Chapter 103 103
Amy's POV
It has been a long time since we did this together. I think I might have neglected him a little bit, or maybe I was just too focused on a lot of things besides our relationship. It wasn't exactly anything to talk about in the past, but now we can definitely talk about it and have a good time.
I laid on here just to stare at his face as he slept. I already slept before, but I woke up again to go to the bathroom since I've been doing that frequently ever since I got pregnant. He opened his eyes to look at me, and I felt like he has been watching me the entire time.
“What are you doing here?” he asked me.
“I'm just looking at how you look so innocent but have a bolder heart.”
He shook his head. “You know I'm not exactly as bored as you think. I am just someone who wants to protect myself and people I care about.”
Maybe he's right.
All of his actions have always been based on what other people did to him. He has always acted according to what they made him feel. Maybe he's not as bad as they think he is. If only they would give him a chance and not blame him for whatever he didn't do.
Now that I've established the fact that we were the only ones left in our kind, now I can also establish the misconceptions about him and make sure that they don't blame him for the things he didn't do anymore.
“Have you ever thought about explaining yourself to the world and make them understand that everything they've been saying about you is wrong?” I asked him.
He looked at me and then looked away again. “I hope you're not trying to convince me to tell them that I did not even wrong and try to gain sympathy from them. I don't want their sympathy. I want them to fear me continuously.”
“You're just being stubborn right now, Damien,” I told him. “If you listen to me, things would be much better for you and your Pack.”
He stood up angrily. “Do you think we don't have things better now? If it wasn't for those people who we don't know yet, no one would dare to lay hands on my people. Do you understand? It's better this way.”
I wanted to explain to him, but I saw that he was still very angry, so I just stopped myself. What I wanted him to know was the fact that his people are ostracized wherever they go, but he probably already knows that.
“I won't argue with you anymore,” I said to him to stop him from getting angry.
I can't afford to make him angry and lose his mind when we still have a lot of things to do. I finally managed to make him calm down and drop his murderous thoughts against people. I don't think I should make it worse again.
“I didn't mean to get mad at you,” he told me. “But you should understand that this is a very sensitive topic for me, and I don't want to keep talking about it when those people will never change.”
I nodded. “I understand how you feel, and I'm not mad at you. You have nothing to worry about.”
I stretched out my hands to invite him back to bed. We finally got romantic again after a long time, and I'm about to make him leave with my nosy behavior. He rushed to bed, which was a little surprising for me to see him act this way.
“Let's visit somewhere tomorrow. Then we can decide the next line of action,” he suggested.
I agreed. “You're right. Those people have been quiet since we dropped that bomb, but you know they'll probably make a move soon. Why not just bait them instead?”
He shook his head. “I think you should just stay out of this since you're pregnant. Let me do things my way. Don't worry, I'm not planning you out.”
I know he's trying to protect me, but isn't this a little too much to make me a couch potato when there's a lot I can do to help out? I don't even know how to deal with him sometimes.
I didn't want to bother him about trivial matters anymore, so I pretended to stop talking about it. By the way, I don't understand why I feel so weak. Damien was definitely gentle with me because he was scared he was going to hurt me.
I think I'm just tired and need some time to rest. If I stop thinking too much about it, I won't be so worried anymore. That's what I kept thinking until I felt so tired again the following day. I started to think it was because of the pregnancy. Just look at the kind of baby I'm going to born. Of course, I have to be very careful with things. Maybe this is how pregnancy is. I should ask Mom for some tips.
Maybe I should just visit her now. It's not so bad to do that anyway. I miss her a lot.
Damien wasn't home when I woke up, so I sent him a message I was going home and prepared to leave. I was taken home by the driver, and some guards followed me by the orders of Damien, even though I thought it was totally unnecessary. The world is watching now; they wouldn't dare make such mistakes.
I finally managed to get there, and I rushed down to see my mom. I think she saw that I was coming, and she came down to welcome me. I hugged her as soon as I got there happily because it has been a long time since I was home, and now I can't imagine how much I missed coming home.
“It's so unexpected to see you here. Why didn't you tell me you were coming so that I could prepare something for you?” Mom asked me.
I shook my head. “I just missed you today, and I decided to see you. I have seen Dad and Caleb so many times, but not you.”
She gently stroked my hair. “It's not that you are here. We have a lot of things to talk about. Everything is good because I even wanted to talk to you anyway.”
“Let's go inside, Mom. I feel so tired right now,” I said, and without hesitation Mom rushed me inside.
I didn't want to worry her too much, but somehow I was feeling so tired even just standing to talk to her. I think it's just because I didn't get enough rest and the pregnancy is taking a toll on me. It's good that I'm here now. I can ask for more tips on how to manage my pregnancy from my mom.