Taming My Arrogant Husband novel Chapter 122

Six Months Later

Sophia's POV:

"Oh, my God!"

I closed my eyes, grabbing the railings of the stairs as I felt the pain growing from my lower abdomen followed by an unexplained type of pain from my lower back. 

"Oh, God...!"

Tears are now forming around my eyes. I wanted to scream but the pain was consuming my strength which prevents me from opening my mouth. 

I couldn't find anyone in the living room. Daniel was in his study room, as I told him earlier that I was fine and that I'll just call him when I need something. He hasn't been going to the office since he knew I'm pregnant, instead, he asked Andrew and Denise to bring him all the documents that need his signature and approval. He also became overprotective even over little things... well, it's not that I complained, honestly, I like that side of him. 

I tried to get my phone out of my pocket as I slowly taking the steps down the stairs. But I was just in the middle of dialing my husband's number when suddenly our eyes meet. He's frowning at the end of the stairs but noticing that I was in pain, quickly ran to my side. 

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" His voice laced with worry as he held my hand. 

I wanted to answer his question but I think the pain doesn't want me to speak as I felt it stronger every passing minute. 

"Hey, you're in pain! What the hell! Are you okay?"

"Oh, God! You're seeing me in pain and then you're asking me if I'm okay?"

"Ohh---"

"We have to go to the hospital right now."

"Huh? Why? Are you---"

"I think your child wants to come out."

"What?" He asked me in shock, his eyes widened. 

"I said your baby wants to get out of my tummy! We have to go to the hospital right now!" I screamed loudly as he remained standing and motionless. 

"Oh, shit, shit, shit! Let's go!" I guess panic arises in him as he gets startled. His eyes doubled in size and were about to lift me but I remembered something important that I had left in our room. 

"Wait!"

"What?"

"You have to get the bag."

"Which bag?"

"The one that has all our baby's stuff, diaper and everything! It's in the drawer---ahhgg!" But I was interrupted by another series of pains that surged down my body. 

"Aghh---Goddamnit! Forget that fucking bag! I'm taking you to the hospital right now!" And without any second, he bent over and lifted me by his arms. 

I gasped in surprise but eventually hold on to his neck as he quickly walked down the stairs. 

"Sweetheart, we have to bring the bag to the hospital. All my records were there, including our baby's stuff."

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I'll ask Nanay Emily to bring it to the hospital!"

I closed my eyes and remained quiet as I felt the pain again, while in my mind there's a fuss swirling about how much DEL of pain a human body could endure, compare to the pain felt by a woman who gives birth. 

'A human body can only endure up to 45 'DEL' (Unit) of pain, while a woman giving birth feels up to 57 DEL of pain which is equal to 20 bones getting fractured.'

But....there have been medical personnel who claim that it's not true - incorrect - wrong - false - erroneous. 

They say there is no unit for pain and it's impossible to quantify it even with the technology we have today. Pain can't be measured as each individual's tolerance varies according to their level of experience and each person's experience is unique.

Yes, a human body is capable of extraordinary feats and many people can withstand extraordinary amounts of pain but there are also people who can't withstand pain. 

But no matter what they say, there is no amount of pain that can win against the mother's love and care for her children. 

"Agh! Fucking shit!"

"Why? What happened?" I asked him confused after he placed me on the passenger seat. 

"I forgot the fucking key!"

I inhaled deeply. If we were just in a different situation, I swear I would have laughed at him. But thank God as before he could even step back into the house, Ben and two of his men came driving in my car. 

They immediately helped us get into the car. We were in the back seat and I witnessed how worried my husband was while holding my hand. He also kissed my head continuously every time I squeezed his arm. He never once complained as he knows I am in pain. 

"Ohh.. little kid, have mercy on your mommy, please." He muttered repeatedly until we reached the emergency room and took me directly to the delivery room. 

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30 years later... 

Sophia's POV:

"Hey! Mr. Kelley, will you stop doing that!" I whispered-yelled....half annoyed---half excited when I found my husband staring at me while I was in front of my makeup stand and I was applying cream on my face. 

He's lying in bed, his head leaning against the headboard and has a book on his hands, which was previously on his lap. Maybe he thought I wasn't aware of what he was doing but little did he know I could see it out from the corner of my eyes. 

"Huh? Stop doing what? I'm not doing anything, sweetheart. I wasn't even moving." He tried to pretend innocent, but he couldn't hide the smile that formed on his lips, no matter how he tried. 

"Yeah, you're not doing anything but your eyes were moving! I can't concentrate on applying my cream!" I turned to him with a frown. 

Putting down the book, he laughed at me that echoed in the four corners of our room. 

"How did you know I'm staring at you if you're too busy putting something on your face?"

I held my chin up and faced him with a raised eyebrow. 

"Ohh...sweetheart, it's been thirty years and I've already memorized the sound of your snore and the smell of your fart, not to mention how many times you pee every night, so don't ask me how did I know you're staring at me. I have two eyes and I could see you from its corner! 

The laugh he gave me by this time was louder than he had expressed earlier, but I continued to put on my cream and pretended not to be affected by his laugh. A few seconds later, I noticed him standing and went to where I sit. 

Our eyes met through the mirror and it was when I realized how many years have passed by and I still have the same feeling I have for him 30 years ago. The man who stood by me in those 30 years... who became my happy pill, my strength and my inspiration. 

The one who made a promise to love me and me alone until his last breath. And thank God to the heaven above as He guided him and let him fulfilled that promise. 

"Look who's staring, Mrs. Kelley." He said having a mischievous grin on his lips. 

I gulped. 

"I just realized how handsome you are today, sweetheart." I winked at him and he laughed again. 

"Really?" He put his hands on my shoulders. 

"Yup."

"Only today?" I nodded. "Whoa! I can't believe you! We've been married more than 30 years but you just have found how handsome I am today?"

I giggled when he started massaging the blade of my shoulders. It sends shivers down my core which slowly drowns my body into the pool of lusts. I bit my lower lip to suppress the moan that wanted to escape my throat. 

"What are you doing?" I asked in confusion as he bent over and laid his chin on my head. His hands continued moving down to my arms. 

"Tell me, sweetheart, when do you find me the most handsome? Is it every morning when I wake up, while we were having lunch or dinner? Uhmm... do you also find me sexy in bed?"

I gulped looking him straight in the eye. What the heck! Where the hell are those questions going? 

"May I know why you ask them suddenly, Mister? Don't tell me you're insecure with your body right now?"

"Of course, not! I just want to know if what I was thinking was right..." I raised an eyebrow. "...that in these 30 years of being your husband, I can feel how you melt with my touch. And take note, I've always caught you drooling over this body."