Stealing the Heart of Mr. Steele

Chapter 47 [Cordelia]

Someone is holding my hand.

Opening my eyes just a crack, I see Atlas' blond hair glowing in the nearby lamplight. He looks softer than he usually does with his hair askew and his shirt unbuttoned with cuffs rolled up to his elbows. He is always so crisply dressed, so cold and distant in the way he prese himself to the world-especially to me. Yet at this moment as he sits here holding my hand he looks soft, gentle, and warm.

I gasp, my chest pounding as I moan in agony. My entire body feels abused and tender.

"Cordelia," he whispers, hearing me gasp, sitting up a bit straighter. "You're awake."

"Atlas," I try to sit, but cry out in pain.

"Cordelia!" He grabs a pillow and rushes to my side, "Let me help you."

I shy away from him and his face falls and his eyes grow sad. "I'm not going to hurt you," he promises. "I just...please, just let me take care of you."

"I don't know if I should," I reply honestly, holding myself away from him.

"I guess I deserve that," he admits as he gently places the pillow along my back to support me. "I have been...unfair to you. Cordelia."

"Atlas, you don't need..."

"Let me finish," he begs as he looks into my eyes, his blue eyes intensely wavering. "I let my hurt and pain over our shared past, about Angelica and," he swallows, choking over the name of my sister, "I let that cloud my judgment. I should have given you more attention. I should have tried to get to know you better so that when someone came and tried to get between us I could have seen her for the snake that she is."

My jaw drops. Is he talking about Sydney?

"I'm so sorry that I hurt you. I didn't know......." He looks away, shamefaced. "I should have listened to you. About Sydney, about the wine, about everything."NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

"What changed, Atlas?" I ask "Where did all of this come from?"

I listen as Atlas elaborates, explaining in detail all of the things he had learned about Sydney and her plans to tear us apart, including drugging the wine that led to that one unforgettable night.

He tells me about everything she confessed as well-about the kidnappers, framing me for crimes I didn't commit, all of the blame and guilt she dropped at my feet every time she lied about who or why

we were fighting. I had known Sydney was bad news, but Atlas seemed to have a blind spot where she was concerned. Or at least he used to. Now when he speaks about her, there is a cruel bitterness to his words. Her actions finally crossed a line for him. "Tonight," he squeezes my hand tentatively, as if afraid might break. "Tonight she had planned to hurt

you

in an unforgivable way. I was able to stop her from succeeding but," he pauses as if unsure of how to proceed.

"What is it, Atlas?" I lean forward, placing my other arm on his arm.

What haven't you told me yet?"

He doesn't say anything at first. Looking down, he takes a deep breath, and when his gaze returns to mine, his eyes are unreadable as he asks. "Were you ever going to tell me, Cordelia?"

The room is silent, the sound of the monitors and machines is the only noise in the room.

He knows.

Somehow Atlas found out.

"I'm guessing you must already know," I try to smile, but it wilts on my lips before forming fully. "I'm pregnant, Atlas," I admit. "I have wanted to tell you so many times before but I thought that you would..."

He steps forward, places a hand on my cheek, and with his lips just the barest whisper against my own, stops my words with a gentle, almost chaste, kiss.

"Atlas?"

"I wish you had told me," I feel a tear rolling down my cheek as he leans his forehead against mine.

"I wanted to, but I couldn't...we were always so angry and..."

"Shh..." He kisses me again. "Cordelia, when you fell in my arms, something in me broke. Your heart stopped, Cordelia. It stopped and mine stopped with it."

He brushes away my tears with his thumbs as he continues, speaking rapidly as if afraid I might interrupt

him.

"She tried to kill the baby, Cordelia. She knew and she was going to make you miscarry. She wanted to hurt you in a way that could never be taken back and when I learned that.......Cordelia, please, let me protect you. Let me be the one to help take care of you and your child. I don't care who the father is, I just can't pretend to not care anymore. Because I do, Cordelia. I care. About you, about this baby, about..."

I place a hand on his lips.

""Cordelia?"

"I've always known that you could never love me, Atlas" My tears, at first a trickle, begin to flow more freely. "But I love this baby. I may hate Sydney, but I do not regret that we had that night together creating. this little life."

"Cordelia," he lifts his head away from mine his hands still gently holding my cheeks. "What are you trying to say?"

"You didn't know, did you?" I sigh. "That night. That was my first time with anyone, Atlas. I haven't been with anyone since."

His eyes grow wide as his mouth slowly opens. "That night you were..."

"This baby is yours, Atlas. I've never been with anyone else. You were, and will always be, my first love." We stand there for a few moments more, looking at one another in wonder. His hands, holding both of mine, gently caress my fingers as if I have just given him an unbelievably precious gift.

"We've made a mess of things, haven't we?" Atlas sighs, looking away.

"Maybe we can clean that mess together," I smile at him, reaching over to touch his cheek.

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