Chapter 33 Rise Of Jecob Wilson
9 MONTHS LATER...!!!!!
Nine months have passed and I am at the most difficult phase of my life or perhaps I should say, lying in it.
I am in the hospital.
My body is completely exhausted. An unbearable pain rises in my abdomen, such a pain that doesn’t only tear through the body, but rips through the soul as well. Every moment, even breathing feels like a battle. Sweat covers my forehead, my hair is damp and stuck to my skin, my hands are trembling.
I am lying on the bed, my fingers gripping the bedsheet so tightly as if it is my only support. Waves of pain strike again and again refusing to stop.
Outside the room is Michael and with him, little Ira.
Inside… doctors and nurses surround me. The doctor says loudly, “Push… push harder!”
I gather all my strength and push. My scream echoes through the entire room, “Aaahhhh…!”
The pain becomes so intense that darkness clouds my vision. It feels as if my body and my breath are separating from each other. My voice trembles, my throat is dry, yet the pain does not ease.
The doctor speaks again, “One more time… push!”
I gather all my courage, All my strength… everything I have. I push once again.
This time, the pain is even sharper. It feels as though my entire world shakes. My eyes slowly begin to close. The sounds in my ears grow faint the doctors’ instructions, the beeping of machines… everything starts drifting away.
My eyelids grow heavy, And then just moments before I lose consciousness.
I hear a sound, Very soft, gentle, innocent. The cry of a newborn baby. That sound is so tender that it touches my heart. In that one moment, amid all the pain, a strange calm settles over me.
And then, My eyes close completely. I lose consciousness.
After a while, my eyes slowly open. My body is still weak, but there is a strange restlessness in my heart. Gathering my courage, I open my eyes completely. My gaze moves toward my side… and I freeze.
I am in Michael’s arms.
For a moment, my heart starts pounding loudly. I slowly lift my head and look at his face and my breath catches in shock. He is in a deep sleep, but there are marks of tears on his face… many of them. As if he cried until exhaustion took over and sleep claimed him.
I shift slightly, That alone is enough.
He opens his eyes immediately, panic filling them, “Sara? You’re awake?”
There is fear in his voice, love, and deep concern, “How are you feeling now?”
I whisper softly, “I’m fine…”
Then suddenly it hits me, “Our… our baby, where is he?”
As soon as I ask, a gentle smile appears on his face. Without saying a word, he holds my finger and points to the side.
I follow his gesture. There, a cradle is placed, and inside it, my baby is playing.
A wide smile spreads across my face at the sight. My eyes fill with tears of happiness. I ask softly, “Were you crying?”
For a moment, he falls silent. He says nothing, only wipes his face with his hand, as if trying to avoid the question.
I look at him closely, “What happened? Tell me…”
He takes a deep breath, “Sara… I was scared.”
His voice turns heavy, “Seeing you in so much pain… you have no idea how many things I said to the doctors, how much anger I took out on the bodyguards.”
I smile faintly, “You worry too much for no reason.”
He looks straight into my eyes deep into my soul, “Sara… I cannot bear even the slightest pain coming to you.”
His eyes are filled. What he is saying isn’t only through words his eyes speak everything his lips cannot.
He stands up and walks slowly toward the cradle. He lifts the baby into his arms and brings him over to me. My heart fills with joy, I quickly take the baby into my arms.
He is truly adorable. His tiny fists are closed, his eyes softly shut. I bend down and gently kiss his cheek. Michael smiles lightly and says, “My baby… he’s cute like me, right?”
I answer immediately, “No… he’s cute like me.”
And we both laugh, For a few moments, it feels as if life is complete. Then suddenly, I ask, “Where is Ira?”
The moment I say her name, his expression changes. The smile disappears. A hardness settles into his eyes.
In a cold voice, he says, “You should stay away from that girl.”
I look at him in shock. “What are you saying? She is our child now.”
He responds instantly, “She is nothing to me. I don’t want any relationship with her. My son is enough for me.” Hearing this, tears fill my eyes.
Seeing me in tears, he immediately comes closer. There is panic in his eyes. Without saying a word, he pulls me into his chest, as if he wants to gather all my pain into his arms.
He speaks softly, “Sara… try to understand me. I don’t like that girl at all. I don’t want to include her in my family.”
I remain silent. My lips tremble, but no words come out. Gently, he lifts the tiny baby from my arms into his own. The baby stays completely calm, as if he understands everything. Michael looks at the baby and then raises his eyes to meet mine.
“My family is only you… and my son.” There is a strange sense of authority in his voice, “My child… whom the whole world will know as Jacob Wilson.”
Hearing this, my throat tightens. I manage to speak with difficulty, “It’s okay… you don’t have to accept her.”
I lower my eyes, “But she is my daughter. I will raise her.”
He takes a deep breath after hearing my words. For a few moments, he remains silent, as if trying to control his anger and emotions. Then he speaks quietly,
“Alright… as you wish.” His voice turns slightly firm.
“But because of that girl, don’t give her the love that belongs to my child.”
At this, I glare at him in anger. My eyes hold both pain and questions.
He immediately understands my look. Without wasting a second, he comes closer to me again. This time his voice is soft, filled with regret.
“I’m sorry…” he says gently. “I just want to see you and my child safe.”
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!