Please do not leave me

 

Nayla had come to the hospital running down the aisles, watching everything in slow motion, her face tearful. I was so afraid of losing Esteban right now that they were so well. After begging the doctor to let her see him, in the face of despair he had no choice but to authorize a brief visit, not least because he had seen him calling for his girlfriend all the time before going into coma in the middle of surgery to contain an internal hemorrhage, she cried out for her presence, repeating her name several times, so desperately that Dr. Jorge, the general practitioner, moved.

When she entered the room, she was immensely worried about the state that Stephen was in lying in a bed, connected to more than twelve devices that kept him alive, his face full of bruises, unrecognizable. The hair is now cut short, all crooked, cruelly. A cut the scene from anyone's heart, but he was not alone, the window was ajar with the raven resting on it in readiness, watching him. When he saw it, Nay shook his head, showing that he was there and flew away, leaving them alone.

- Hi love! -She sat down beside the bed, smoothing his face carefully, avoiding the bruised part.

Stephen's breathing was weak, a worrying state. At that moment Nayla realized how much she loved him and that it would be impossible to go on living without him. Most people have always been afraid of Salvatore's exotic appearance; she loved him for the same reason. He knew he was unique, made especially to be his.

Nay's tears spilled over the white sheet as she bent down to touch his lips with hers, full of love and hope. Eyes closed, he remembered how their first night of love had been, how perfect it had been. First, they went out for a romantic dinner. She had a friend who owned a famous restaurant, who closed the place for one day only to welcome the couple in love with everything they were entitled to. When he had finished they went to Stephen's house in the country? The two entered hand in hand, his sweat was non-stop, he was nervous.

-What if I do not know what to do, Nayla? - Stephen's gaze was uncertain, timid. They were in the bedroom, standing to face each other.

- I'll teach you! - She held both his hands, her head held high in the back of his beloved eyes, which were as black as night.

Nayla approached him and helped him take off his shirt he closed his eyes when he felt a hot kiss on his big, pale chest. And he opened his eyes to see her smiling beautifully at that moment he was sure that this would be the best night of his life.

- I love you, Nayla! - It was the first time Stephen had said this to anyone.

Not even Bobbi had said it, but he always showed he could, every day. In his way of course, this statement even took the Englishman by surprise, how can he, without feelings love someone? But it happened, in fact, since she was sixteen and had seen the new girl from school come into her room, a pretty black woman who liked to use hair flowers. Full of brightness and colors, loving and extroverted, all that was lacking in him, that is, Nayla completed it.

-No more than I, I loved you the second I saw you for the first time.

 Estevão kissed her, trying to fight the nervousness. After the kiss, Nayla reached for the handle of the white silk sweater and pushed it down, she did the same with the other and the piece fell to the hips.

- Oh my God!

Stephen stood motionless, watching over the candlelight his beloved walk to the bed and sit on it directly in front of her, naked for him. She was beautiful and delicate as a blooming flower. So confident and confident she did.

-Come here, my dear. - With her forefinger, the stylist called him, with malice in his eyes.

He came closer, until he raised himself above her, searching her eyes, as he saw his hands to the button of his pants, opening it.

-It's like this... anyway? - Estevão asked, startled, watching his hard, stone member pointing upward, seeming to have a life of its own. She had become aroused at other times near her, but she never got to be that way.

- It could not be better. -Nayla laid a kiss on the tip, which, unlike the rest of her body, was a pinkish color, alive. And, live boot on that. It had a size considerably large, thick with veins exploding in its length.

- I love you! - He repeated, it was so intense that he had to repeat it several times.

- Lay in bed. -Nay asked, and he obeyed, staring at the ceiling a little uneasily.

She stood over him leaning with one arm on either side of Stephen's body to speak looking into his eyes.

-Usually, men like to stay on top, but since they do not have much experience, I'll be in charge today, - he explained, and he just nodded in silence.

-I'm ready to be loved by you! - Esteva's cheeks for the first time were actually stained, in a strong red hue, turning his face to the side with shame.

- Already. - He kissed her mouth, hot and fervent. Nayla kissed him until they had to walk away, out of breath and met Stephen's gaze, two sparkling blue spheres opened, dilated. She could see in his face how much he wanted her, just as she wanted him. And they kept their eyes fixed on each other all the time they did not stray even for a second.

- I love you! -He said again, he had to say.

Their fingers were attached to the pillow, sharing the same grip, Estevão even though more confident now still trembled.

-I love you, too, honey, more than anything!

 A long strand of Stephen's hair was over his face, capturing the sight of the beauty Nayla could only see in him. She pushed it behind her ear and touched her lips for a few seconds. Because they took contraceptives and trusted one another, they did not use condoms. They came to the end in a hug, as if they were one. The Englishman was all sweaty and with his hair scattered all over the bed, as if a hurricane had passed through him, a hurricane named Nayla Rodrigues.

- Was good? - Stephen closed and opened his eyes slowly to taste the sweet sound of her voice, his love...

- I have no words to describe! Can we do it again? - But this time I'm on top, I've learned enough. In a quick spin, I was on top of her, wanting more. Since then they have not stopped, making love had become a hobby for them.

-You can´t leave me, Stephen, not now! - She leaned over the hospital bed, her mouth near his ear, she whispered. - I'm Pregnant.

 Then she felt his hand squeezing hers lightly as if to say, -I'm not going anywhere.