The Player who Gets Played 34. Wake up call

Louise's POV

It has been three days, I have been struggling to stay by his side. I was breaking apart and would fall apart if my friends and family weren't there to keep me sane. They all have been supporting me...us.

Marion was going back and forth to the hospital. Winston was making sure that the girls keep me company every couple of hours. Mom and dad came by a few times, she was stocking me up with food making sure that I eat.

His surgeon said that he should be conscious, and able to converse hopefully by tomorrow maybe even sooner. He was dosed with sedatives since he was out of surgery for his arm, his jaw, and his fractured ribs.

Winston said this was his worst one to date. "I was informed that the wave was big, and the wind was taking it to another level. But he's in the best hands Max is one of the best surgeons in the country. He had performed miracles for other surfers, with worst conditions."

Winston kept on assuring me that he would be fine, I honestly wish he would. I had taken an indefinite leave out of the office, I couldn't care less if the board voted me out. I was concentrating my time for Allen, like should have weeks ago.

It felt like I have an endless tear duct, my heart ached to see his handsome face lifeless. I missed his smile, the way he tugged his lips when he smirked, his sexy arched eyebrow every time he's questioning my decision. I missed seeing his eyes, I missed seeing the way he looked at me like I was truly the only woman on earth that he adores.

I wanted him back, I wanted him better, I wanted him healthy. I love him too fucking much. I didn't want our love to end. Not just yet... I was on my dozenth box of tissue already. Mom was worried about the baby and kept on reminding me to take care of myself.

I tried, but I was just too sad. I don't know if I could if I want to live my life without him. I wouldn't know how to function if he...

"Lou...baby...please...stop crying..."

"Allen..."

After days sitting by his side, days of pondering my life without his love, days of thinking about how I was supposed to live my life without him, days of cursing myself for being selfish...he finally opens his eyes and caressed my wet cheek. And that was when I breakdown and sobbed at his bedside.

"Hey... I would think that you're that sad... knowing that I will... finally survive my... injuries." He said, pausing every couple of sentences.

His voice was raspy, but he still joked trying to make me laugh. I smiled at him and dried my tears with a fresh tissue that I swiftly took from his hospital bedside table. Then I got up, getting him a glass of water and a straw for his parched throat.

"I love you, you're surviving this thing. You have to, cause I'm getting the movers to pack my stuff. I'm moving into your place, we're doing the house, the marriage, everything you want me to. Just promise me, you'll be careful on your next surfing thing..."

I wasn't going to tell him to quit, though I would definitely worry every time he'd go out to surf. But I understand that he's an athlete, it's his passion in life. I was not that naive, thinking that he would give everything up for me.

Though after his accident, that was exactly what I was going to do. For days I had been telling myself that whatever happened, I would quit my job. I was done living my old life. I was done working my ass off, for money-hungry bastards like Jeff and Adam.

I was going to move away from the city, I was going to enjoy my life and find a more laid-back job. Maybe gardening, or even baking. I love the seaside sleepy laid back coastal region where Allen resides.

"Lou baby, thank you... and I'm sorry for making you go through this..." he said smiling and wiping my freshly shed tear.

"No, I'm sorry for putting our love on the back burner. I know now that you, the baby...all of us together, those are my priorities. I'm quitting my job, I'm moving in with you. We're doing this..."

"Louise...I love you..." he said about to get up and sit himself up when he groaned in pain.

"Allen, please stay still... you're still recuperating, I'm not losing you. I need you, us..." I was stroking his wounded face when he took my hand and kissed it.

"I was quitting, that day... I told Clara that I had enough, that I wanted to focus on my personal life. On you, on us...the baby. That competition was to be my last, Clara was going to arrange the press conference and all the works..."

My heart was full of butterflies, it was beyond my expectation, I had never dreamed that he would throw it all for me. And yet he did, I was teary all over again.

"Happy tears Allen...I don't, I won't stand in the way of your passion in life. I was preparing myself mentally when one day you will be back for the competition. No one had ever left it all for me, and you...you actually did."

We talked for a couple more minutes until the nurse came to check on his vitals. His surgeon came in the afternoon to check up on him and explained further about his condition. I was about to leave the room and give him privacy when he took my hand telling me to stay.

"You are to be my wife, you will stay and let Max here explain everything to both of us."

I kissed his temple and weaved his fingers with mine, as we hear his surgeon Dr. Markov explaining to both of us in detail of what was to come, to expect, and when he could actually go home.

He was back to resting, sleeping from his medication minutes later. I was staying by his side while texting everyone about his updates. All were wishing the best for us and were glad that everything was as expected.

Marion came when he was still resting, we talked as she was accompanying me. She was making sure I finish my dinner. Cherise came with my stuff in between our talks, she was the best assistant I could ask. She had been going back and forth to my place, arranging everything. She was also getting me a maid, to take care of my place in my absence.

Cherise filled me in with work, she gave me paperwork to sign. But basically, I was already shunned from my workplace, for taking indefinite leave days.

"Work has been slow, the environment is just different without you, boss. But I'm not complaining, I'm going where ever you're taking me." Cherise joked, but I know she meant every word.

I hugged her goodbye, as she hugged me back warmly saying that I got this, that I have her support.

"You have very nice and kind people surrounding you Lou... I can't thank you enough for being here with my son. That you actually chose him to spend the rest of your life with." Marion was a bit teary when she was saying her goodbye.

It was late, the visiting hour was almost done and she was heading back. But Allen was still sleeping and she didn't want to wake him up. She wanted him to have his full recovery.

"Just tell him that I stopped by and that I didn't want to wake him up..." her words ended our conversation, and I was left alone in his room.

He was awake minutes later when I was back from the bathroom after changing to more comfortable clothes.

"So when are you scheduled for the baby's check-up"

"Two more weeks, Marion is coming with. We've talked and she already jots my appointment in her busy schedule."

"Mom...how is she?" he groaned when he tries to sit back on the bed.

"She just left, minutes before. She didn't want to wake you, but she's been busy and now happy that you're doing well."

We talked, and I accompanied him until it was time for him to rest again. He was sleeping peacefully, his handsome face was getting its color back.

I love him so much... that my heartache for our future together, and I shed another tear. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, but I couldn't wait to get him home and start our life together.