Elián;
I lean against the foot of the bed, as my hands hold my belly protectively. The silence from Elien isn't helping matters. And this fear of his, which has flooded our system, is only making matters worse.
Clearly, screaming at him wouldn't yield any results… So I can only wait. Patiently. While trying my best to keep our baby calm, and not let my own fear bleed into his.
"Talk to me," I whisper under my breath, trying my best to stay as calm as possible, but still, there is no answer from him.
My jaw tightens in annoyance and frustration.
"Don't do this," I say, louder now.
"Not now. Not after what just— Not when something is clearly wrong." I add, almost pleading now, and still, I get nothing.
I close my eyes, dragging in a slow breath, but it does nothing to settle the unease crawling beneath my skin.
It's still there. That lingering sensation. That… awful recognition.
