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CHAPTER 14:
TRIS POV:
"Hello?"
"Hi mom." I answer in the speaker of the phone as I sit on the couch.
"Hi honey, how are you?"
"I am fine, thanks. I was wondering if you could watch Olaya today."
"Of course we can. Are you going shopping with Christina?"
"No...I have to talk to Tobias."
"Oh, well...good luck"
"Thanks mom. I'll pick her up tonight."
"Alright. See you tonight then. I love you."
"Love you too."
I hang up and throw my phone on the couch next to me. I bury my head in my hands and take a deep breath.
It has been a week since Tobias sent me the necklace. And everyday, I could be sure to find a new bunch of roses in my kitchen. But it has to stop today, that's why I decided to see him.
The entire week, I didn't know if I should go to the hospital or think more about the situation. I was totally lost. I think that Olaya was the one who convinced me to see him. Since I couldn't stop her to go see him, she always told me what she did with him and his actions made we fall in love again. But I am ready to see him? Yes, I am.
As I drive to the hospital, I think of what may happen today. I don't know how things will go but I do know that our relationship will only work if today goes well. I park the car and quickly look at myself in the rear-view mirror. I sigh and walk out the car. I walk slowly in the hospital, trying not to freak out.
I sit in the waiting room, not quite ready to see him. I need to calm down first. I close my eyes and think of what I did yesterday night. Olaya was at my parent's and I was alone at home.
I sit on the couch, memory books everywhere around me, a bottle of red wine and a glass on the coffee table. I sit cross-legged and look at every photo. From the one we took on our first date to the one we took three weeks before he left.
I smile at the photos and I even cry a little in front of our wedding pictures. I look at the pictures when Olaya was born. It's a picture of him holding her, she is only a few hours old. He is smiling on every photo and he even has tears in his eyes on a few one. My favourite is the one where he is kissing her head with his eyes closed and her tiny hand is in the air and it looks like she is caressing his cheek. I pour another glass of wine as I continue to travel through our memories.
Then I found a picture of Olaya and Tobias. She must be one year old and she is trying to walk on her own. Tobias is behind her, holding her right hand so she can walk. She is looking at a butterfly, trying to catch it with her left hand. He has his other hand on her side to steady her so she doesn't fall. She looks like she is laughing and Tobias is smiling at the camera.
I drink some wine as I turn the pages. I stop on a picture where I am pregnant. I remember that day, it's the day before the one Olaya was born. We took the picture and 22 hours later, Tobias was driving me to the hospital.
That day, the weather was beautiful. This summer day wasn't too hot, that's why my parents decided to invite us for lunch. We were in the garden, hidden in the shadow of a tree. I sat on a bench as everyone was moving around me. My mother was setting the table as Tobias and my father were talking next to the barbecue. My parent's kitten, Mia, jumped on my lap and I immediately caressed her. She quickly began to purr. My mother looked at me and smiled as she saw the kitten.
Tobias came next to me and sat down, looking at the cat.
"Well, looks like she really loves you"
I nodded then took a sip of my water. I felt the baby move and apparently Mia did too because she jump off my lap, afraid. I put my hand on the baby to feel her foot against my palm.
"She kicked?" Tobias asked.
"Yeah, she is always kicking lately."
He put his hand on my stomach.
"When is your due-date, honey?" My mother asked.
"In two weeks."
"You must be excited."
"We are. I can't wait to see our little girl." Tobias answered.
My father joined us with grilled food. We began to eat but the baby didn't stop kicking.
"Did you choose a name?"
"We did, but we are waiting her birth to tell everyone."
"Then I hope she'll come soon".
I smiled at my mother. I think Olaya heard us in my stomach.
I think of every moment we lived together and I realize that I don't want to let him go. I stand up and walk to his room. I slowly open his door.
I was afraid of what I could tell him when I'll see him but it's not important now since he is asleep. I sit in the chair next to his bed and resist to the urge of caressing his hair. I put my bag on the floor and slowly take off my coat without any sound because I don't want to wake him. The bags under his eyes prove that he hasn't been sleeping well lately.
That's why it has been an hour since I am sitting in this chair. I can't wake him. I have moved closer to the bed and I still watch him. I see him move and he pushs the cover off of him. I cover him again and I accidentally brush his arm but he doesn't wake up.
He moves again as I sit but then I hear him groan and he opens his eyes. He holds his shoulder which is probably hurting. He takes deep breaths to ease the pain.
After the pain is gone, he realizes I am here. His eyes widen and his hands clutch the sheets.
"Tris? What are you doing here?"
"I think it's time to talk."
He nods and we smile at each other. His eyes travel to my neck and he smiles more.
"So you received my present."
"Yeah, but you really shouldn't have to. You know I don't like it when you spend money on me."
"But you deserve it."
I look at the necklace then at him.
"How did you choose it?"
"Zeke sent me pictures and I just had to choose. I thought you would love this one."
"Yeah, I do."
"And I also wanted to remind you a promise I made a few years ago."
I frown at him. He chuckles at my reaction.
"Of course you don't remember. It was the day after our wedding when we left for our honeymoon. You cried in the plane because you were so happy and I felt bad because I made you cry. You kept telling you were happy and I promised you that day that I wouldn't make you cry ever again."
"But why did you choose that necklace?"
"I wanted to apologize because I broke my promise. I made you cry and I am more than sorry about that..."
"Tobias..."
"Please listen to me... As I said, I want to apologize but I also want you to know that whenever you cry or are hurting,I love you and it hurts me more to see you sad. This tear is the only one I ever want to see on you."
I wipe the tear sliding on my cheek and he smiles at me.
"What did I say? No tears."
I laugh lightly and wipe another one.
"I am sorry. I...I...I can't even tell you how happy I am to see you alive. I think I went throught the worst months of my life."
"I know... by the way, that's yours."
He takes something on the nightstand then puts it in my hand. I look at it and see it's the necklace I 'lost' the night he left.
"You had it? I thought I lost it."
"When you left it on the bed, it broke my hurt but then I realized that it was only a necklace. I think I would have lost it if you took off your wedding ring."
My fingers trace the gold band on my fourth finger as he says this.
"I never took it off...It's a part of me." I whisper.
He smiles and shows me his hand. I smile when I see the ring on his finger.
"You kept it too?" I ask, my voice thick with emotion.
"I put it on as soon as I woke up."
The tears fill my eyes again. I don't know how I got so emotionnal, maybe because I missed him like crazy and I am just relieved to talk to him as if nothing happened.
"How is Olaya?" He asks.
"She is fine and with my parents. She keeps talking about you."
"Really?"
"Tobias...when will you understand that she is your daughter and she loves you more than anything in this world? She needs a father."
He shrugs and looks at his hands.
"Well, she had Eric..."
His words hit me like a blow in the face. We were talking and laughing together but he has to mess everything up.
"Nothing happened with Eric." I spit.
He looks up and frown. I take my purse and my coat, ready to leave.
"I can't believe you still think that."
"Tris! No! That's not what I meant."
I turn around to see him with his wide eyes.
"What did you mean then?"
"I just wanted to say that Eric was here to be with her when I couldn't. I didn't mean anything else."
I sit back down then put my head in my hands.
"But he isn't her father. She can spend time with our friends but they will never replace you."
"I know... I want to promise you something...from now on, every time I am asked to leave, we will decide together. I won't decide alone anymore."
"Really?" I say while crying.
"Of course. We are married and that means we decide together. I was just too stupid to realize it. And I am sorry."
I stand up and fall on him to hug him. I hold him against me, my hands around his shoulders. His arms snake around my waist as he holds me tightly against him. I hide my head in his neck while I cry but he only rubs my back.
"I love you Tris. I love you so much." He whispers.
I look at him in the eye before I crash my lips on his. I feel like I am breathing for the first time in months. The cold feeling in my stomach I felt once he left disappears slowly and is replaced by heat. My right hand moves up to his hair and I grab them in my fist. We kiss to forget everything we went through. Our betrayal. Our anger. Our sadness. Our accusations. Everything.
I lay next to him on his tiny bed but never stop kissing him. The kiss turns more passionate as seconds pass. We finally found each other again and the love is the same as it was when we met all those years ago.
"I love you." I whisper between kisses.
He pulls away to look at my face as his finger caresses my cheek. We don't hide our smile. We are happy again, we are together again.
"Am I forgiven?" He asks.
"I am still working on that." I say, putting my head on his chest.
He sighs but he doesn't say anything. He must know that I can't forgive him right away. Or maybe I already forgave him but I need to trust him again. I don't know.
However, he promised to talk more with me. He is trying to be forgiven. I have to try for us.
I close my eyes when he slowly runs his fingers up and down my arm. He knows I love when he does that.
"How long do you have to stay here?" I ask.
"One more week. Then I can go home but I still have to rest. Why do you ask?"
"Because I want to know...and also because Olaya is always asking."
He laces our fingers together then plays with them. I listen to his heart and his breathing but I feel his chest moving in an unsteady pace and rather quickly. I look up at him and see the tears in his eyes.
"Hey, why are you crying?" I ask as I wipe his cheeks.
"I am sorry."
"You can tell me."
"It's just...I was so scared I lost you because I was stupid. And I just realize now that I am the luckiest man in the world."
I sigh but don't say anything for a few minutes.
"I don't want to pick up a fight or something but do you know what has your mother done?"
"I know she lied about you... I told her not to come near you again and that I didn't want to see her again."
"That's not the only thing she did... When you came back and were still uncouscious, I came here as soon as possible. I wanted to see you and make sure you were alright but your mother didn't allow me to see you."
"What? How?"
"She told the doctors I wasn't your wife. They believed her because she is your mother and I was only a girl who wanted to see you. But when Zeke told them we were married, you told him you didn't want to see me..."
"She did what? It's her fault. She lied, she manipulated me and almost broke us up. If you were here when I woke up we could have talked earlier." He says with hatred in his voice.
"I just thought you needed to know..." I whisper, a little afraid of what he'll think of me after what I said.
"I am glad you did. I'll have to talk to her again."
He kisses me to prove he isn't mad at me.
"I also wanted to say that we need to do something for Zeke to thank him. You don't know how much he helped me when you left and when you were here. I don't even know if we can thank him enough for everything he did."
"I totally agree and we'll find something. He deserves it."
I turn around so I lay on my stomach and look up at him. I put my lips on his, I can't stop myself from doing this. He smiles in the kiss then holds my neck to keep close to him. We kiss slowly for a few minutes when we are interrupted by the door. We pull away to see Eric with Olaya in his arms. Eric is smiling at us and I immediately see that Tobias is tensed. He hasn't talked to Eric yet.
"Oops, sorry to interrupt but the little princess wanted to see her father."
He sits her on the other side of the bed than begins to leave.
"Eric, I am sorry." Tobias says.
"Don't worry about that. We'll talk another day. Bye."
After he has left, I look at Olaya who is already clinging to him. He has one arm around her and the other around me. He is widely smiling at us, even though I know his shoulder must hurt him.
"I just want to stay like that forever." He whispers.
I caress Olaya's cheek then kiss his.
"Me too." I answer.
Our daughter looks up at me and I smile.
"Now, back to you young girl. I thought you were staying with grandma and grandpa today?"
"I wanted to see daddy."
Tobias moves some hair out of her face and smiles. She sits on his stomach which makes him grunt but she doesn't care. I put a hand on her back because I know that she can move a lot and I don't want her to fall.
"When do you go home?" She asks him.
He looks at me and I smile.
"Told you."
"Next week, princess." He says.
She claps in her hands then lays on him. She always does that when he comes back, she never leaves him and she never stops talking to him.
"Do you leave again?" She asks him.
"Not now, I don't have to work for the next 8 months." He tells her.
She sits again then look at us with a big smile.
"Yay! Can I have a brother then?"
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