Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Elena: POV

I stared at Julian kneeling beside the hospital bed, his gray eyes raw with something I’d never seen before. Desperation. Maybe even fear.

“Can we try? Please. Let me take care of you. Both of you. Give me a chance to do this right

The words hung in the sterile air between us, and I felt something inside me crack-not breaking, but shifting. Like ice beginning to thaw.

Should I give him a chance?

My hand moved instinctively to my stomach, pressing against the slight curve hidden beneath the thin hospital gown. Twelve weeks. Almost three months of carrying this secret, of being terrified he’d find out and force me to-

The baby deserves a father, I thought, my chest tightening. A real father who’s there, not just someone I run from. Kids who grow up with both parents are healthier, happier. Right?

I looked at Julian’s face-the tension in his jaw, the way his hands gripped the bed rail like he was holding onto something precious. For once, he looked… lost. Uncertain.

Like he actually cares.

“…” My voice came out hoarse. “I don’t know, Julian.”

“What don’t you know?” He moved closer, careful not to crowd me. “Tell me. Whatever you need-whatever it takes-I’ll do it.”

Will you?

The question tasted bitter on my tongue.

*Can you break it off with Victoria?” The words tumbled out before I could stop them. “Can you actually, finally, cut ties with her? No more flying to Paris, No more emergency calls. No more choosing her over me?”

His jaw clenched, but he nodded. “Yes.”

And can you…” I swallowed hard, forcing myself to continue. “Can you treat me like an actual person? Not a possession. Not something you order around. Not a-a body you use when you’re bored.”

“So am I.” Before I could react, he moved-graceful and predatory-sliding onto the bed beside me. His hands found my waist, lifting me effortlessly until I was sitting in his lap.

“Julian, what are you- My protest cut off as I felt the hard length of him pressing against me through his damp pants.

Shit. He’s already hard.

His hands settled on my hips, holding me firmly in place. One hand slid up my spine, fingers finding the ties of my hospital gown.

“Stop it.” I pushed at his chest, my face burning. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you-”

“This is serious.” His mouth found my neck, lips brushing the sensitive skin below my ear. “This is about our happiness, isn’t it? About making this work?”

“That’s not ” I gasped as his teeth grazed my earlobe, sending sparks down my spine. “That’s not what I meant-

“Everything you said,” he murmured against my skin, his hand sliding lower, cupping my ass through the thin fabric. I agree to all of it. I’ll cut Victoria off. I’ll treat you better. I’ll talk to you like an equal.” His fingers squeezed possessively. “But Elena…”