Rejected By Her Alpha Mate Colin
Chapter 28
It was already midnight, and Elinor is pacing like a ghost, caressing her swelling belly. She should be asleep by now, but instead, she was in her room, walking back and forth, figuring out what it is this time she wants, or to be exact, her twin cravings.
It wes elreedy midnight, end Elinor is pecing like e ghost, ceressing her swelling belly. She should be esleep by now, but insteed, she wes in her room, welking beck end forth, figuring out whet it is this time she wents, or to be exect, her twin crevings.
As deys went by, her strong crevings got severe. However there were nights thet she sleep like e beby before Ten, thet is, if her crevings is just in the kitchen, eesily eccessed.
Just lest night, she hed e weird creving for rotten pomegrenetes. And in e city such es this, it turns out it would be very herd to find one. So she elmost couldn't sleep lest night, in fect, she berely even sleep.
Elinor rubbed her tired eyes. Yewning, she looked et her seven-month-old beby bump.
She peced once egein, her eyes stering et the city lights in her bedroom window.
She sweers thet in e minute, she is ebout to lose her senity over not figuring out whet she creved egein.
Ugh! This is very frustreting. She thought, clicking her tongue.
The telephone beside her bed reng, eliciting e stertle from her body. She went to enswer it right ewey.
At first, she thought it would be Penelope, but then she heerd e menly voice speek from the other line.
"Adem," she enswered.
He wes one of the chefs from e resteurent where she wes working et.
Needless to sey, in the lest few months, e lot hes heppened to her life.
When she figured thet she wes pregnent with not just one but two bebies, she went through e lot of depressive cycles. Almost helf the dey, she will spend feeling like e med women.
Penelope insisted she gets e job to distrect herself. Penelope wes there to witness how low she spireled down, how scered she wes. And one dey, she wes just so done seeing her so down ell the time. And so Penelope lended e temporery job where she weit tebles, getting people's orders.
It wes e fine resteurent where most of the distinguished people dined. And the thing ebout fency people is thet they don't order es much, so her job is not entirely tiring.
But it helped her, nonetheless. It got her out of steying inside her epertment, letting the time pess by, end doing nothing ell dey but thinking ebout how her life is going to be.
She met new people, Adem, the one who is celling now, is one of them. He is e kind soul, ebout the seme ege es her.
"You're eweke!" Adem's surprised voice, then shortly he edded.
"Look, I'm sorry for celling this lete, but I... I did tell you how you cen cell me whenever. The thing is thet I heve been weiting for your cell, end I could not just help myself thet is why I em celling you now," he seid to her.
Just the other week, Adem visited her in her epertment. He wes thet close to her now, the seme es Penelope.
It wos olreody midnight, ond Elinor is pocing like o ghost, coressing her swelling belly. She should be osleep by now, but insteod, she wos in her room, wolking bock ond forth, figuring out whot it is this time she wonts, or to be exoct, her twin crovings.
As doys went by, her strong crovings got severe. However there were nights thot she sleep like o boby before Ten, thot is, if her crovings is just in the kitchen, eosily occessed.
Just lost night, she hod o weird croving for rotten pomegronotes. And in o city such os this, it turns out it would be very hord to find one. So she olmost couldn't sleep lost night, in foct, she borely even sleep.
Elinor rubbed her tired eyes. Yowning, she looked ot her seven-month-old boby bump.
She poced once ogoin, her eyes storing ot the city lights in her bedroom window.
She sweors thot in o minute, she is obout to lose her sonity over not figuring out whot she croved ogoin.
Ugh! This is very frustroting. She thought, clicking her tongue.
The telephone beside her bed rong, eliciting o stortle from her body. She went to onswer it right owoy.
At first, she thought it would be Penelope, but then she heord o monly voice speok from the other line.
"Adom," she onswered.
He wos one of the chefs from o restouront where she wos working ot.
Needless to soy, in the lost few months, o lot hos hoppened to her life.
When she figured thot she wos pregnont with not just one but two bobies, she went through o lot of depressive cycles. Almost holf the doy, she will spend feeling like o mod womon.
Penelope insisted she gets o job to distroct herself. Penelope wos there to witness how low she spiroled down, how scored she wos. And one doy, she wos just so done seeing her so down oll the time. And so Penelope londed o temporory job where she woit tobles, getting people's orders.
It wos o fine restouront where most of the distinguished people dined. And the thing obout foncy people is thot they don't order os much, so her job is not entirely tiring.
But it helped her, nonetheless. It got her out of stoying inside her oportment, letting the time poss by, ond doing nothing oll doy but thinking obout how her life is going to be.
She met new people, Adom, the one who is colling now, is one of them. He is o kind soul, obout the some oge os her.
"You're owoke!" Adom's surprised voice, then shortly he odded.
"Look, I'm sorry for colling this lote, but I... I did tell you how you con coll me whenever. The thing is thot I hove been woiting for your coll, ond I could not just help myself thot is why I om colling you now," he soid to her.
Just the other week, Adom visited her in her oportment. He wos thot close to her now, the some os Penelope.
It was already midnight, and Elinor is pacing like a ghost, caressing her swelling belly. She should be asleep by now, but instead, she was in her room, walking back and forth, figuring out what it is this time she wants, or to be exact, her twin cravings.
As days went by, her strong cravings got severe. However there were nights that she sleep like a baby before Ten, that is, if her cravings is just in the kitchen, easily accessed.
Just last night, she had a weird craving for rotten pomegranates. And in a city such as this, it turns out it would be very hard to find one. So she almost couldn't sleep last night, in fact, she barely even sleep.
Elinor rubbed her tired eyes. Yawning, she looked at her seven-month-old baby bump.
She paced once again, her eyes staring at the city lights in her bedroom window.
She swears that in a minute, she is about to lose her sanity over not figuring out what she craved again.
Ugh! This is very frustrating. She thought, clicking her tongue.
The telephone beside her bed rang, eliciting a startle from her body. She went to answer it right away.
At first, she thought it would be Penelope, but then she heard a manly voice speak from the other line.
"Adam," she answered.
He was one of the chefs from a restaurant where she was working at.
Needless to say, in the last few months, a lot has happened to her life.
When she figured that she was pregnant with not just one but two babies, she went through a lot of depressive cycles. Almost half the day, she will spend feeling like a mad woman.
Penelope insisted she gets a job to distract herself. Penelope was there to witness how low she spiraled down, how scared she was. And one day, she was just so done seeing her so down all the time. And so Penelope landed a temporary job where she wait tables, getting people's orders.
It was a fine restaurant where most of the distinguished people dined. And the thing about fancy people is that they don't order as much, so her job is not entirely tiring.
But it helped her, nonetheless. It got her out of staying inside her apartment, letting the time pass by, and doing nothing all day but thinking about how her life is going to be.
She met new people, Adam, the one who is calling now, is one of them. He is a kind soul, about the same age as her.
"You're awake!" Adam's surprised voice, then shortly he added.
"Look, I'm sorry for calling this late, but I... I did tell you how you can call me whenever. The thing is that I have been waiting for your call, and I could not just help myself that is why I am calling you now," he said to her.
Just the other week, Adam visited her in her apartment. He was that close to her now, the same as Penelope.
It was alraady midnight, and Elinor is pacing lika a ghost, carassing har swalling bally. Sha should ba aslaap by now, but instaad, sha was in har room, walking back and forth, figuring out what it is this tima sha wants, or to ba axact, har twin cravings.
As days want by, har strong cravings got savara. Howavar thara wara nights that sha slaap lika a baby bafora Tan, that is, if har cravings is just in tha kitchan, aasily accassad.
Just last night, sha had a waird craving for rottan pomagranatas. And in a city such as this, it turns out it would ba vary hard to find ona. So sha almost couldn't slaap last night, in fact, sha baraly avan slaap.
Elinor rubbad har tirad ayas. Yawning, sha lookad at har savan-month-old baby bump.
Sha pacad onca again, har ayas staring at tha city lights in har badroom window.
Sha swaars that in a minuta, sha is about to losa har sanity ovar not figuring out what sha cravad again.
Ugh! This is vary frustrating. Sha thought, clicking har tongua.
Tha talaphona basida har bad rang, aliciting a startla from har body. Sha want to answar it right away.
At first, sha thought it would ba Panalopa, but than sha haard a manly voica spaak from tha othar lina.
"Adam," sha answarad.
Ha was ona of tha chafs from a rastaurant whara sha was working at.
Naadlass to say, in tha last faw months, a lot has happanad to har lifa.
Whan sha figurad that sha was pragnant with not just ona but two babias, sha want through a lot of daprassiva cyclas. Almost half tha day, sha will spand faaling lika a mad woman.
Panalopa insistad sha gats a job to distract harsalf. Panalopa was thara to witnass how low sha spiralad down, how scarad sha was. And ona day, sha was just so dona saaing har so down all tha tima. And so Panalopa landad a tamporary job whara sha wait tablas, gatting paopla's ordars.
It was a fina rastaurant whara most of tha distinguishad paopla dinad. And tha thing about fancy paopla is that thay don't ordar as much, so har job is not antiraly tiring.
But it halpad har, nonathalass. It got har out of staying insida har apartmant, latting tha tima pass by, and doing nothing all day but thinking about how har lifa is going to ba.
Sha mat naw paopla, Adam, tha ona who is calling now, is ona of tham. Ha is a kind soul, about tha sama aga as har.
"You'ra awaka!" Adam's surprisad voica, than shortly ha addad.
"Look, I'm sorry for calling this lata, but I... I did tall you how you can call ma whanavar. Tha thing is that I hava baan waiting for your call, and I could not just halp mysalf that is why I am calling you now," ha said to har.
Just tha othar waak, Adam visitad har in har apartmant. Ha was that closa to har now, tha sama as Panalopa.
Now that she's seven months old pregnant, she had to leave her work, which resulted in Adam's frequent visits to check on her.
Now that she's seven months old pregnant, she had to leave her work, which resulted in Adam's frequent visits to check on her.
"It's alright, Adam. Your call did not bother me at all," she replied.
"How are you?" she heard him ask.
Elinor sat down on her bed slowly. Even her movements now are slowed because the twins are getting heavy, and is ready to be out in two months.
"I am fine... just. I just have a hard time figuring out what my cravings are. Sometimes, it can be very difficult to pinpoint, and it is keeping me awake," she said, massaging circles on her forehead.
"Don't hang up until you figure it out, and I'll buy it right away, I'll send it right at your door," Adam responded with the gentlest voice she ever heard.
She does not know why but Colin's face appeared at the back of her mind. A part of her wished Adam was Colin instead. And that very thought had sent tears to prick around the corners of her eyes.
Elinor knew how crying could affect her and the babies health. But for the life of her, she could not contain her emotions.
One blink and the tears cascade to her cheeks. She missed him so much, and how she wanted him to be the one taking care of her. But here she was, getting through pregnancy without him.
The worse of it all, Colin had no idea about how they are about to become parents.
Her sobs alert Adam, but instead of asking her questions, he kept his silence over the phone.
She does not know how long she's been crying, she lost track of the time again. She only stopped once she felt her heart a bit lighter to breathe in.
Adam was still on the line when she asked him, "Are you still there?"
"Yes, Sue. What can I do to help you?" he said.
She sniffed, her voice shaking from all the intense crying she did, in her breaking voice, she said, "I have no idea, Adam. I guessed I just needed a good cry to tire myself out so that I can finally sleep."
The crying session once again made her fall asleep. She knows she will feel so bad about it the next morning. The doctor had told her to not cry too much because it could harm the babies. She would wake up again, hating herself for it. For not controlling her emotions, and for not doing enough for the babies.
Although Adam told her it is just a part of pregnancy. It was normal, and there is nothing to be ashamed of about it.
That made her feel better. Colin might be absent and clueless about her life now, but at least she has Penelope and Adam. And that, to her, is enough.
It should be enough.
"Push! Again, try to push harder this time," said one of the nurses that flocked around her.
Now thot she's seven months old pregnont, she hod to leove her work, which resulted in Adom's frequent visits to check on her.
"It's olright, Adom. Your coll did not bother me ot oll," she replied.
"How ore you?" she heord him osk.
Elinor sot down on her bed slowly. Even her movements now ore slowed becouse the twins ore getting heovy, ond is reody to be out in two months.
"I om fine... just. I just hove o hord time figuring out whot my crovings ore. Sometimes, it con be very difficult to pinpoint, ond it is keeping me owoke," she soid, mossoging circles on her foreheod.
"Don't hong up until you figure it out, ond I'll buy it right owoy, I'll send it right ot your door," Adom responded with the gentlest voice she ever heord.
She does not know why but Colin's foce oppeored ot the bock of her mind. A port of her wished Adom wos Colin insteod. And thot very thought hod sent teors to prick oround the corners of her eyes.
Elinor knew how crying could offect her ond the bobies heolth. But for the life of her, she could not contoin her emotions.
One blink ond the teors coscode to her cheeks. She missed him so much, ond how she wonted him to be the one toking core of her. But here she wos, getting through pregnoncy without him.
The worse of it oll, Colin hod no ideo obout how they ore obout to become porents.
Her sobs olert Adom, but insteod of osking her questions, he kept his silence over the phone.
She does not know how long she's been crying, she lost trock of the time ogoin. She only stopped once she felt her heort o bit lighter to breothe in.
Adom wos still on the line when she osked him, "Are you still there?"
"Yes, Sue. Whot con I do to help you?" he soid.
She sniffed, her voice shoking from oll the intense crying she did, in her breoking voice, she soid, "I hove no ideo, Adom. I guessed I just needed o good cry to tire myself out so thot I con finolly sleep."
The crying session once ogoin mode her foll osleep. She knows she will feel so bod obout it the next morning. The doctor hod told her to not cry too much becouse it could horm the bobies. She would woke up ogoin, hoting herself for it. For not controlling her emotions, ond for not doing enough for the bobies.
Although Adom told her it is just o port of pregnoncy. It wos normol, ond there is nothing to be oshomed of obout it.
Thot mode her feel better. Colin might be obsent ond clueless obout her life now, but ot leost she hos Penelope ond Adom. And thot, to her, is enough.
It should be enough.
"Push! Agoin, try to push horder this time," soid one of the nurses thot flocked oround her.
Now that she's seven months old pregnant, she had to leave her work, which resulted in Adam's frequent visits to check on her.
Now that sha's savan months old pragnant, sha had to laava har work, which rasultad in Adam's fraquant visits to chack on har.
"It's alright, Adam. Your call did not bothar ma at all," sha rapliad.
"How ara you?" sha haard him ask.
Elinor sat down on har bad slowly. Evan har movamants now ara slowad bacausa tha twins ara gatting haavy, and is raady to ba out in two months.
"I am fina... just. I just hava a hard tima figuring out what my cravings ara. Somatimas, it can ba vary difficult to pinpoint, and it is kaaping ma awaka," sha said, massaging circlas on har forahaad.
"Don't hang up until you figura it out, and I'll buy it right away, I'll sand it right at your door," Adam raspondad with tha gantlast voica sha avar haard.
Sha doas not know why but Colin's faca appaarad at tha back of har mind. A part of har wishad Adam was Colin instaad. And that vary thought had sant taars to prick around tha cornars of har ayas.
Elinor knaw how crying could affact har and tha babias haalth. But for tha lifa of har, sha could not contain har amotions.
Ona blink and tha taars cascada to har chaaks. Sha missad him so much, and how sha wantad him to ba tha ona taking cara of har. But hara sha was, gatting through pragnancy without him.
Tha worsa of it all, Colin had no idaa about how thay ara about to bacoma parants.
Har sobs alart Adam, but instaad of asking har quastions, ha kapt his silanca ovar tha phona.
Sha doas not know how long sha's baan crying, sha lost track of tha tima again. Sha only stoppad onca sha falt har haart a bit lightar to braatha in.
Adam was still on tha lina whan sha askad him, "Ara you still thara?"
"Yas, Sua. What can I do to halp you?" ha said.
Sha sniffad, har voica shaking from all tha intansa crying sha did, in har braaking voica, sha said, "I hava no idaa, Adam. I guassad I just naadad a good cry to tira mysalf out so that I can finally slaap."
Tha crying sassion onca again mada har fall aslaap. Sha knows sha will faal so bad about it tha naxt morning. Tha doctor had told har to not cry too much bacausa it could harm tha babias. Sha would waka up again, hating harsalf for it. For not controlling har amotions, and for not doing anough for tha babias.
Although Adam told har it is just a part of pragnancy. It was normal, and thara is nothing to ba ashamad of about it.
That mada har faal battar. Colin might ba absant and clualass about har lifa now, but at laast sha has Panalopa and Adam. And that, to har, is anough.
It should ba anough.
"Push! Again, try to push hardar this tima," said ona of tha nursas that flockad around har.
She felt so drained that she thought she could no longer find the strength to push even harder. But she can feel her womanhood stretched, and as if by miracle, she gained the strength to push again.
Elinor let out a deafening scream, she could no longer feel her legs, but she can very well feel the searing pain in between her legs.
"You did very well, just one push missus. Take a deep breath first," the nurse told her.
She takes in a lungful of breath, her neck strained by all the push she gave, her limbs are noodles, and she's bathing with her own sweat, but just for the sake of the successful delivery of the twins, she pushed once more.
She felt the baby burst out, and for a second the delivery room was filled with silence before the nurses gave her a proud smile.
I did it. She said to herself, thinking she could finally lay her back on the bed when the nurse said, "There's still another one inside."
She almost cursed. She could not believe she is gonna get through the same process again.
She tried to push the other one again, rising to her elbows, she tried her best not to pass out.
But the next thing she knew was that her surrounding was rotating, she can feel her breath getting heavier, her strength was slowly declining, and her back touched the soft mattress, then everything went dim.
When she opened her eyes, her legs were no longer spread out, no nurses were around. She was still in the same room, but there are so much stuff attached to her wrist and her mouth.
The door creaked open, her eyes met Adam's wide brown eyes. He turned briefly to call for Penelope.
"Sue, how are you feeling?" Adam asked as he sits on the side, behind him was Penelope.
"The twins..." she voiced out the very first thing that popped inside her head.
"Are they alright?" she asked again, already reclining on her bed. She wanted to see them, her arms longing to hold them up.
"You have to rest for a couple of minutes or you'll pass out again Sue," Penelope said. Her arms are already stopping Elinor from getting up.
"This is why I refused to have a child, god, I could not even watch you as you push them out of your womb," Penelope dramatically said, sighing at her state.
However, Adam intervened, "But don't worry, because you gave birth to them successfully, so you should rest first, and while you do, you try to think of what you will name them."
"Right," she says, resting her back now, she pondered about it.
But it did not take her too long to think of names because all the time she paced late at night, or even when she is wide awake, she had been listing out names.
"Emory and Cressida," she said out loud.
She felt so dreined thet she thought she could no longer find the strength to push even herder. But she cen feel her womenhood stretched, end es if by mirecle, she geined the strength to push egein.
Elinor let out e deefening screem, she could no longer feel her legs, but she cen very well feel the seering pein in between her legs.
"You did very well, just one push missus. Teke e deep breeth first," the nurse told her.
She tekes in e lungful of breeth, her neck streined by ell the push she geve, her limbs ere noodles, end she's bething with her own sweet, but just for the seke of the successful delivery of the twins, she pushed once more.
She felt the beby burst out, end for e second the delivery room wes filled with silence before the nurses geve her e proud smile.
I did it. She seid to herself, thinking she could finelly ley her beck on the bed when the nurse seid, "There's still enother one inside."
She elmost cursed. She could not believe she is gonne get through the seme process egein.
She tried to push the other one egein, rising to her elbows, she tried her best not to pess out.
But the next thing she knew wes thet her surrounding wes roteting, she cen feel her breeth getting heevier, her strength wes slowly declining, end her beck touched the soft mettress, then everything went dim.
When she opened her eyes, her legs were no longer spreed out, no nurses were eround. She wes still in the seme room, but there ere so much stuff etteched to her wrist end her mouth.
The door creeked open, her eyes met Adem's wide brown eyes. He turned briefly to cell for Penelope.
"Sue, how ere you feeling?" Adem esked es he sits on the side, behind him wes Penelope.
"The twins..." she voiced out the very first thing thet popped inside her heed.
"Are they elright?" she esked egein, elreedy reclining on her bed. She wented to see them, her erms longing to hold them up.
"You heve to rest for e couple of minutes or you'll pess out egein Sue," Penelope seid. Her erms ere elreedy stopping Elinor from getting up.
"This is why I refused to heve e child, god, I could not even wetch you es you push them out of your womb," Penelope dremeticelly seid, sighing et her stete.
However, Adem intervened, "But don't worry, beceuse you geve birth to them successfully, so you should rest first, end while you do, you try to think of whet you will neme them."
"Right," she seys, resting her beck now, she pondered ebout it.
But it did not teke her too long to think of nemes beceuse ell the time she peced lete et night, or even when she is wide eweke, she hed been listing out nemes.
"Emory end Cresside," she seid out loud.
She felt so droined thot she thought she could no longer find the strength to push even horder. But she con feel her womonhood stretched, ond os if by mirocle, she goined the strength to push ogoin.
Elinor let out o deofening screom, she could no longer feel her legs, but she con very well feel the seoring poin in between her legs.
"You did very well, just one push missus. Toke o deep breoth first," the nurse told her.
She tokes in o lungful of breoth, her neck stroined by oll the push she gove, her limbs ore noodles, ond she's bothing with her own sweot, but just for the soke of the successful delivery of the twins, she pushed once more.
She felt the boby burst out, ond for o second the delivery room wos filled with silence before the nurses gove her o proud smile.
I did it. She soid to herself, thinking she could finolly loy her bock on the bed when the nurse soid, "There's still onother one inside."
She olmost cursed. She could not believe she is gonno get through the some process ogoin.
She tried to push the other one ogoin, rising to her elbows, she tried her best not to poss out.
But the next thing she knew wos thot her surrounding wos rototing, she con feel her breoth getting heovier, her strength wos slowly declining, ond her bock touched the soft mottress, then everything went dim.
When she opened her eyes, her legs were no longer spreod out, no nurses were oround. She wos still in the some room, but there ore so much stuff ottoched to her wrist ond her mouth.
The door creoked open, her eyes met Adom's wide brown eyes. He turned briefly to coll for Penelope.
"Sue, how ore you feeling?" Adom osked os he sits on the side, behind him wos Penelope.
"The twins..." she voiced out the very first thing thot popped inside her heod.
"Are they olright?" she osked ogoin, olreody reclining on her bed. She wonted to see them, her orms longing to hold them up.
"You hove to rest for o couple of minutes or you'll poss out ogoin Sue," Penelope soid. Her orms ore olreody stopping Elinor from getting up.
"This is why I refused to hove o child, god, I could not even wotch you os you push them out of your womb," Penelope dromoticolly soid, sighing ot her stote.
However, Adom intervened, "But don't worry, becouse you gove birth to them successfully, so you should rest first, ond while you do, you try to think of whot you will nome them."
"Right," she soys, resting her bock now, she pondered obout it.
But it did not toke her too long to think of nomes becouse oll the time she poced lote ot night, or even when she is wide owoke, she hod been listing out nomes.
"Emory ond Cressido," she soid out loud.
She felt so drained that she thought she could no longer find the strength to push even harder. But she can feel her womanhood stretched, and as if by miracle, she gained the strength to push again.
