All Chapters of Too Young To Want Him: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Marcus had left her to herself to rest, and though his words still hung in the air, Ava could not rest in them yet because her mind could think too many things, too many fears, too many memories about all the things that had not gone right before. She was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling, her hand was loosely lying on her stomach, and perhaps she was trying to remind herself of what was most important at present.Why is all this so complicated, she said to herself.She shut her eyes, but in place of calm, she was flooded with memories of the pain, the misunderstanding, the betrayal, the loneliness that she had experienced when she most needed Marcus, and although he was changing, although he was trying now, she was still afraid that everything in history could recur.

Ava was bending her loose sweater and standing outside the prenatal class room, her hand was resting lightly on her stomach, and she was staring at the door as though it was something she could still back out of. She had put it off for several days, making excuses that she was too tired or not prepared, but the doctor had insisted, and even Riley had urged her.You can never get away with everything, Riley had said to her earlier that morning.Ava sighed softly.Yes, I know, she said to herself.Nevertheless, her legs were aching as she slowly opened the door and stepped in.

Marcus ran into the hospital room and his breath came out a little unevenly as his eyes fell instantly on Ava, pale and quiet, and machines beeping softly over her, and he stood there a moment, as though he were too scared to move any nearer. Ava said soothingly.“Ava…” he called softly.Ava looked slowly around as she heard his voice, and when his face looked up toward her, even the weariness in her face seemed to soften.“You came,” she said, and I sighed.Marcus drew near, without hesitation.“Naturally, I came

The doctor went over her chart again and again, but she couldn't talk because she was afraid; she wanted to go home, she was afraid not to go home.The doctor looked at her and said, "For the time being, you are stable. “So that we can wash you off.”Ava blinked.“Discharge?” she repeated.“Yes,” he said. “However, if there are certain circumstances.”Standing next to her, Marcus moved closer.“What sort of conditions?&rdq

The nurse stood by the bed, patiently and firmly urging Ava to breathe deeply and slowly. The nurse monitored Ava's breathing, urging her to take slow and deep breaths as another surge of pain rolled through her body.“Can't, it hurts too much,” Ava cried, tears running down her face, shaking her head.The doctor tried to console her, saying, “You're doing well.” “Try to concentrate only on breathing.”Ava wanted to hear, but the pain came and went in waves, leaving her with little relief.“Marcus…?” she whispered weakly.