough. Let her go,” she said softly, her soothing voice breaking through my anger.

Reluctantly, I released Mia, who immediately had fear on her face, rubbing her wrist. She glared at both of us, but there was fear in her eyes now.

“You’re not worth it,” she spat, backing away. “This isn’t over.” With that, she stormed out of the restroom in fear and anger.

I turned to Monica, who was still trembling with anger and shock. “Are you all right?” I asked, concern evident in my voice.

She nodded slowly, her eyes meeting mine. “Yes, I am now. Thank you”

I pulled her into a gentle embrace, feeling her relax against me. “No one will ever hurt you as long as I’m here,” I promised, my voice firm with resolve.

Monica pulled back slightly, looking up at me with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty. “Let’s just go home” she uttered sadly as she walked out of the restroom.

I rushed out too, walking behind her as I tried to read her expression. She was avoiding me and I didn’t like it. “Is something wrong?” I asked as I paid for the clothes we bought, my gaze solely on her.

“No there isn’t” she responded, walking out of the mall and going straight inside the car.

“Thank you Mr Nicholas for stopping by” the cashier gave me back my card with a little paper underneath. I took out the paper and saw it was a note.

Call me whenever you feel lonely

The note read and under was a phone number which I presumed was her phone number. I just squeezed the paper and threw it into the waste bin before stepping out of the mall. Having fun was the least of my worries right now. “Hey are you sure you’re okay” I asked, holding her hands and stopping her from rushing into the house but she didn’t even look at me.

“Yes I’m fine” she replied as she pulled her hands off my grip and hastily rushed into the house.

Monica hasn’t been herself since her encounter with the lady in the bathroom. She was avoiding me and even refusing to look at me. I couldn’t help but feel anxious over the whole situation.

I dialed Anthony’s number to speak with him but he wasn’t picking up. I had no idea what I should do. Monica was avoiding me and I had no idea what to do. I looked up the stairs and decided to speak with her even if she was pushing me away.

“Hey Monica, I need to_” my words caught up in my throat as I saw Monica standing in front of her mirror naked.

“What are you doing here?” She asked yelling as she quickly wore back her bathrobe and covered her chest with her hands crossed against each other.

I could feel my body beginning to react to what I just saw but I composed myself. “I just wanted to check up on you” I uttered, trying to sound confident and composed.

“I’m fine,” she said, avoiding my eyes again and looking for something in her room. She sniffed continuously and I frowned as realization dawned on me.

“Have you been crying?” I asked, but she didn’t respond. “Monica,” I called her name again, but she just ignored me. I walked up to her and gently cupped her chin, turning her face towards mine. Her gaze met mine, and the sadness in her eyes broke the frown on my face. “What is it, Monica? Did I say anything that hurt you at the mall?”

“No, you didn’t, Nicholas. It’s not you, it’s just me,” she stated, averting her eyes from mine and looking elsewhere.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“What is it, Monica?” I asked, my voice softening.

“It’s nothing,” she responded, her tone unconvincing.

“It’s not nothing, Monica. You haven’t been yourself since you left the mall,” I said, my concern growing sharper. “Please talk to me. Your silence is not helping.”

“Am I ugly?” she asked, raising her eyes slowly to meet mine.

“What!” I exclaimed in confusion.

“Do I look ugly to you, Nicholas?” she asked again, her eyes searching mine for the truth.

“Of course not. You’re one of the most naturally beautiful women I’ve ever seen, Monica,” I said earnestly, remembering how striking she looked even through her tears.

“You think so?” she asked, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

“I know so, Monica. Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” I asked gently.

“Yes. Mia said I wasn’t beautiful or capable, and that was why Ethan left me for her. It hurt me so much that I started staring at myself in the mirror. I noticed I’d gained weight and my face looked puffy. When I saw Mia today, she still had her curves in shape and her beauty intact-”

“Shhh,” I interrupted, placing my index finger on her lips to stop her from speaking further. “You’re beautiful and amazing Monica. Don’t ever compare yourself to anyone else, okay?”

She nodded her head slightly, and a small smile tugged at her lips. I couldn’t help but smile back. My eyes were drawn to her plump, inviting lips, and I swallowed hard. The only thought running through my mind was how those lips would feel if I kissed her, and our closeness wasn’t helping me.

I gently traced her lips with my index finger, feeling their softness. Her breath hitched slightly as I leaned in, closing the distance between us. Our lips met in a tender, hesitant kiss at first, but then deepened into a passionate embrace.

Her hands found their way to my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer.

The kiss was filled with unspoken emotions-longing, reassurance. It became faster and more urgent, and my hands found their way to her bare skin beneath the robe. I couldn’t keep my hands off her as I lifted her and gently laid her on the bed, our lips never disconnecting.

“I think we should stop,” I managed to say, breaking the kiss for a moment, but she captured my lips again, her desire mirroring my own.

I was losing myself in her. I untied the robe and played with her nipples, my kisses trailing down her neck. Her breathing grew faster, and soft moans escaped her lips. My mouth moved to her other breast, and she threw her head back, moaning my name, her hands tangled in my hair.

“Hey, Monica, have you seen-” I raised my head to see Anthony standing at the door, his expression one of shock. “Am I interrupting something?”

Monica’s eyes widened in horror. She quickly pulled her robe back on and pushed me away, dashing into the bathroom in embarrassment.