The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 95

Thalia Pov

The doctors finally agreed to let me see my little angel. I was placed in a wheelchair and wheeled into a room, sterilized, and ordered to put on a gown before being taken to see the beautiful angel. When I saw the s*upid box and hundreds of tubes to which my kid was linked, I cried.

She wasn’t meant to be in there, and she appeared to be in distress. Worst of all, she had no name. The nurses had continued asking about her name, and I would just shrug it off. Brandon had not yet named her, and I was sick of waiting. “Hello little angel, today I’m giving you a name,” I remarked as I approached the incubator. She was stunning, and the nurses were correct in their assessment, she really looked like me.

I was scared she was going to look like Josh and be a constant reminder of what I had done to him. But I could only guess I was not going to get punished in that department.

I closed my eyes and tried to think of a name but came up empty. I opened them in shock, there were a lot of names at the back of my head but I just couldn’t get one out of my mouth. I tried again but still came up empty. Maybe if I named her my name, it would solve everything but it did not feel alright.

I was a loser, I did not want to pass my bad luck to the poor innocent child. I had a curse and naming my baby after myself was out of the equation but I could not come up with a name. I was blank, completely blank. I told the nurse to quickly wheel me out of the room. I felt embarrassed and worthless, I understood why Brandon found it difficult too.

“Are you sure, you still got some minutes,” the nurse replied.

“Just get me out of here!” I yelled at her.

“Okay okay,” she said and took me back to my room where Nestor and Magie were anxiously awaiting for me but I was wheeled in with tears.

“What’s wrong?” Maggie asked.

“I couldn’t name her, my baby is very unlucky, she has fools for parents. What if she does not make it and we have to bury her? What name will we put on her tombstone?”

“Thalia no one is going to die, Brandon has the best people on the ground,” Nestor said. “You are only worried about her and that’s why you couldn’t find a name for her,” he added.

“Exactly, Nestor is right, first calm yourself down and now tell us how beautiful she is?”

I wiped my tears there were probably right on the scared part but where was Brandon going to find a donor? At the back of my head, I began thinking about the possibility of her biological father being the only donor. How could I even face him, how would I even approach him?

“Thalia, you have not answered our question?” Maggie snapped me out of my thoughts.

“She’s beautiful, our little angel is beautiful,” I replied.

“That’s great, now you have to concentrate on that beautiful face and remove all negative thoughts,” Maggie suggested. I nodded as they both helped me get on the bed. I felt miserable and the reality of meeting up with Josh kept lingering. Was it how fate lined up my miserable life.

They both stayed with me until nightfall and I noted they were awfully quiet. I could tell they wanted to bring up the Josh questions but were scared of how I could react. To be honest, I wanted them to bring it up, I wanted to talk about our last resort but we were all scared of how that possibility would change everything.

They said their goodbye after I had pretended to be asleep and as soon as the door closed, I opened my eyes and cried more. I couldn’t remember our initial plan, whether we were going to hide the baby from Josh or not, or how we were ever going to inform him.

Morning came and I kept biting my nails while I stared at Brandon over the screen. I was still in the hospital under observation and It had been three days since we were informed of my baby’s life-saving transplant but we were still unsuccessful in finding the donor.

Just like the Doctor had started finding, a donor with matching protein markers to our baby was next to impossible even though Brandon had his men searching every hospital on the face of the earth for a perfect match. Time was ticking and it looked like my baby had the same fate as Brandon.

He kept joking about how the baby could be his because of the rare markers which he compared to his rare disease. It was not funny and I did not think it was appropriate even though I knew he was only trying to cheer up the mood.

“Thalia do not worry, something will come up,” he assured me. I knew he was doing his best but I had done a lot of thinking concerning our situation for the past three days.

“We are running out of time, Brandon, and that s*upid doctor has refused to take my liver!” I replied.

“Do not worry, soon my men will find something.”

We didn’t have time, and every minute that passed meant fewer breaths and more anguish for our baby when the biological father was simply a phone call away. We were indirectly punishing the child. I’d asked Nestor for information on Josh in case he was still alive behind Brandon’s back. And we discovered he was living in a little apartment and only came out to see his mother. He had requested a divorce from a skunk but it had not yet been formalized.

The two idiots were separating, after nine s*upid months, they couldn’t even last a year. I could only guess that Josh was not good at faking it when he was on the receiving end. That was my worry, I had noted that every time we threw s*it at him, he resorted to beer and w*ores but he had cut back on his drinking and never went to the b*othels he used to frequent.

I could only assume he was doing it for his mother, for whom he had always had a soft place. That was good, if he was sober, he was going to be a good donor for the baby.

Yes, I was still thinking about the possibility of contacting him and asking for a liver. It was a long shot but I was not going to sit around and watch my baby die and if it meant kneeling I was going to kneel in front of my enemy.