Lucas handed me a glass of water while I try to get over from the dream that I had. I had my hand in my hands while I look down and try to cope up from the tears I just exploded earlier. Those voices really sounds real and it really shocks me to think that it is just my imagination while I was sleeping.

When I see him handing me the water, my eyes went up to greet his to see what expression he has right now.

I grab the glass and finished it in just three gulps before placing it down on the table. "I'm so sorry about it." my voice was hoarse and I do not know what to say afterwards.

Lucas pulls himself a chair as he faces me, probably waiting for the right time to ask the big question because he looks so lost right now. I thought he was going to deman an answer immediately but I was surprised when he pulls my hand and took it in his lap and made me turn to him.

Our eyes met and I clearly read the puzzled look in them.

Well, it's now or never.

"We had a son, Lucas. We had a child."

And at that moment when it finally came out, Lucas's face was filled with sadness and longing, somehow he might have guessed the reason why our little boy is not here with us. The way his head drops, his elbows leaning on his knees while he is facing down, hiding his face from me.

Wait, is he crying?

"What happened to him?" he asked, still not raising his head but I can sense the breakdown in his voice.

I gulped and pull all of my guts to not shed a tear but looking at him right now, he looks like in so much pain and loss. My lips shakes at the thought but I have to answer all of his questions.

"He died, Lucas. He just lived a few days and then he was gone." I replied, gripping his hand tighter because he still hasn't let it go. "I gave birth to him while I was in Paris at November 26."

Then his head shot up and his eyes are bloody red but still not crying.

"Yes, you both had the same birthday." I continued what he was going to say with a sad smile. "He looks so much like you, Lucas. He looks just like you." that's when I started really crying, as all the memories flashes back into my mind.

That moment when Ezekiel smiles at me at the day he was born, I knew at that point that he looks just like his daddy. And I was so happy. My joy when I had him was better than any accomplishments that I had.

"But he had a very weak lungs and he couldn't even handle to stay a few hours without a help of an oxygen attached to his nose. But then one morning, he just stopped breathing." I replied, wiping my tears.

Lucas's eyes soften seeing me like this, he even leaned closer and leaned his forehead on mine.

He's not even angry that I didn't tell him about my pregnancy.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there beside you when it happened, Talia. I'm very sorry." He cried, clenching his eyes closed. "It's all my fault. Everything, it is me to blame."

I shake my head and cups his cheek with one hand. "No, do not blame yourself, Lucas. These are none of your fault because it is mine. I didnt take care of myself well while I was pregnant. Everything is really my fault."

Lucas pulls away and kissed my hand tenderly before opening his eyes to meet mine. "Is he the one in your painting?"

I nodded, the painting that he wanted to buy at the gallery. "I painted that moment when I held him in my arms and promised to love him more forever." More tears are escaping my eyes and I am terrible at this state. I tend to really cry like a baby. "And he is very adorable, Lucas. He is so precious and so wonderful."

"I know." Lucas sooths me while dropping small kisses around my face. "Our son must be the cutest toddler in the whole world." he played along and it made me laugh a little. "I wish I could have seen him just once. Tell him everything that I wanted to say and kissed him with so much love."

I smiled at the thought. What if we just became a simple family that I always dreamed for?

"Where is he buried?" Lucas asked.

"In Paris." I replied.

"I will visit him there with you after our vacation. I want to visit our son." He declared with diction and no more roon for change of plans. He is sure about this. "I will live a peaceful life with you, Talia. From now on, I will live my life with you even if I have to move to Paris."

Whoa, isn't he moving too fast now? "Wait, you don't have to stay there in Paris. You have your life here."

"You are my life, Talia." Lucas murmured, his eyes solemn. "Not that we are together, I will never let you go. I lost you once and I will never let that happen again."

My mouth agape as my heart starts to flutter. Is this for real? "But what about your work here? Lucas, you have an amazing job here and you can't just give it all up! You worked hard for that!"

"You think I worked hard just for myself? I did that so I can level myself to you. So I can finally be worthy of you!"

My heart beats quicken at the revelations I'm hearing. No, these are not all of it yet. I know there is more behind his sucess that he cannot confess. But I know deeply just reading his eyes, that he is the only one for me.

"Baby, you have always been worthy. The world is just too stupid that they cannot accept that." I smiled and kissed him on his lips and let myself be buried on his neck while we are sitting down.

"Yes, they are too stupid that they cannot see how unmeasurable my love is. Overflowing." He murmured before wrapping his arms tightly around me, squeezing me in the process while using one hand to mess up my hair.

Inhaling his scent is enough to calm all my nerves. He is very sweet an and who knows, this time there will no more hindrances in our life.

Hopefully...

"How about we go back to sleep?" Lucas suggested.

I nod my head and pulled away a little, and smiled cheekily. His arms weren't untied from the hug. He pinched my nose before lifting me up in his arms and carried me to bed.

We were both lying but neither of us are sleeping. Facing each other as we lie here, he held my hand and kissed my fingers before placing them down on his chest, making me feel his strong heartbeat. His eyes were closed but I know he is not asleep.

"I wish I could have been there when Ezekiel was born." Lucas whispered. "I bet he is handsome because he looks just like his daddy."

I chuckled and pinched his side, playfully. "I'm sor–"

He cuts me off immediately by pulling me by the hand and hugs me tughtly. What is it in this day that it is full of hugs?

I snuggled to his chest and let him inhale my scent. "Don't apologize, baby. I understand why you didn't tell me about him. I know and I am not blaming you."

Oh Lord, why is this man so sweet and so understanding? Is must be a sin to be this happy and to have a man like him by my side.

He might be ready to give up everything for me but I don't think it is fair. If he starts to live with me in Paris, he might start all over and ready himself for the culture difference we had there. But I'm also afraid to lose him now that we are together again.

I'm scared that after this week, reality comes back hitting us right on the head.

The next day, we spend the day just hanging out at the beach in each other's arms. We swam, ate ice cream, drove a gold cart around the area just to visit any small spots. Then every sunset, we would cuddle and hang out at the beach while watching the set to set down.

I lie between his legs while leaning my weight on his chest and his arms were wrapped around me. We were just sitting here and before we knew it, hours already passed.

"Hey Lucas..." I murmured after a few minutes of silence.

"Hmmm?"

"How did you became an architect? I mean, what happened to you after I left?" I asked, breaking from his arms but still remained between him and turn my body slightly to face him.

Lucas sigh and let out a weak smile. "I didn't know where I'm going to start when you left me. I was so lost. When you left the hotel while I beg the security to see you, they took me into a dark alley and tortured me there."

My eyes widen in shock. I have no idea that did that to him. He suffered too much because of me and I cannot help but blame myself for it. It has been really my fault from the very start.

I don't know but I suddenly get teary hearing that. I thought if I go with Dad’s wishes he will stop bothering Lucas and his friends but I was wrong. Dad was never fair and he will keep on making other people feel miserable for choosing that path. And Lucas is just one of the person that he ruined, I know there are many more out there that didn't go with the things he like.

"Then what happened after that?" I hiccup.

Lucas raises his hand to push some strands of my hair behind my hair and eyed me with so much earnest. "My injuries were severe. Broken leg, an arm, and fingers. They didn't stop when my face bleeds, and they didn't even stop when I started
coughing blood. They only stopped when someone came to rescue me."

Hearing these things is tearing my heart and I couldn't imagine how painful he has been through because of me. It is killing me to picture the scenes inside my head.

"Who came to rescue you?"

"Someone must have heard my screams and they called for some help. I passed out as soon as I hear their voices then, I woke up already in a hospital." He shared, recalling everything that happened. "Silvia and his father was there and they were the one who paid for all of the bills."

So he owes something to that family. I just can't really believe on what he has been through. Damn, I am should be the one blaming for this.

Lucas must have read my mind and he playfully pinched my cheeks hard causing me to flinch and whine.

"Hey!" I cried, rubbing the cheek he touched.

"Stop pouting, these are none of your fault so don't blame yourself. I was the one who went crazy in the first place so technically, it's my fault." Lucas stated calmy, shifting so he can stand up and fixed himself.

I also stood up and he placed his one arm around my shoulder while the other one is in his pockets. We didn't walk towards our crib but instead he is taking the lead to stroll around the beach under the orange sky.

"But you suffered too much because of me, Lucas. Who knows what could have happened if no one comes to rescue you? They probably killed you and dumped your body in a river or something." I murmured.

Lucas laughed husky, causing for his body to vibrate. "Nah, I don't care as long as I have you in the end. That's all that matters to me." How can he still laugh and smile like this after everything that my father has done to him. It is unforgivable and to think that he can still love me. After through all of those suffering, he can still manage to look into my eyes and tell me those sweet words.

Now, who am I to complain?

"So, I guess that is the reason why you became attached with Silvia?" I asked.

Lucas's face fell as his eyes dimmed. "Silvia...that woman has more dirt in his hands that you know."

My eyebrows touched in confusion. "What?"

He smirked and shakes his head mischievously. "Where is the thrill if I tell everything at once? You just have to wait until this vacation is over and I will tell you everything. I promise."

"What is that, some kind of top secret?" I groaned, rolling my eyes in the process.

He just shrugged his shoulders and kissed the tip of my nose. But my thoughts has been clouded about Silvia. This man knows a lot of secrets that my family knew that they are hiding from me ever since. I know there is a reason why Dad is just too angry with Lucas, why he and Mom aren't together anymore or something. I'm sure there is a lot going on that I do not know and I will find that out soon.

Vacation isn't that bad. I might say that this is the most worth it because I got to spend time with Lucas and I got to tell him about our son. He deserves so much more and I'm glad at what he accomplished. It is just, I hope now is the time for us.

To be continued...