Rescued Me Chapter 22
Rescued Me Novel – Chapter 22 “You’re hovering.” Cole froze, his hands gripping the edge of the kitchen counter. He had been pacing for the past ten minutes, sneaking glances at me every few seconds as if I were made of glass. “I’m not hovering,” he said, even though he absolutely was. I raised an eyebrow, resting a hand on my growing belly. “Cole, you just made me sit down twice even though I was fine standing.” “You should be sitting,” he argued. “You’re pregnant, Evelyne. You need rest. You need-” “I need my husband to stop acting like I’m going to break,” I interrupted, biting back a smile. He sighed dramatically. “I can’t help it. You’re carrying our baby. That’s a big deal!“ I rolled my eyes playfully. “It’s a big deal, but I still have two legs that work just fine, Cole.” Before he could argue, my mother walked into the room, arms crossed and a knowing smirk on her lips. “Cole, sweetheart, why don’t you let me take over for a while?” Cole hesitated. “But-” “No buts,” she cut him off. “Evelyne is my daughter, and I survived taking care of her through her rebellious teenage years. think I can handle her pregnancy, too.” I laughed as Cole groaned, rubbing a hand down his face.” “Fine,” he muttered. “But I’m still keeping an eye on her.” Course you are,” my mother said, amused. I just shook my head, feeling warmth spread through my chest. I had spent so much of my life alone, feeling like I had no one to rely on. But now, I had a husband who adored me and a mother who was making up for lost time. And strangely enough, I had Julienne, too. Taking care of Julienne while dealing with my own pregnancy was not easy. There were moments when I felt resentment creeping in, but I always pushed it away.” We were healing. Slowly, but surely. Julienne was no longer the manipulative sister who had tried to ruin me. She was quieter now, humbled by everything life had thrown at her, One afternoon, as I was helping her sort through baby clothes, she spoke hesitantly. “You don’t have to keep helping me, you know.” I looked up from where I was folding a tiny onesie. “I want to help you, Julienne.” She bit her lip, fiddling with the fabric in her hands. “I just. I know I don’t deserve this. You taking care of me after everything I did.“} I exhaled, placing a hand over hers. “We can’t change the past. But we can do better moving forward.” She looked at me, tears brimming in her eyes. “Do you think we’ll ever be close again?“ I thought about it. It would take time. Trust wasn’t something that could be rebuilt overnight, But at that moment, I saw the sister I had once loved. The sister who had played dress–up with me, who had whispered secrets to me late at night. So I squeezed her hand and gave her the only answer I could. “We’ll get there.“ She nodded, wiping at her eyes with a shaky laugh. “Thank you, Evelyne. For everything.” And for the first time in years, I believed we were truly moving forward. Pregnancy was… an experience. Some days were filled with excitement–feeling the baby kick for the first time, shopping for tiny clothes, planning the nursery. Other days? I wanted to throw Cole out of the house. “Did you just hide the coffee from me?” I glared at him from across the room. Cole crossed his arms, completely unbothered. “Yes.” […]