Chapter 169

*JAMES SMITH POV*

Hours later...

Debbie is lying on our bed sleeping peacefully, after she passed out in the underworld I tried to bring her home and call a doctor, he examined her and gave her some medicine for her discomfort, but so far she hasn't woken up, He also informed that her pregnancy was almost over, but there was a risk that she would give birth ahead of schedule, as she had gone through a traumatic experience and was now informed that her mother is also her sister. When Kevin and I heard Patricia 's revelation we were taken by surprise as Debbie, yes, we knew through a brief investigation that her mother had been abused by her father, but we never imagined that Debbie could be the result of abuse, the accounts did not they beat.

Alisson was informed about Debbie's condition and soon came to my property, spending the whole afternoon waiting for her to wake up, without success.

“I shouldn't have let her torture those shits, I knew she wouldn't take it, but also...Kevin encouraging a pregnant woman to kill.”

“She’s pregnant, not crazy.” He dismissed his indignation.

“You are very insensitive, you don’t understand anything about pregnancy.”

“Of course, I’m not a woman.”

“How did they let that woman open her mouth? Debbie has been through so much...”

“It was her choice, neither you nor anyone else can decide for her.”

“You've become a huge supporter of Debbie, Kevin, sometimes it makes you question.”

“Don’t be an insecure fuck, Debbie is family!”

“I'm not insecure, I'm just suspicious of the way you protect a right to choose that you don't even make with your wife.”

“Although Alisson has mafia lineage in her blood, she doesn’t have the fiber and courage that I see in Debbie, she could be of great use in the mafia.”

“Do you want my wife in all this shit?”

"And why not? We have several women in the underworld and with better positions than other men, she has potential.”

“Give up on that idea, she won’t.”

“It’s not up to you to decide that.”

“She’s been through a lot, she needs to recover for the baby, forget about this madness, you two!” Alisson said, closing that subject.

A while later Debbie woke up, Alisson helped her sit on the bed and lean her back against the headboard, I waited for her eyes to become lucid and I could see her looking at us confused. I asked the maid to bring dinner to the room, I didn't want her to go downstairs, I wanted to have her somewhere to be at the moment, lying on the bed. I see on her face the emptiness her mother left her when she told her the whole truth, she couldn't hide the pain she was feeling, and knowing that it was the result of abuse was very strong for her. Debbie has been through a lot when she was young, I was a son of a bitch when I found out she was pregnant with my child and now, she is the strongest woman I have ever seen.

“How did I get here?”

“I brought you in a trailer,” I said ironically, Alisson gave me a deadly look.

“James meant I brought you from the underworld. Are you well?"

"I think so..."

“You need to take a shower, come on, I’ll help you.”

Alisson helped her get out of bed and guided her to the bathroom, prepared the huge bathtub, and added bath salts, leaving her for a while. Kevin and I went down to my office, where I tried to pour us a drink strong enough to withstand all those events.

“We should find this bastard,” I suggested.

“I already tried, but he passed away a few years ago.”

“We should do something, she’s in a state of denial…”

“She just found out that her mother is also a sister, this is a shock for her.”

“This isn’t going to be easy.”

“Maybe I should travel with her to, I don’t know, the Bahamas.”

“Debbie is pregnant, it wouldn’t be recommended right now.”

“She needs time to process, give it to her.” He suggested.

"He is well."

Some time later Kevin and Alisson said goodbye and returned home, as they always threatened me to take good care of her. I went up the stairs and walked to the bedroom, as I passed through the door I heard her lying on the bed with her damp hair and dressed in a flannel nightgown, I went to the bathroom and took a quick, cold shower, then I just put on sweatpants and I joined her, we spooned for a long time.

“James?”

“Say it, my angel.”

“I feel pain, it is internal, in the soul, but I feel it is physical.” She responded, remaining in the same position she was in. “Maybe if Patricia had aborted me...”

“Don’t say that, you are a phenomenal woman, it’s not your fault what happened. I'm glad she didn't make the decision, that way I wouldn't have met you and I wouldn't have our child in my belly.” I placed my hand on the bulge of her belly and kissed her head, she sobbed and cried softly, I held her until she fell into a deep sleep.

Weeks passed and Debbie seemed different, she was quieter and always thoughtful, I started to worry about her condition, she didn't seem well at all, so I planned to hire a nurse to help her with whatever she needed when I wasn't around, but straight away she didn't like the idea, she acted rudely as she had never acted before, she was worried about her. Alisson always visited her with the children, but I always got lost in thoughts of her, she seemed distant. I thought it was the pregnancy hormones since it's in the final stage, something like that, but it was out of control.

Debbie started to lose weight, she wasn't eating well, and she just wasn't weak from too many vitamins, both for her and the baby. The room planning plans came from the designer and architect I hired, Debbie at least participated in the meeting to decide what we wanted, she said that whatever I chose would be great. On a Saturday, Alisson and Kevin came with the children to stay in the leisure area, the sun was incredible for a day at the pool. While Debbie was on the edge of the pool with Esmeralda between her legs, we started talking about her behavior without her hearing us.

“I’m worried about her,” said Alison.

“Debbie is fine, she’s just still processing what she heard from that crazy woman Patricia,” Kevin replied.

“It’s been a long time, maybe I have post-traumatic stress, I don’t know.” I've weighed in on your behavior over the last few weeks. “She no longer shows interest in planning the baby's room, she doesn't eat properly...”

“Have you called a doctor for her yet?” Kevin asked.

“She doesn’t want to, she won’t even let me touch her.”

“I know that accepting reality is difficult, but it is necessary, you need to be tough with it, softening to your side just because you discovered its origin could be harmful to the baby when it is born.”

“I’ll talk to her later.” She said finally, ending that subject.

At night, after taking a shower, I walked past the door and saw her in front of the headboard, combing her hair. When I was wearing flannel pants, I walked over and took the comb from her hands, I started brushing her long strands.

“I already have the blueprint for our son’s room, do you want to see it?”

“No need, I know it’s great.”

“But you should take a look, I can’t choose everything myself.”

“I told you, James, you can decide everything yourself, I don’t care!” Debbie raised her voice and stood up from her chair.

I saw her walk away from me as if I were the most indifferent person to her, I felt bitter in my mouth, I hadn't liked that, all that shit.

"What is your problem?!" I questioned angrily, she turned to me with an angry look.

“I don’t have any problems, James.”

“You’ve been strange for weeks now, you’re not the same as before.”

“And who is the same after finding out that they are the result of rape? Leave me alone, James!”

“Are you going to let this affect you and the pregnancy? Debbie, you are a badass woman, we will make it through this phase, through this feeling...”

“No way, no way! I’m confused, I feel angry and sorry for Patricia , I can’t blame her for thinking about abortion, but I blame her for letting it happen to me too, I don’t know!”

Debbie sits on the edge of the bed and cries openly, she puts her hand over her face trying to hide the tears that insist on falling. I approached her and pulled her into a strong hug, her arms wrapped around my body and she buried her face in my chest. A while later she stopped crying and raised her head to look at me.

“The baby’s room, how is it?” I smiled at her and kissed her lips, I answered:

"I will show you."

I walked to the big dresser to get the computer and show her the plan, then I heard her groan in pain and turned to face her, I saw her with her hand on her stomach and she looked at me in amazement.

“The water broke!”