chapter[37]

chapter[37]
CHAPTER 37

Selena.

We spent several blissful days in our luxurious suite, cocooned in our own little world, far removed from the chaos of everyday life. I didn’t let Noah get out of bed at all during those blissfully intimate days, and to clarify, we didn’t leave the bed or our soft, inviting sheets. We were always completely naked, a state I had grown to relish and appreciate in ways I never thought possible. The only times we ever dressed were when we took quick, refreshing showers to cleanse ourselves, washing away the remnants of the day. Even our meals were unconventional; we often skipped them entirely, and on the rare occasions we did eat, we simply placed the tray in between us on the bed, sharing bites as if they were treats meant solely for lovers.

No room service was permitted to knock on the door or step inside, and I made sure of that with a sense of determination. I knew Noah thought I was acting like a crazed hornet—a side effect of the pregnancy hormones making me feel wild and restless—and he might have been right. But that wasn’t the main reason for my behavior. I craved solitude and intimacy, a chance to be alone with him, to create precious memories that would be etched into my heart forever.

In the midst of this bliss, I was also trying to come to terms with the harsh reality of my parents' deaths, a heavy burden I had to face on my own. I had always prided myself on being strong, facing my fears head-on and not allowing them to overwhelm me. I understood that no one could help me but myself. My intentions were pure and clear, and I made a conscious effort to remain positive for once in my life. I wanted to savor every precious second of our time together, without the shadows of my past creeping into my mind and tainting my happiness.

Noah took care of everything related to his work and meetings through phone calls or Skype, his focus unwavering and his dedication impressive. He didn’t seem bothered by being cooped up in the suite all this time; at least, he didn’t express any discomfort to me. On the contrary, he encouraged me to start writing a new book about us. I was shocked at first, struggling to understand why he would want me to immortalize our relationship on the pages of a book, especially since he might be portrayed as a monster to readers. But as the days went by, I found myself reaching for my laptop, diving headfirst into an ocean of inspiration that felt unstoppable, like the tide pulling me under. We were inseparable, our bond deepening with each passing moment, and I poured every ounce of feeling into my writing, capturing the essence of our love.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity—though I couldn’t quite keep track of the days in this bubble of joy—I realized that Noah constantly surprised me with layers of hidden tenderness I hadn’t expected to find. I snuck away to take a shower alone one afternoon, while Noah promised to read what I had written in my book during my absence, his eyes glinting with pride as he took the pages in his hands.

But what could I expect from him? We had been showering together at least twice a day, a routine that had become as natural as breathing itself. He took such tender care of me, from adjusting the water heater to filling the bathtub with warm water infused with jasmine scent, to gently rubbing my body dry with a soft towel after each shower. It was a ritual that felt sacred, an intimacy that transcended the physical.

Even carrying me in his strong arms felt like a duty he embraced without hesitation. Being with him was like living in a dream, akin to being with a sugar daddy—something I never thought I could have or even dared to wish for. I was in heaven, a paradise I felt I didn’t deserve, where every moment was filled with blissful affection.

But then, suddenly, my head began to pound, the noise of the water splashing around me growing distant and muffled. I felt dizzy, as if the world were spinning uncontrollably around me. I pressed my nails into the cool, tiled wall, trying to steady myself, but I felt my strength waning with each passing second. It was becoming increasingly difficult to remain on my feet, and panic set in as I realized I was on the verge of losing consciousness. The only thought that penetrated my foggy mind was one desperate plea: I needed Noah.

With all my might, I shouted his name, hoping he could hear me over the cacophony of the shower. “Noah! Noah!” I screamed, my voice strained and breathy, echoing off the walls like a cry for help. But as my vision blurred and the world faded into a shadowy darkness, my chest felt constricted, struggling to find its rhythm. It was as if my life was slipping away, and strangely, all I wanted was to see Noah's face one last time, to feel his reassuring presence beside me.

But God had other plans. I felt a familiar voice reach me through the void, filled with concern and warmth, grounding me in the midst of my panic. Only his worried voice could pull me back from the brink of death, wrapping around me like a lifeline.

I woke up—or at least that’s what I thought I was doing—but I quickly realized I wasn’t in the comfort of my bed. Instead, I found myself in a stark white room, a hospital room buzzing with activity and the hurried footsteps of medical personnel. Doctors and nurses surrounded me, their voices a mix of welcome and concern, creating a symphony of anxiety. My heart raced as I searched frantically for one specific person: the love of my life, Noah.

Amidst their chaotic chatter, I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice among the noise that felt suffocating. “Stop— all of you!” I commanded, my tone firm yet shaky, a blend of authority and desperation.

The room fell silent, all eyes widening in surprise. They stared at me, momentarily taken aback, but I gestured for them to make way. I needed to see Noah.

And there he was, waiting for me, his expression a mix of relief and guilt that tore at my heart. He looked like he had been through a storm, his hair disheveled, and the sight of him filled me with a warmth that pushed back the fear swirling in my chest. Our eyes locked, and I could see the concern etched in his features, mirroring my own.

I straightened my back against the hospital bed, trying to appear strong despite the weakness that threatened to overtake me. “What? Are you going to stand there and watch me lying here like a dead person? Come over here and give me a bear hug!” I said, playfully beckoning him closer, hoping to lighten the mood that hung heavily in the air.

Noah didn’t hesitate. He rushed to my side, pushing past the doctors to kneel beside me, his warmth enveloping me like a comforting blanket. He kissed my forehead gently, as if stamping his love onto my skin, a gesture that sent shivers down my spine and filled me with a sense of safety.

“Thank God you’re back. I’m so sorry, Selena,” he sighed, his voice thick with emotion as he took my hand in his, placing a soft kiss on it that resonated deep within me.

I furrowed my brows, then smiled to ease his worry. “What’s going on? Why are you saying sorry? You didn’t do anything wrong!” I reassured him, my heart aching at the sight of his distress.

He shook his head, his eyes filled with regret that made my heart ache. “No! I did everything wrong. I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard. I wasn’t supposed to make you exhausted, and now look at what has happened because of my selfishness,” he lamented, his voice heavy with guilt.

I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically at his overblown sense of responsibility, finding humor in a moment that could have been filled with despair. I cupped his cheeks in my hands, looking him straight in the eyes, pouring my affection into my words. “My man is not selfish, and I love you so much. You did nothing wrong. This was something normal that happens to any pregnant woman. I’m sure it happened because I skipped some meals, that’s all. So please, stop being a jerk,” I explained, trying to lighten the mood. I was completely confident in my reasoning, and I wanted him to feel it too.

He nodded, looking at me with those big puppy dog eyes that melted my heart. “Sorry,” he pouted, and I couldn’t help but smile at his adorableness, feeling the warmth between us rekindle.

Turning my head back to the doctors, I asked, “Everything is fine now, right? Because seriously, I hate being in the hospital and away from my husband. So— I need to be discharged now.” I informed them, my tone leaving no room for argument, my determination palpable.

But one of the doctors stepped forward, ready to explain something important. Of course, they always had to deliver instructions, and I braced myself for the news. “Okay, you can go, but you need to eat well. You are not as healthy as a pregnant woman should be. You need to consume more nutritious foods and eat more meals regularly. Can you do that? Because we don’t want to see you here again,” he said, smiling reassuringly, his tone professional yet kind.

I nodded, trying to be cooperative, though my mind was racing with thoughts of escape. “Yes, I guess my husband could take care of that. Anything else?” I asked the doctor politely, eager to get out of the sterile environment that felt so stifling.

The doctor continued, “Yes, but please don’t overexert yourself. I would love to inform you and Mr. Noah that you are pregnant with triplets.”

“What?!” I gasped, my jaw dropping as I processed the shocking information. Triplets? I struggled to roll the implications around in my head, hardly able to believe that God might bless us with three children at once, a beautiful chaos I had only dared to dream of.

“Seriously? You’re not joking, right?” I raised my eyebrows, looking at the doctor, who chuckled lightly as Noah jumped up from the chair, excitement etched on his face, his eyes sparkling with joy.

“Is this real? Triplets?” Noah exclaimed, pulling me into a kiss that felt like fireworks exploding in my chest, a celebration of love and life.

“Yes,” the doctor confirmed, his smile wide. “As much as I want to ask you to refrain from any sexual interactions until the birth, I know that both of you are truly and deeply in love. However, I must advise you to limit any intimate encounters to once a month, or take it slow. Rough activity could be risky for you. Congratulations!”

With that, Noah asked the medical staff to leave so he could help me get dressed and prepare to leave the hospital.

Finally, I thought, not endlessly anymore. I would have a big, happy family, and the thought filled me with a warmth that chased away all lingering fears. I was ready to embrace this new chapter of our lives, filled with love, laughter, and the promise of the future.