Chapter 38 I'll miss this...

Chapter 38 I'll miss this...
Chapter 38

Sophie's POV

Julian returned home looking very sad.

"What's wrong, Julian?" I asked, moving closer to him as he entered the house. His eyes were clouded with a mix of emotions, and I felt a tug at my heart.

"I will tell you when we get back from the hospital. Let's go now; the doctor called me already—your mom is awake," he said, his tone a mixture of urgency and hope. I didn’t question him anymore; the news about my mom was all that mattered.

We climbed into the back seat of the car, the driver taking his place behind the wheel. My heart raced with anticipation. I couldn’t wait to see my mom!

As we arrived at the hospital, I barely waited for the driver to open the door before I jumped out and dashed inside. The sterile smell of the hospital hit me, but I couldn’t focus on anything but finding my mom.

I rushed into her ward, and there, standing beside her bed, was the doctor. “Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood,” he greeted, his voice calm and reassuring. I hadn’t even noticed Julian catching up with me.

“Mr. Phoenix, how are you today?” Julian said, extending his hand for a handshake with the doctor. I moved closer to my mom, my heart pounding in my chest, as I sat on a chair beside her bed.

“Mom.” I called out softly, but she just kept looking at me, her eyes wide and unblinking.

“Why isn’t she saying anything?” Julian asked, concern etching his features as he moved closer to me.

The doctor took a deep breath. “She had a little complication of memory loss from the surgery, but the good news is that I believe she will regain it in a few months. It’s not uncommon after such procedures, especially given the stress her body has been under.”

Tears streamed down my face. The doctor had told me this before, but I really needed my mom—now. I knew there was nothing I could do but wait.

I couldn’t help but wonder how long it would take for my mom to return to the vibrant woman I remembered. Would she remember our laughter? Our late-night talks? The way she used to sing silly songs in the kitchen?

Julian placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Sophie, you need to be strong for her. She can sense your feelings. If you’re upset, it might affect her recovery.”

I nodded, wiping the tears off my cheeks.

“Can she hear us?” I asked, turning back to the doctor.

“Yes, she can hear you,” the doctor assured me. “It’s important that you talk to her, even if she doesn’t respond. Your voice may help her reconnect with her memories. She's not responding because you are all strange to her; she'll get used to you soon if you come frequently.”

I took a deep breath and leaned closer to my mom, my heart aching with every second that passed. "Mom, it's me, Sophie. I'm right here. I love you so much. We're going to get through this together." I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion.

Her gaze shifted slightly, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of recognition in her eyes. I clung to that hope, my heart racing with excitement.

But then, her eyes closed, and she drifted off into sleep, her soft snores filling the air. I turned to the doctor, who nodded reassuringly. "The sedatives are still in her body. She will probably sleep for hours, so you can come back tomorrow," he explained.

I glanced at my mom, feeling a lump form in my throat. I took her hand, gave it a gentle squeeze, and pressed a light kiss on her hand. Then, I got up and followed Julian as we made our way to the exit, the doctor leading the way.

As we walked, Julian turned to the doctor and said, "Mr. Phoenix, make sure she gets the best treatment possible."

The doctor nodded. "Trust me on that, Mr. Blackwood."

They shook hands, and then Julian opened the door for me, and I slid into the back seat of the car. The driver started the engine, and we drove back home in silence.

When we arrived at the house, we headed straight to Julian's room. He pulled off his clothes, leaving him in his singlet and boxers, and lay down on the bed. I did the same, removing my clothes until I was left in my bra and panties.

Julian gestured for me to join him on the bed, and I did, feeling his warm body envelop me as he drew me closer. I breathed in the scent of his skin, feeling a sense of comfort and security in his arms.

After a moment of silence, Julian spoke up. "I know i shouldn't be saying this when you are still coping with your mom's health, but i am left with no choice than to...I'll be going on a trip," he said, his voice low and husky.

I raised my head to look at him, questioning. "Why?"

"Our branch in Italy is facing a huge crisis, and I have to go there to sort it out," he explained, his eyes serious.

I felt a pang of disappointment. "So...how long will you be gone?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I'm not sure, but I'll try to sort everything out in two to three weeks and be back to you," he said, his lips brushing against my forehead.

I felt a lump form in my throat. "That's long, Julian," I said, trying to hide the desperation in my voice.

"I know, baby. But I have to," he said, his arms tightening around me.

I knew he have to, but that didn't make it any easier. I had grown accustomed to having him by my side, and the thought of being away from him for weeks was daunting.

"I'll be going tomorrow," he said, cutting through my thoughts.

I pulled away from him, my heart racing. "What? Why the short notice?"

"I'm sorry, I just heard today, and I have to go as early as possible," he said, his eyes apologetic.

I kept mute, knowing he didn't have a choice but to go. I didn't have to be angry, but I couldn't help feeling a sense of loss.

Julian pulled my chin up, making me look into his eyes. He claimed my lips, his kiss starting slow but soon becoming rough and passionate. I didn't want him to break the kiss, but he did, leaving me breathless.

"I'll miss your pink lips," he said, his eyes burning with desire.

Then, his gaze moved to my breasts, which were half visible through my bra. He kissed them, his tongue tracing the curve of my cleavage. I shivered, feeling a rush of pleasure.

"I'll miss my breasts," he said, his eyes still fixed on them.

I teased him, "Your breasts, or my breasts?"

He chuckled. "You're mine. So, anything that's yours is automatically mine."

His hand moved down to my panties, pulling them down slowly. He touched my clit gently, making me gasp, and then started playing with it, making me wet. Then, he slipped a finger into my pussy, making me moan.

"I'll miss this," he said, his finger moving in and out of me, making me shiver.

I felt a rush of pleasure, my body responding to his touch. But then, he pulled out his finger, leaving me wanting more.

"Not now, baby. I promise when I'm back, I'll give you everything you want. I'll make you scream my name. I'll fuck you so hard that you'll never dream of leaving me," he said, his eyes burning with desire, as he pulled my panties back up.

I nodded even though i wanted him now and he claimed my lips again, his kiss rough and passionate. I felt a rush of pleasure, my body responding to his touch. I knew I would miss him, but I also knew that I would be waiting for him.