Can love conquer all?

I had asked this question a million times from myself and the answer has always been the same. Yes, it can.

Love that can make you weak can also turn you into a strong being. That is what had happened with me. Aaron's love for me had been the one that mad e me stronger while my love for myself and the world had done nothing but just made me feel as if I was weak.

Alone I might have taken the revenge that I had wanted too. I was content with it because I had done what I wanted. It didn't matter to me with what had happened afterwards and even when I had come to know that Serena and Nathanial did got married. My parents were still the same and even that didn't matter. It didn't because I had already had what I wanted which was being loved.

We had been each other's anchor and it didn't matter what we had gone through. All that mattered was the present.

The present where I had woken up from a bad dream but calmed down when I saw Aaron sleeping beside me soundly.

It was five in the morning and I was sitting in my bed thinking all about this.

This was not a daily occurrence but a rare one. Today it started from the dream in which Serena had showed up. She was alone and smiling at me. I was taken back by it but then I saw my parents behind her, and then came Erik. Nathaniel stood nearby but he didn't look happy and then something appeared in her arms. Aaron was standing beside me.

It was when the crying hit my ears, I understood it was a baby.

"You will never be the first." She had said looking at me. It was then when I saw that I was bleeding. There was a whole in my stomach. I looked towards her and saw her hands covered with blood. Even the baby was covered in blood. A different kind of emotion pulled into me and I saw everyone disappear leaving behind only Serena and the baby. Turning left and right I saw that Aaron too had disappeared.

The crying increased and I saw her holding the child by it's neck. I screamed at her and I knew that child was mine.

"You really think I could have let you any happiness?" She laughed.

"I will always snatch it away from you. Just like I did now." Her hands grew tighter around the small baby's neck. I had tried to reach but I couldn't. It was as if I was stuck where I was. I saw her dropping the child and I knew I had made the run. I was able to catch it but then when I looked at it, there was nothing but ashes. Her laughter echoing in my ears in the dream and I was crying. Alone and Scared. I had no one. It felt like I was being ripped away. I felt hands on my neck and someone strangling me.

"He will always be mine," She had whispered as she strangled me harder.

That was when I had woken up panting. I had looked at Aaron and made myself understand that it was nothing but a dream. It was a dream and nothing else. A nightmare because I was once again worrying.

Aaron would have wanted me to wake him up but I didn't want to so I tried to not move too much before sitting down on the bed quietly. Staring at his face I could see the innocence over his face. It looked like if he was a baby.

BABY.

It's what that has me worried. My hand went to my lower abdomen feeling the life inside of me. Two months ago, we had gone for the IVF treatment. Six weeks ago we both had received the good news that I had conceived.

I had seen the happiness in Aaron's eyes. The way those eyes has lit up when I had told him that it had worked this time. I could feel that happiness in the way he had lifted me and twirled me around. I could feel that in his smile, kisses and touch. As if it was in the air around us. It felt as if we were complete because I was back and happy.

After so many unsuccessful attempts we have been able to reach here. I had been to able to reach here just because of him. Those endless nights of crying when I had been frustrated slipping into depression of not being able to conceive and the news of being detected with polycystic ovaries syndrome had took a strain over me. If it wasn't for him, I don't think we would even had something left. He had consoled me, told me again and again that every thing was going to be fine. Our time will come and even if it didn't, we could go for surrogacy or even adopt. He had told me we had endless options and there was nothing to worry about but I wanted to experience motherhood too, to get that chance once again.

He did everything he could and I was thankful for all of it. Aaron was stronger than I could think off. When I was falling, he was he one holding me up and keeping me a float. Now as I think of it, I felt ashamed of the fact that I had let him the whole burden of saving us. He was right when he had said that we will get there but how could I tell him that the problem was there in my mind and body.

I hadn't told him about PCOS because I was afraid what he would think then but more than that I just wanted a baby to complete this little family of mine. I was twenty-eight and I wanted the house to be filled with the voices of a young one. He had been angry at me for not telling him about the diagnosis because to him it felt like I didn't trust him enough. I was ashamed of that too.

Marriage is not easy. People might think that after a life with Erik I might know what marriage was and how much it needed but it wasn't. What I had now was real marriage and love that never stopped. We had ups and down. We were not perfect. He was sometimes late and lost in work. I was sometimes burning food. He hated the way I left my things here and there. I hated when he would show up late for our weekly dates. He tolerated me being messy and I didn't like all the things clean all the time.In the beginning he hated when I would go on my own and get lost somewhere in LA. I disliked when he would bring office to home.

But I loved it when he ate the food, I cooked even though it had too much salt. He still loved me when I would wait for him. I loved when he would end up cleaning the house before coming to the bed. He loved it when I would kiss him in the middle of the street out of nowhere. I loved it when he would tell me 'I love you' everyday before going to office. I respected him when he made me choose a secretary for him because he never wanted me to have any doubts in him.

Above everything we weren't perfect but we both loved each other.

Lately I had been praying to god everyday not because of the baby but being thankful that I have someone like Aaron. My hand went to his forehead playing with those hairs lightly. I loved him too much and I didn't want to think about a life without him in it.

He was my everything.

My God.

My strength.

My lover.

My soul.

And my weakness too.

Beyond that it was the love that could conquer all.

I smiled thinking it as my fingers played with those hair.

"I like when you do that." I heard his sleepy voice saying that as he moved himself closer to me. Putting his head on my thighs he looked at me. A gentle smile on those lips as my fingers as I stop.

I could never get tired of seeing this smile and face. He was imprinted in my soul and mind.

"And I really love it when I see you smiling like that." He said before he sat up beside me in bed giving me a peck on the lips.

"Are you feeling alright?" I could see the worry in those eyes and my heart fluttered seeing how much he thought about me.

"Yeah, just woke up a while ago." I told him as my hand moved towards his cheek. Caressing his cheek, I saw his eyes flutter for a second before he smiled. I moved towards him until I was straddling him with my hands behind his neck. Staring into his eyes all I could see was happiness and love.

Four years of marriage and it still felt like we were married yesterday. His love reminded me that.

His hands pulled me closer until I could feel his breath fanning my cheek.

"Thank you." He was surprised by my words.

"What for?" he asked as his hand rubbed my back absentmindedly.

"For loving me this much." I told making him stare at me. It was after a brief moment I saw the glistening of his eyes and he smiled.

"You silly woman," he teased before he had me laying down on my back carefully. Hovering over me as my legs held onto him.

"If you didn't love me with your everything, I wouldn't have loved you this much. You my dear should be thanked for loving and keeping up with me." He kissed both my cheeks as he said this.

"And even for this little one. Thank you so much for never giving up on me and us." A hand placed lightly where mine was a while ago over my stomach. I wanted to fight him over this tell him that it was all because of him but I didn't.

Over the years I have understood when it comes to fighting with Aaron over anything I would lose. He would never give up on me. Even at my worst and my best he had been the one who would be always be there for me.

"I'm glad you woke up early." He told as his lips placed over mine. Kissing me lightly while gently nibbling on my lips his hand roamed everywhere.

"Why?" I asked breaking the kiss my breath coming out heavy.

"I'm going to be gone for next three days." His lips trailed down small kisses over my jaw and neck. I laughed at this. Him going on business trips was normal. But this was the first time since we had come to know of the good news.

"So, I would like to make sure that you and I both feel loved enough for next three days." He teased as his lips went in for another kiss and we were lost in our each other.

Our bodies burning together in the love that was eternal.

A love that I could never let go off.

A man I could never stop loving.

Even in my death,

And even after it.

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Fingers Crossed.

I hope you liked it.

I won't lie I have written this chapter twice.

I had self-doubts and yeah I felt like I could do more better.

So yeah I need re-assurance that I was doing right.

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SERILDA IS PREGNANT !! AND IT HAS BEEN FOUR YEARS OF MARRIAGE AND THEY LIVE IN LOS ANGELES NOW.