Thirty Three
Thirty Three
I wake up feeling so hot. I try to move but notice a hand, Sydney's hand pinning me to the bed next to him while laying on my round tummy making me smile. My smile widens when I remember everything from yesterday night.
I look around and notice it's morning. The morning Sydney and I are supposed to wed. Sydney shifts behind me. His bare thighs brushing against me and suddenly I feel hotter than before but before any thought passes through my mind, the baby kicks making me smile.
"Gosh! If I get to wake up like this everyday the.... " Sydney starts but the baby kicks what I believe is my bladder. I get up from bed and head to the bathroom as fast as possible not even caring I'm naked.
I emerge five minutes later after brushing my teeth . Again, naked. I find Sydney sitting at the edge of the bed looking at something in his phone. He looks up when he hears me and his eyes widen in surprise and... hunger.
"Damn Izzy. Are you trying to kill me?" I only smile innocently and find the T-shirt I was in yesterday night. Sydney stands and comes behind me. "You're so sexy you know that? Pregnancy looks so damn good on you." I try not to get affected by his words and move away from him.
"You told me that like a thousand times yesterday night. We've got a wedding to attend I believe." I try to act nonchalantly as I head to the kitchen.
"I'm craving for some chicken sandwiches. Make me some." I say as Sydney follows me.
"I never knew I was hired by Isabella soon to be Kings to be her personal cook." Sydney says with a smug look.
I try to open my mouth to retort back but no words come out.
Isabella Kings.
Isabella Kings.
Isabella Kings.
The name repeats in my head. I love it. I look at Sydney and notice he's looking at me with an emotion I can't place.
"Just make the sandwiches." I say and turn then start going to my temporary room.
"Izzy. What's wrong?" Sydney touches my hand and pulls me to him making me turn to face him. He takes my face in his hand and caresses it lovingly. I lean to them.
"I'm just emotional because of the pregnancy." Sydney only nods and kisses my forehead.
*******
"By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The judge finally says. Sydney takes my hand and pulls me closer to him and kisses me lightly with a smile. I smile too.
Jason pats Sydney's back congratulating us but asks to speak to Sydney for a minute. I have to go to the bathroom anyway.
A mirror is placed on the other side of the bathroom making me look at myself as I head towards it. The pale blue dress really compliments my skin tone. The make-up artist did a splendid job. When I'm done I decide to head out to Sydney. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
I find a note a neatly wrapped box with my name when I open the door. I look around to see who might have put it there as my hand discretely moves to my thigh where I placed a gun. Since being surrounded by the Italians I want to be careful.
Should I take the box?
What if it has a bomb? Maybe I should call Sydney. No, I don't have to depend on him to do simple stuffs like picking up boxes. Gosh, why I'm I so paranoid these days? I used to be a 'act then face consequences later' type of girl. But now I have two lives in my hand. I can't risk my baby's.
I skip the box cautiously as I head towords Sydney. I have to tell him. Before I turn my phone rings. I take it and see it's an unknown number. I should ignore it but I don't.
"Isabella speaking." I inwardly curse myself. Did I have to say my name?
"Ah, Isabella Kings! " My heart rate increases. "You know it's rude to assume gifts." I look around. Is he watching me. I pat my thigh discreetly but the person seems to notice.
"No need for guns Isabella, or should I call you Izzy?"
"Who are you and what do you want?" I sneer.
"Take your gift. I'm sure you'll love it." The voice is playful.
"I don't take gifts from strangers." My voice seems dangerous and courageous but inside I'm shaking. I cut the call and continue walking towards Sydney. He smiles at me and I try to do the same but his smile falters.
"What's wrong Izzy?" He asks worriedly.
"Don't call me that." I snap and Sydney seems shocked. "Let's leave. I'm tired." The call made me agitated. I have to tell Sydney but I don't. He only nods and types something on his phone as he leads me outside.
As soon as the car stops infront of us someone calls me but I try to ignore them. Sydney turns to address the person as I enter the car. Right now I don't care about other people. I feel like I'm losing my mind.
"That was rude." Sydney says as he sits next to me. I lean on him as he rubs my back. "What's wrong baby, talk to me."
I tell him everything that happened. "I was scared Sydney. I didn't know what was going to happen to me. To my baby. It was like he read my thoughts. I mean, nobody was there but he knew what was happening." I notice Sydney's body has gone rigid.
"How did the box look like?" Sydney asks cautiously.
"Silver wrapper and a blue bow. Size of a small book." Sydney doesn't say anything. Suddenly he tells the driver to pull over. I look at him questionably. He kisses my forehead and tells me that everything will be okay.
The xar stops next to a cliff and Sydney gets out immediately leaving me behind. I see the same box in his hand and I gasp. He moves further away feom the car but I have to follow him. I don't know what he wants to do but we're in this together.
"Stay in the car Isabella." Sydney shouts but I don't listen. I follow him.
"Stay in the goddamn car for fucks sake Isabella. Don't you listen?" This makes me angry.
"Don't ever cuss at me Sydney. Because you married me doesn't mean I do what you tell me." I hiss. Sydney places the box on the ground carefully and comes to me.
"I don't know what's in there and I can't risk your life. Get in the car." He says cooly.
"What about you? You're risking yours? I'm not letting you do it alone. We're together in this. This is now my life too."
Sydney lets out a frustrated groan. "Stand here then. Don't move. Please, " The last word did it. I obeyed. I nod and as he turns to leave I hold his hand and pull him to me in a punishing kiss.
"Be safe." I say. 'I love you' is what I don't say. Sydney nods this time with a smile and heads to it. He opens the box slowly and when nothing happens he picks it up. I take it that it's safe and I go to him. Inside is a piece of paper and the box is covered in blood. Sydney takes the paper and unfolds it.
I love dramas. I mean, they make life interesting. Don't you agree Izzy? I knew you wouldn't pick up the box. I know Sydney would stop the car and take it out after I find a way to get it you. This just proves that I get what I want no?
I almost forgot, congratulations on your marriage. Isn't it just cliché , you marry the daughter of the man you killed? Does she even know about that part? The part that your family separated her from her dearest mother?
Sorry for keeping you on the roadside for long. Next time make sure to think carefully before doing anything. Just a piece of advice from the Italians.
Ciao.