Chapter 7 - Elena Wakes Up To A New Reality
When Elena opened her eyes twelve hours later, the afternoon sun was filtering softly through the blinds of her private room.
The sharp smell of antiseptic filled her nose, and the dull, aching pain in her abdomen reminded her of everything that had happened.
She panicked instantly, her hands flying to her stomach, finding it flat and wrapped tightly in surgical bandages.
“My baby... where is my baby?” Elena gasped out, trying to sit up, her heart rate monitor beeping wildly.
“Shh, tesoro, relax. She’s right here,” a warm, steady voice spoke from the corner of the room.
Elena turned her head to see Enzo standing beside a plastic hospital crib, holding a small pink bundle in his massive arms.
He looked exhausted—his shirt was fresh, but the dark circles under his eyes told her he hadn't slept a single second.
He walked over to her bedside and carefully laid the tiny baby into Elena’s open, trembling arms.
Elena burst into tears, clutching her newborn daughter against her chest, inhaling the sweet, pure scent of her skin.
“She’s healthy, Elena,” Enzo said softly, sitting on the edge of the mattress and taking Elena’s hand in his.
“Four pounds, eight ounces. Dr. Mercer says she’s a fighter, just like her mother.”
Elena looked up at Enzo, her green eyes searching his face for the darkness she had run away from six months ago.
“Lorenzo... Moretti... he knows about her,” Elena whispered nervously. “He tried to take the flash drive...”
“Moretti will never hurt anyone again,” Enzo interrupted gently, his thumb smoothing over her knuckles.
“I took care of it, Elena. Permanently.”
Elena closed her eyes, letting out a long, shuddering breath as she leaned her head against Enzo’s shoulder.
“I was so scared, Enzo. I thought I was going to lose her in that rain.”
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“You’re safe now,” Enzo promised, his voice firm as steel. “Both of you are coming home with me today.”
“I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”
