My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 295

"Baby, my baby..." I called, repeatedly. Then, I saw a very small silhouette in the bright light. He toddled towards me. Because he was too young, he was taking short unsteady steps.

I was so delighted to have finally seen him. Running to meet him, I held him in my arms and looked closely at him. He was really tiny. His face was red, possibly from how much effort he put in to come out of my belly.

I gazed at his little nose and little eyes. They looked so perfect on him. He even smiled at me. He looked exactly like an angel when he curled the corners of his tiny lips.

"Arianna," A deep voice echoed in my ears. "Arianna!"

I looked around to locate the source of the voice, but there was only emptiness around me. I could see nothing.

When I came back to my senses and wanted to see my baby again, he was already gone. I was alone amid the white fog, at a loss.

"Arianna!" The voice from earlier called again. I covered my ears, refusing to listen to it. I didn't want to be distracted again. I looked around for my child, just as I did before.

But the voice was like a curse. It kept on ringing in my ears.

I couldn't take the pressure anymore. Hysterically, I shouted at the top of my lungs, "Baby! My baby-"

All of a sudden, I felt a jolt in my heart. Gasping from the pain, I opened my eyes and saw only white around me.

I was surrounded by a group of doctors in white coats, all wearing masks.

Someone heaved a sigh of relief, "Finally! She woke up. The patient is safe!"

"Well, for now. Transfer her to the ICU. Keep close eyes on her for the next twenty-four hours, and move her to the general ward if everything looks good." "Understood!"

I was only half- awake when the group of people convoyed me to the ICU ward. My throat hurt so badly that I couldn't take big breaths, nor could I speak.

After the effect of the anesthetic drug wore off, I began to feel intense pain from all over my body, but especially in the abdomen area. It hurt as if I was tugging on the nerves even though I was breathing shallowly.

"The doctor said that you have to fast for six hours until the anesthesia is completely worn off. Before that, you can only drink water," Irvin said.

He was the last person I expected to show up and rescue me from the warehouse. It could be Hendrix, or it could be Aaron, but I had never once considered Irvin.

Since I couldn't speak, I only looked at him, and my tears rolled down from the corners of my eyes.

Irvin seemed to have understood what I meant. He sighed, "Your priority now is to rest well. You'll have a baby again in the future." Hearing his words, my heart had broken into pieces. I felt like I was being torn apart, and I could feel the pain deep in my bones.

I began to tremble and sob in endless agony. Irvin came to hold my hand, his face dark, and there was affliction in his dark eyes too.

Irvin didn't say anything to me, only held my hand and let me cry. I didn't know how long I cried before I fell asleep. He did call me several times, but I always fell back to sleep after answering him in a daze.

The disastrous night was like my personal hell, and I was stuck in it. It stung me every time I thought of it, and the pain always reminded me that I had lost my child. I just couldn't cope with the grief.

Three days later, I finally was able to leave the bed and speak very softly. I grabbed onto Irvin's sleeve and said in my still hoarse voice, "I want to see my baby."

I felt my tears welled up in my eyes. "At least let me see what he looks like," I said.

I wanted to meet him after carrying him to full terms.