I was sitting on the chair next to Lotus's bed as she lay there sleeping off the heavy doses of medication that they had pumped into her body after surgery. I had never felt so useless and terrified in my life. The thoughts that kept running in my head were horrifying, only if I had moved quicker then maybe she would be awake right now annoying the crap out of me, but instead, she was here on this bed bandaged and being helped by a ventilator in order to breathe and it's all my fault. Holding onto her hand I looked at her and brought my hand to touch her curls, the curls I love twirling my finger around when we lay in bed talking about anything and everything. It's really easy to talk to her, but with her sleeping it's difficult and I just want to hear her voice, even if it's just to curse me out. I tried squeezing her hand thinking she will respond and squeeze mine back but she doesn't, her cold fingers touch mine in an embrace I'm forcing, trying to warm them up I rub our hands t

After months of having to attend therapy sessions, eleven torturous months of sitting in front of Dr Meyer and telling her all about my problems and how I feel, it has been absolute hell and I am very happy that this is my last session with her. At first, I never opened up about anything and would always fire back her questions to her, for example, she would ask me 'how do you feel about that?' and I would answer her with a 'how do you think I feel about that?' I know she is here to help me get over my guilt and try to understand my emotions a bit better but come on, even you have to admit that some of the questions are a bit retarded. "So Lotus, how do you feel about this being our last session together?" "Uh, am I supposed to feel some type of way?" I asked her, does she want me to be sad and weeping that I won't be seeing her anymore and I won't have to answer questions and have her prove a point to me that would bug me out for a whole week until I see her. "It's all up to you

Antonio stood at the altar waiting for his bride to be, officially and right this time to come out. He too couldn't believe that the day had finally arrived and they were both ready to settle down so quickly together and yet surprisingly they were both more than ready for this change. It wasn't really a change considering that they had been living together for a long time and they had already been technically married just without Lotus knowing but now they had to do it in front of everyone this time and with her clear knowledge that it was happening. Antonio stood staring ahead at the door Lotus was supposed to come out of, which she hadn't yet and it made him feel nervous and panicky, that's why he had sent Charlie to go get her and Tiffany. They weren't late per se, but he just wanted to see her and hold her. He heard a noise that sounded like cheering on and he wondered what it was all about, the doors bursting open and causing everyone to look at them, out came Charlie and Tiff

"Good morning Mrs Rossi," a voice whispered in my ear and I pushed his face away from me, mumbling a pained no. "Come on, it's time to wake up." "But I don't want to, leave me alone please," I turned my body away from him and the idiot seemed to follow me. Sticking his wet finger into my ear I jumped out of the bed and looked at him horrified. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I shouted at him and he laughed looking at me. "Come on, you promised to watch them today," he said walking over to me with his arms open for me, walking right into the hug I wrapped my arms around his waist and his hands touched the edge of his shirt before grabbing my ass. "They're not kids Ant, they will be just fine," I mumbled sleepily against his chest and he moved my hands from his waist wrapping them around his neck, picking me up as he walked us into the bathroom. "A promise is a promise Fiore," he said, sitting me down on the countertop as he opened the shower for me. "But there's always next ti