DWEO : Zhanyi MPREG

79. Wait for the Morning

Yibo POV

After putting a happy Lucy to bed I reluctantly walked back to the master bedroom, afraid of finding him there. But also afraid of not finding him there, what was the implication of either scenario? Did I need to be hospitalized or did Zhan miraculously come back?

I walked in and closed the door behind me, the room was empty then I glanced towards the open balcony door. I didn't remember going in there. I went into it, it was darker with the lights off, and I put my hands on the railing. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath as the night breeze washed over me.

"I swear you get more beautiful each day." I faintly screamed turning around and Zhan stood up from the chair on the corner.

"I'm sorry I keep startling you." He said, walking towards me; with every step he took towards me, I took one back, until the balcony no longer allowed. He stopped. "Yibo, it is me." he said and I shook my head

"It can't be." I whispered, "You died, I buried you." I added my voice breaking.

"I'm sorry about everything, little one." He said sadness deep in his eyes and voice. I bit back my tears "No, I'm the one who's sorry." I said looking into the night "I'm sorry that I had to spend all this time thinking I'd lost you forever. I'm sorry that our kids had to come to terms with the fact that their Daddy is never coming back."

I turned my gaze back to him "What are you sorry for huh?"

He paused watching me then he reached out and I backed away "Please don't touch me." I whispered helplessly.

"Why...?" he asked in a tortured voice. "Because...it hurts." I said, my tears coming down my face, remembering the many times he touched me and kissed me in my dreams. Only to realize that exactly what they were, dreams. 

 "It hurts so bad Zhanzhan. Do you know how many nights I spent just wishing I could feel your touch one more time." I added. I dropped my gaze "God why am I not waking up?" I moaned; I was just about sure this same situation. My mind was back to its old tricks only this time it was playing the cruelest one. 

The prospect of Zhan being alive against all odds was exactly what I needed, and when I woke up and realized it was just a dream it would be like a dagger to my heart.

"No Yibo, you're not dreaming love. You're awake." He said holding out his hand "Touch me, I'm really here with you." He added; I looked at him intently, like if I blinked he'd disappear again.

Very slowly I raised my own hand and gasped as I placed it in his, felt the familiar electric surge we got whenever we touched. I got closer, moving my hand up to his muscular arm; he was right I couldn't possibly be dreaming this.

"You're here." I whispered, my hand moving to his shoulder and neck "You're alive." I said smiling as fresh tears came down my face. "Yes, I'm here, I'm alive." He said smiling too and my knees couldn't support me anymore. He caught me in a bear hug and I wrapped and arms and legs around him. 

I buried my face in his neck, weeping and for once some of the tears were of joy, Zhan was alive...my Zhan was alive. He sat back on the chair with me in his arms, cradling me to him as I silently cried like I never had before. Shedding all the tears I've kept bottled up inside me for the past year and a half. 

He tenderly stroked my hair, my cheek, arms, back, whispering sweet and comforting words. We stayed in our embrace even when I stopped crying, I didn't even want to spoil it with words and questions. I didn't care about anything else but that moment. 

After what seemed to me like an eternity without him, he was here holding me, that's all that mattered. His body still felt as hard and warm as I remembered, his scent still as potent and intoxicating. I fought the sleepiness; I didn't want to close my eyes, fearing that he'd poof into thin air. I wanted to savor being in his arms forever.