Nina
The room fell silent in the wake of Tyler’s revelation.
“You think I should visit your witch?” I asked, a bit taken aback.
“Yes,” Tyler said, taking a step forward. “Listen, she’s helped me so much over the past few months.
I think she could help you, too.”
I paused, glancing at my father. But his expression seemed open to the idea; a little caught off guard, maybe, but open.
Suddenly, the door sprang open again. In came my mother, looking just as guilty and out of breath as my brother. “Tyler is right,” she said gently. “Nina, I think it would be good for you.”
Their words struck a chord in me. After everything that had happened with Selena and the witch, I was hesitant, despite what this new witch had done for Tyler.
Enzo placed a reassuring hand on my leg, squeezing softly. “Nina, maybe they’re right. Maybe it’s not such a bad idea to see the witch. At least for a consultation.” Some paragraphs are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Jobnib.com. Visit Jobnib.com to read the complete chapters for free.I looked at him incredulously. “Rather than a doctor? This isn’t like Tyler’s condition, which is a known curse, This is different. This could be a number of things.”
“I just think it’s worth considering,” he replied cautiously, “for the baby’s sake.”
My mother chimed in, “It could be beneficial, Nina, Even if nothing is wrong, don’t you think that it would be good to have her take a look at the pregnancy? Get a second opinion? You can still visit the doctor, of course. But I see no harm in it.” My eyes narrowed. “I don’t know,” I said, standing. “I think we’re dealing with forces here that we don’t fully understand.”
“Nina, you’re dealing with visions and sleepwalking. You don’t understand that either,” my father pointed out.
He had a point, but I didn’t want to admit it. My jaw clenched as I considered my options. “Maybe. I don’t know. But I don’t want to be pushed—”
“No one is pushing you,” my mother said softly. ” We’re just worried, Nina. You’ve been through so much already. If this witch can give us any answers
“It’s just… It feels wrong,” I murmured, dropping my hands down to my lap. “After what happened with Selena…”
My father sighed deeply, running a hand through his graying hair. “I understand your reservations, Nina,” he said softly. “But look at your brother.
Look at how healthy he’s gotten. Do you honestly think he would lead you to a witch who could be conspiring against you?”
My gaze lifted to meet my brother’s eyes. They were filled with the same worry and caution that I felt, but they were also filled with more light than ever. He looked good; really good. And he was happy, which was the most important part.
The room fell silent, the air heavy with our collective fears and hopes. My family, the people who had been my rock through every hardship, were united in their belief that this might be the best course of action.
Could I really go against that? Was my personal discomfort more important than the health and safety of my unborn child?
My eyes met Enzo’s, and in that instant, my decision was made. His eyes, always so full of love and concern, tipped the scale.
“Alright,” I relented, my voice tinged with both uncertainty and conviction. “I’ll consider seeing the witch.”
Sighs of relief filled the room, mingling with the lingering tension. But as I looked at the faces of the people who loved me most, I couldn’t help but wonder-was this a step towards keeping my baby safe, or would visiting a healer just serve to further muddy the waters?
But for the sake of my child, I was willing to find out.
The bedroom was dark, save for the soft glow emanating from the bedside lamp. Enzo sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with his watch that he had just taken off. The air felt oddly thick and stifling, a stark change from the light, airy room that I usually called my own when I came to visit.
Finally breaking the silence, Enzo looked at me with a grave expression. “Nina, we should talk about… the other scenario.”
I felt a knot form in my stomach. “What other scenario?” I asked, even though I knew the answer perfectly well.
He hesitated, clearly choosing his words carefully. ” Well, what if this pregnancy… doesn’t work out in the end?”
His words hung in the air like a dark cloud, casting the room into further shadow. It was a possibility, a cruel and ugly possibility that I hadn’t wanted to allow myself to think about. But hearing him say it out loud made it suddenly all too real.
“That’s not going to happen,” I said quickly, as if saying it with enough conviction would make it true.
“We don’t know that,” Enzo replied softly. “The symptoms you’re experiencing, the history with your mother—”
I cut him off. “I don’t want to consider this, Enzo.
It’s too much.”
His eyes met mine, filled with a deep, soul-wrenching love that made it even harder to look at him. “Nina, you might have to.”
I sighed, realizing that he was right.
“Look,” he continued, reaching across the bed to squeeze my hand. “It’s a possibility. I think we should be prepared, and… maybe, if it does happen, try to look on the bright side. That we could always trying again.”
The room spun around me. Even just thinking about the possibility of this pregnancy failing made me feel detached, like I was struggling to keep my head above water. “Try again? You make it sound so easy. Like we’re talking about attempting to bake a cake again because the first one didn’t rise.”
“Nina, that’s not what I meant. I just don’t want you to feel like this is your only chance.” I felt tears stinging the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “But what if it is?” I murmured, looking away. “What if I’m doomed to lose this child, and I can’t have another?”
“Nina, listen,” he said, moving closer to me on the bed. “I think you’re tired, and you’re scared, and you’re angry. But nothing is set in stone yet, okay?
You just need to be open to the possibilities, that’s all.”
“Easy for you to say,” I muttered, brushing away a tear that had managed to escape.
He reached out to cup my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Nina, do you remember our vows?
For better or worse, in sickness and in health? This is our ‘worse,’ our ‘sickness.’ And I meant every word when I said I’d stand by you.”
His words broke something inside me, and the tears I’d been holding back flowed freely down my cheeks. “I’m scared, Enzo. I never thought I would be saying this, but dammit, I don’t want to lose this baby.”
“I know,” he whispered, pulling me into a tight embrace. “And I’m scared too. But we’re in this together, and we’ll face whatever comes our way. I promise you, Nina, I’ll be right here.”
“But what if ‘here’ isn’t enough? What if love alone isn’t enough to save our child?”
He sighed deeply, his arms tightening around me. ”
Then we’ll mourn, and we’ll heal, and we’ll try again when we’re ready. But no matter what, we’ll always have each other, and that’s more than many people ever get.”
I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his through a veil of tears. “I love you, Enzo. And I want to believe that that’s enough. But right now, I can’t think about this anymore.”
“I understand,” he whispered, pressing his lips softly to my forehead.
Turning off the bedside lamp, we settled into bed.
As Enzo held me close, his heartbeat softly thudding against my ear, I let my tears fall one last time before succumbing to the embrace of sleep.