Twenty-One


    Sydney’s POV


    Beep


    Beep


    Beep


    ......


    The only sound in Isabe''s room.


    Its been five hours since I was allowed to see her. I take her hand and look at her. She seems so


    fragile. So small. All this because I couldn''t take care of her. Because I told her she coulde with


    me to the office. Because I broke up with Bianca. Because I can''t get out of the mafia. Because I...


    Because I got her pregnant. She''s here because of me.


    Bringing Isabe into my life was a huge mistake. A mistake that I don''t regret. I look at her face and


    remember the day she came for the interview and bumped into me. She looked so fierce and even


    though that Martha had tried to degrade her during the interview she stood up for herself. She


    looked so fragile but fierce at the same time. I was intrigued.


    I ce my palm on her bump. Something I''ve always wanted to do since I discovered she was


    having our baby. My baby. I''m a sucker for kids and I''ve always wanted one. My mother always


    wanted my father to leave the mafia but my father never wanted to. This led to arguments and fights


    each day. Since Liam looked up to my dad he always chose his side while I was on my mum''s. I


    would spend my days with her and my little sister, Sofia. They were involved in a car crush after my


    mom threatened to tell the cops but I knew the crush was nned. Specifically by dad and his men.


    Due to depression, I spent days with kids around Sofia''s age until I loved them.


    I notice that my palm is still on Isabe''s tummy and before I retract it, I feel something hit it. I look


    down in shock and I feel it again. The baby kicked! An overwhelming feelingnds into my chest.


    The baby kicked! I look at Isabe praying that she wakes up. It''s always been her wish to feel the


    baby kick. I feel something wet on my cheeks and when I wipe it. I notice it''s tears. Did I just cry?


    "You really should wake up Izzy. Our baby just kicked. I know how much you wanted to feel it." I


    continue watching her tummy in amazement. "Our baby is so strong."


    I look at the bandage wrapped around Isabe''s head and a picture of Bianca pushing Isabe


    comes to my head. I''ve been so stressed about Isabe and our baby''s health that I forgot about


    Bianca. She''ll pay for this.


    Looking at Isabe makes the guilt inside me increase. "You bastard." A voicees before I''m


    yanked back and a fist collides with my jaw. That hurt. I immediately fold my fist to fight back before


    I recognize the person who hit me is an angry Harry. Very angry Harry.


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    "Everytime B is next to you she ends up in this damn hospital." He lifts his fist again but I block it.


    "Don''t even dare." I hiss. Harry is too angry to be intimidated but moves away from me.


    "I think you''ve done enough but you have to leave. I can''t bear seeing my best friend here so many


    times all because of you." Harry''s voice sounds calm but I know it''s further from it. He moves to


    Isabe''s side and takes her hand. I know he''s saying the truth. I should go so far away from her


    and the baby. Isabe should have felt her baby kick. I took the feeling away from her.


    A girl I''ve never seen before with auburn hair stands next to Harry and rubs his back soothingly. I


    hadn''t even noticed she has been here the whole time. She kisses his cheek and I assume it''s


    Harry''s girlfriend. I know Isabe is safer in their arms. I should let her and the baby go. Maybe this


    way I''ll protect them.


    I thought taking Isabe to the cottage would protect her. I did everything. Hired bodyguards,


    ensured to change cars before going to the cottage and even ensured we had no close neighbors


    that would cause trouble but who she needed protection from has always been me. I''m such an


    idiot.


    "I have to head somewhere. Can I talk to Isabe for a minute?" Both Harry and his girlfriend turn to


    me. Harry res at me but the girl looks at me with an unreadable expression. I don''t care what


    they think so I move towards Izzy. Harry looks conflicted but is pulled towards the door. I wait for the


    door to shut before looking at the mother of my baby.


    "I''m sorry." I notice that I really wanted to say that after doing it. "I''m so sorry." I kiss the back of her


    hand. "I''ve put you into so much danger so many times and for that I''m sorry. I don''t know how you''ll


    take this but I have to leave. We might meet again in future and I really don''t know what to think


    about that. I wish I could tell you you''re the best thing that has happened to me so far and I''m sorry


    because I tried to get you involved with my life for selfish reasons." I kiss her forehead. I ce my


    palm on her tummy and wish for the same feeling. I wait for a minute but nothing happens. I guess I


    wish for things too much. "I''ll miss you. Goodbye Izzy." I kiss her forehead once again. I look at her


    face trying to memorize everything. Out ofpulsion, I kiss the side of her lips.


    I get out immediately and see Harry''s girlfriend outside the door. I know she saw and heard


    everything but I''m too tired to say anything. I move past her and rush outside. For some reason I


    find it hard leaving her there. What will she think of me? Will she ever forgive me?


    I might seem like a coward. Running away from his problems. Instead I feel staying next to Isabe


    makes me a coward. A coward who ces his needs before hers and the baby''s. A coward who


    keeps on hurting Isabe since he couldn''t sacrifice himself for her happiness. The cottage has


    made me know who the true Isabe is. A determined, strong and passionate woman. The first day


    in the club, I saw a sexy, beautiful and yful Isabe but my perspective started changing when


    she brought me to the hospital after being attacked by some gangsters. They paid for it.


    I get into the car and head straight for my penthouse. It feels like months since I came here. The


    broken sses and torn shirts are nowhere to be seen. Seems like Rosy came to clean after the


    nasty breakup.


    I go to the kitchen and take some whiskey. I relish in the burn as it moves down my throat. I take


    another gulp. Soon I''m done with the ss but I add some more.


    Isabe has made me weak. I need to get back my old me. The ruthless and cold Sydney Kings.


    This is thest time I''ll think about Isabe and her baby. At least I''ll I only think about thepany


    and my life. No more clinic trips with some hormonal woman. No more caring for someone else


    safety.


    But why do I feel like I''m doing something wrong?