Pregnant and Dumped By The Alpha novel Chapter 35

"I'm sorry," he blurted out. "I'm really, really sorry. I know that I probably don't deserve your forgiveness and I don't even deserve to ask you for forgiveness and but if you can, please, please let me make it up to you. I know anything that I'll do won't be enough, but please . . ."

"Can you talk about this later?" I whispered. To be honest, I didn't want to think about that. Not yet anyways.

He nodded and asked, "How are you?"

"I've been doing pretty well for myself."

"We know, we see you all time in newpapers, magazines and T.V nowadays. You look amazing honey. And we missed you so much," he said, looking at me with longing in his eyes.

"I know," I whispered, barely audible for anyone to hear.

"Momma, is this Gramps?" asked Charis.

"Yes sweetie," I answered with a smile.

"Are they- are they your children?" Father watched them in complete awe.

"Yep, they're twins. Guys, do you wanna introduce yourself to Gramps?"

"Hi, I'm Charis," she said shyly, looking at the floor.

Father kneeled down and shook her hand. "And I'm your Gramps."

"I'm Kaden," he said, putting forward his tiny hands.

"Hey Kade, I'm your Gramp." Father shook his hands as well.

He stood up, his smile still on his face, "They're beautiful."

"Well, they are my kids," I joked, laughing awkwardly.

He chuckled and told us to come in. We followed him through the house and he took us to his and mom's room.

When I entered the room, the first thing I heard was mom mumbled, "Who was that honey?"

She sounded too weak, too fragile and it truly was breaking my heart. This was so unlike her. She was always that woman who put on a brave face and made everyone feel so small. But right now, she was laying down on her bed. Her cheeks were hollow as well and her eyes were droopy. Her wrinkles were more noticeable now and her skin didn't have that glow. Her skin was pale and nearly grey and she was too skinny.

"It's me mom," I whispered, running to her and kneeling beside her bed. "It's your Sophia."

I awkwardly rested my head on her shoulder, while tears streamed down my face. I sniffed her apple and cinamom scent, which remined me of home. I muffled my sobs while she gently ran her bony fingers through my hair.

And Alex was right: if I never did see my mom, I would've regretted this for the rest of my life.

"So-Sophia? Is t-that r-really y-you?" mom stuttered in a very soft voice.

"I'm here mom. I'm here for you now," I cried onto her shoulders.