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Sandro, Rick and Lisa all surged forward in concern but her husband got to her first, he had an arm around her thickened waist before she could blink.
“What’s wrong?” He demanded hoarsely. Theresa grabbed his free hand in both of hers and squeezed it urgently as her entire body quivered in excruciating pain. After an eternal moment, the pain lessened and faded and she pushed her way upright, meeting Sandro’s frantic gaze with a panicky one of her own.
“It’s the baby...” she whispered in fear. “I think the baby’s coming...”
“No, no, no,” the naked panic and fear in his eyes did nothing to alleviate Theresa’s own terror. “He can’t be coming now. He’s nearly a month early! Are you sure?”
“I’ve been cramping all day but I thought it was due to stress,” Theresa moaned after the pain had subsided. “But now I think I’m having contractions.”
“Okay, it’s okay,” he soothed, automatically gathering her trembling body into a hug. “We’ll be fine. We have to get you to the hospital.”
 
Theresa had argued, begged, cajoled, attempted to reason but Sandro had refused point blank to defer his position as her coach to Lisa. In the end, Lisa had simply declined to go in to hospital with her, saying that it was best for Theresa to have her original coaching partner with her. Shocked and hurt by what she felt was an unforgivable betrayal, Theresa had refused to look, or even talk, to her cousin while Sandro shepherded her out to his car. Lisa had seemed to be cheerfully and deliberately oblivious to Theresa’s pointed and rather childish, silent treatment, promising that she and Rick would be at the hospital soon.
“She did what she thought was best, cara,” Sandro tried to placate en-route to the hospital. She simply turned her head and stared out at the passing scenery, scared and angry and not really in the mood to be comforted by him. “She knew that I would have insisted and we’d have just wasted time arguing futilely about it.”
“I wanted somebody I trusted in there with me,” she suddenly said, keeping her eyes glued on the road ahead. He didn’t respond to that but from the corner of her eye she saw his hands tighten on the steering wheel and knew that she’d scored a direct hit. The rest of the journey went by quickly and before she knew it she was being admitted into the elite private maternity clinic that Sandro had arranged for months ago. She’d had only one contraction en-route but it had nearly sent Sandro off the road in a panic.
Still it was hours before anything more interesting than that happened. The doctor confirmed that she was indeed in labour but reassured them that it was perfectly normal for women to go into labour a few weeks early. They were taking extra precautions because of her health issues during the pregnancy but for someone whose pregnancy had been fraught with drama, Theresa’s labour was pretty boring aside from the intense periods of pain. Her obstetrician monitored her condition carefully and weathered Sandro’s demanding, panicked questions with admirable calm. Her contractions seemed to leave Sandro more wrung out than they did her and he wasn’t dealing with it very well.
About five hours after her admission Theresa found herself glaring up at her hovering husband in frustration.
“For God’s sake, go and get yourself some coffee or something, you’re driving me up the wall!”
“I won’t leave you. What if you have another contraction? What if your water breaks and they rush you into the delivery room? What if there are complications?” He asked hoarsely, his eyes dilating more with each anxious question. And Theresa rolled her eyes in exasperation.
“I doubt any of those things will happen in the two minutes it would take you to leave the room and get a cup of coffee, Sandro,” she sighed impatiently.
“They could,” he insisted stubbornly.
“Unlikely.” He didn’t respond, merely continued to sit by her bedside. They were both silent for a few minutes.
“Why are you here?” Theresa suddenly asked tiredly.
“Because this is where I want to be,” he responded promptly and she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Why do you want to be here?” She persisted.
“You’re my wife, cara. You’re having my baby,” he reached out and covered one of her hands with his. “I belong here.”
“You don’t belong here,” she whispered hoarsely.
“I do.”
“You have another life, a family that wants you to come home, a woman you love and who loves you. You don’t have to be here, Sandro,” she shook her head tiredly, tears seeping from beneath her eyelids.
“I have this life, with you. It’s the only one that matters to me,” he insisted. “I have a wife who loved me once, and who maybe... someday, would dare to love and trust me again? I don’t have to be here... but I want to be here.”
“Too many things have happened between us. More than two years of pain,” she whispered rawly and his hand contracted around hers. “I can’t go back to being the naive girl who loved you with all her heart.”
“But maybe... the woman who replaced the girl could find a way to love the flawed man she’d once placed on a pedestal he had no business being on?”
“You’ve hurt me so many times,” she confessed. Opening her eyes and meeting his gaze full on. He flinched slightly beneath the accusatory glare.
“I know.”
“In so many ways.”
“I know.”
“Why should I forgive you and love you again? Why should I open up my heart to a man who would probably crush it in the palms of his hands?”
“You probably shouldn’t,” he smiled bitterly. “But I wish you would.”
“I can’t,” she whispered, tears drenching her pale cheeks and he nodded slightly, reaching out to wipe at the tears.
“I know,” he finally said again, before lapsing into silence.

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Sandro, Rick dan Lisa melonjak ke depan dalam keprihatinan tetapi suaminya mendapat dia pertama, ia memiliki lengan pinggang menebal sebelum dia bisa berkedip."Apa salah?" Dia menuntut hoarsely. Theresa menyambar tangan yang bebas dalam kedua miliknya dan diperas mendesak sebagai seluruh tubuhnya bergetar dalam sakit sekali. Setelah saat kekal, rasa sakit berkurang dan memudar dan dia mendorong dia cara tegak, pertemuan Sandro's panik tatapan dengan yang panik sendiri."Ini adalah bayi..." dia berbisik ketakutan." Saya pikir bayi datang...""Tidak, tidak, tidak," telanjang panik dan ketakutan di matanya tidak mengurangi teror Theresa sendiri. "Dia tidak akan datang sekarang. Dia adalah hampir sebulan lebih awal! Apakah Anda yakin?""Saya telah kram sepanjang hari tapi saya pikir itu adalah akibat stres," Theresa mengerang setelah rasa sakit telah mereda. "Tapi sekarang saya pikir saya mengalami kontraksi.""Oke, tidak apa-apa," ia ditenangkan, secara otomatis pengumpulan tubuhnya gemetar ke pelukan. "Kami akan baik-baik saja. Kita harus mendapatkan Anda ke rumah sakit." Theresa telah berpendapat, memohon, cajoled, berusaha untuk alasan tetapi Sandro menolak titik kosong untuk menunda posisinya sebagai sang pelatih untuk Lisa. Pada akhirnya, Lisa hanya menolak untuk pergi ke rumah sakit dengan dirinya, berkata bahwa itu terbaik untuk Theresa agar pasangannya pembinaan asli dengannya. Terkejut dan terluka oleh apa yang ia rasakan adalah pengkhianatan dimaafkan, Theresa menolak untuk melihat, atau bahkan berbicara, sepupunya sementara Sandro menggiring dia keluar untuk mobil. Lisa tampaknya menjadi riang dan sengaja tidak menyadari Theresa menunjuk dan agak kekanak-kanakan, diam perawatan, menjanjikan bahwa dia dan Rick akan segera di rumah sakit."Dia melakukan apa yang dia pikir adalah terbaik, cara," Sandro berusaha menenangkan en-rute untuk rumah sakit. Dia hanya berbalik kepalanya dan menatap pada pemandangan lewat, takut dan marah dan tidak benar-benar dalam mood untuk merasa terhibur oleh-nya. "Dia tahu bahwa aku akan bersikeras dan kita akan memiliki hanya membuang-buang waktu berdebat futilely tentang hal itu.""Saya ingin seseorang saya dipercaya di sana dengan saya," Dia tiba-tiba berkata, menjaga mata terpaku di jalan depan. Dia tidak menanggapi bahwa tetapi dari sudut matanya dia melihat tangannya mengencangkan pada kemudi dan tahu bahwa dia telah mencetak hit langsung. Sisa perjalanan berlalu dengan cepat dan sebelum ia tahu itu dia sedang dirawat ke klinik bersalin elit pribadi bahwa Sandro telah diatur untuk bulan yang lalu. Ia punya hanya satu kontraksi en-rute tapi itu hampir telah dikirim Sandro jalan panik.Masih itu adalah jam sebelum hal-hal yang lebih menarik daripada yang terjadi. Dokter menegaskan bahwa ia memang di tenaga kerja tetapi meyakinkan mereka bahwa itu adalah normal untuk wanita untuk pergi ke buruh beberapa minggu lebih awal. Mereka mengambil tindakan pencegahan ekstra karena masalah kesehatan-nya selama kehamilan tapi untuk seseorang kehamilan yang sudah penuh dengan drama, Theresa buruh cukup membosankan selain periode intens rasa sakit. Kandungannya dipantau kondisinya hati-hati dan Sandro termakan cuaca yang menuntut, panik pertanyaan dengan tenang yang mengagumkan. Kontraksi nya tampaknya meninggalkan Sandro lebih wrung daripada yang mereka lakukan padanya dan dia tidak berurusan dengan itu sangat baik.Sekitar lima jam setelah masuk nya Theresa mendapati dirinya memelototi suaminya melayang-layang di frustrasi."Demi Tuhan, pergi dan mendapatkan diri Anda kopi atau sesuatu, Anda sedang mengendarai mobil saya menaiki dinding!""Aku tidak akan meninggalkan Anda. Bagaimana jika Anda memiliki lain kontraksi? Bagaimana jika air Anda istirahat dan mereka terburu-buru Anda biaya pengiriman? Bagaimana jika ada komplikasi? " Dia bertanya hoarsely, matanya dilatasi lebih dengan setiap pertanyaan cemas. Dan Theresa memutar matanya dengan gemas."Saya meragukan hal itu akan terjadi dalam dua menit akan membawa Anda untuk meninggalkan ruangan dan mendapatkan secangkir kopi, Sandro," ia mendesah sabar."Mereka bisa," dia bersikeras keras kepala."Mungkin." Dia tidak merespon, hanya terus duduk dengan dia di samping tempat tidur. Mereka berdua diam selama beberapa menit."Mengapa Apakah Anda di sini?" Theresa tiba-tiba bertanya tiredly."Karena ini adalah tempat aku ingin menjadi," Dia menjawab cepat dan dia diperas nya mata tertutup."Mengapa Anda ingin berada di sini?" Dia bertahan."Kau istri saya, cara. Anda memiliki bayi saya,"ia mengulurkan dan tertutup satu nya tangan dengan nya. "Saya termasuk di sini.""Kau tidak cocok di sini," ia berbisik hoarsely."Saya lakukan.""Anda memiliki kehidupan yang lain, sebuah keluarga yang ingin kau datang rumah, seorang wanita yang Anda cinta dan yang mencintai Anda. Anda tidak harus berada di sini, Sandro,"dia mengguncang dia kepala tiredly, air mata merembes dari bawah kelopak mata Nya."Saya memiliki kehidupan ini, dengan Anda. Ini adalah satu-satunya yang penting bagi saya,"dia bersikeras. "Aku punya istri yang mengasihi aku sekali, dan yang mungkin... suatu hari nanti, akan berani untuk mengasihi dan percaya padaku lagi? Saya tidak perlu berada di sini... tetapi saya ingin berada di sini.""Terlalu banyak hal yang terjadi antara kami. Lebih dari dua tahun sakit,"dia berbisik rawly dan dikontrak tangannya di sekitar miliknya. "Saya tidak bisa kembali untuk menjadi gadis naif yang mencintaimu dengan seluruh hatinya.""Tapi mungkin... wanita yang diganti gadis bisa menemukan cara untuk mencintai orang cacat yang dia sekali itu diletakkan di atas alas ia ada bisnis yang di?""Anda telah menyakitiku begitu banyak kali," ia mengakui. Membuka matanya dan bertemu dengan tatapan penuh. Ia meraba sedikit di bawah silau fitnah."Aku tahu.""Dalam banyak cara.""Aku tahu.""Mengapa harus aku memaafkan Anda dan cinta Anda lagi? Mengapa harus aku membuka hatiku kepada seorang pria yang mungkin akan menghancurkan di telapak tangan?""Anda mungkin tidak," Dia tersenyum getir. "Tetapi saya berharap Anda akan.""Saya tidak bisa," ia berbisik, air mata membasahi pipinya pucat dan Dia mengangguk sedikit, mengulurkan tangan untuk menghapus di air mata."Aku tahu," dia akhirnya berkata lagi, sebelum lapsing dalam keheningan.