Married To The Billionaire Alpha King-Chapter 99 - for everything

99

~Elara’s POV

David excused himself and returned a few minutes later, this time with a few maids carrying a small collection of my things, food, clothes, and a few personal items. He moved silently, bowing respectfully to Darlon and me as he set everything down neatly by the side of the bed.

"Everything the Luna needs," David said calmly, his voice steady but with that same weight of respect that always made me feel safe. Then, turning to Janae, who had stayed near me, he bowed again. "We will be leaving now, Luna," he said politely. "Alpha Darlon, we shall take our leave."

Darlon nodded slightly, his eyes soft but his posture firm. "Thank you," he said, his voice low and controlled.

I reached out, my hand brushing Janae’s. "Come back soon," I said, smiling weakly but sincerely. "Visit me, okay? Don’t wait for me to get better, I want to see you."

Janae grinned through her tears, nodding quickly. "I promise," she said. Then she and David left, the doors clicking softly behind them.

When the room finally felt like it was just Darlon and me, the silence gently wrapped around us. Not the heavy silence of grief or fear, but the kind that feels safe, like nothing bad can reach you for a moment. He looked at me with that rare, faint smile, the one that always made my heart flutter. His hand was still over mine, warm and steady, like an anchor.

"We should consider what Janae said," he said softly, leaning closer, his voice low and careful. "About children, I mean."

My face heated up instantly. I felt shy in a way I had not felt in a very long time. I turned my face and rested it lightly against his shoulder, hiding my smile. "You are... naughty," I whispered, a small laugh slipping out before I could stop it.

He chuckled, the sound deep and gentle, and reached up to brush a loose strand of damp hair behind my ear. His touch was slow, almost careful, like he was still afraid I might disappear if he moved too fast. "I want twins," he said with quiet confidence, his eyes shining with something playful and hopeful. "Two girls. Two little girls that look like you because, let’s be honest, you are way prettier than me."

I laughed, the sound surprising even me. It felt lighter than anything I had felt in ages, like a weight had finally lifted from my chest. I pulled back just enough to look at him properly. "They should look like you, too," I said, nudging his side gently with my elbow. "You are handsome. Way too handsome for me to take all the beauty."

He smiled wider at that, a real smile this time, the kind that reached his eyes. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my temple, lingering there like he did not want to pull away. "Fine," he said teasingly. "One will have your looks, the other will have my charm, and together they will be unstoppable."

I shook my head, laughing again, my heart feeling full in a way I had forgotten was possible. "You are ridiculous," I whispered, though there was no real complaint in my voice.

"And you love it," he replied, giving me a small wink.

I looked at him then, really looked at him. The strong jaw, the tired eyes that still held so much love, the faint lines that told stories of decades of waiting and pain. "I love you," I said quietly, the words simple but heavy with meaning.

His teasing faded, replaced by something softer, something deeper. He cupped my cheek gently, his thumb brushing away a tear I did not even realize had formed. "I love you too," he said, his voice steady but thick with emotion. "I have always loved you. Even when I thought I had lost you forever."

I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes for a moment. "We lost so much time," I whispered. "So many years."

He rested his forehead against mine. "Then we will make the time we have now count," he said firmly. "No more running. No more waiting. Just us."

Our teasing continued, a soft, easy rhythm that had been missing for so long. We laughed together, whispered together, and I felt a weight lift off my chest. It was comforting to feel him here, playful, gentle, and alive in a way that decades of grief had almost stolen from us.

The moment was interrupted by the soft creak of the door, and the doctor stepped in, followed by a few nurses. They bowed respectfully as they entered, and I noticed the way even Darlon’s expression softened slightly at the sight of them.

"Luna Elara," the doctor said politely, checking the monitors around my bed. "You are stable, and everything seems normal. You may go home soon, provided you rest and follow instructions."

I nodded, feeling a light flutter of relief. "Thank you," I said softly, my voice still thick from emotion.

The nurses bowed once more, and the doctor gave a small nod before leaving. "We’ll check again later," he said, voice professional but warm.

Once they were gone, Darlon reached for the small tray of food the maids had brought in. "Come on," he said softly, a faint grin tugging at his lips. "You need to eat. I insist."

I shook my head, still recovering, trying to protest. "I... I don’t feel like it," I said, my voice quiet.

He ignored me entirely. "I’m feeding you," he said, leaning in and gently guiding a spoon toward my mouth. "No arguing."

I laughed lightly despite myself, shaking my head again. "You are impossible," I whispered.

He winked at me, smiling softly, as he fed me carefully, making sure each bite was just the right amount. "And yet you love me anyway," he said gently, brushing a finger lightly across my cheek.

"I do," I admitted softly, letting the warmth of his hands, his presence, and even his teasing fill the space around me. "I love you so much."

He leaned closer, pressing a quick, gentle kiss to my forehead. "Good," he murmured, voice low, satisfied. "Because I’ll never let you go again."

After I finished eating, Darlon helped me settle back onto the bed. His hands were gentle as he adjusted the pillows behind me, making sure I was sitting comfortably before finally lying down. He checked the blanket, tucking it around me just so, and then sat on the edge of the bed, watching me closely.

"Make sure you sleep well tonight," he said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. "You need rest more than anything right now."

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, lingering for a moment as if he could somehow transfer his strength and protection into me. "I’ll stay here," he said gently. "I won’t leave your side. Sleep well, my Luna. You’re safe now."

I felt the calm seep into me, the exhaustion from everything finally pressing down. "Thank you," I whispered, letting my eyes close slowly. "For everything... for being here."

He shifted slightly, making sure he was close enough that I could feel his presence, but careful not to crowd me. "Always," he murmured, his voice a comforting rumble.