Loving my Rejected Luna

Kiara groaned as Zane snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

"Zane please, I'm so hungry. Aren't you satisfied yet?" He shook his head as he kissed her neck.

“I want more, you feel so good" She sighed then used all her strength to push him away.

“Well I'm tired and I'm hungry so leave me alone" Zane sighed then pouted.

“It's not my fault that I can't seem to get enough of you. I already told you you are an addiction to me" She sighed.

"Well kill that addiction because I want to eat now” He sighed then kissed her cheek.

"Okay my love. What would you like to eat? I'll prepare it for you" She scoffed.

“Are you indirectly trying to tell me that I'm not a good cook?" He tilted his head.

“I'm not indirectly telling you, I'm telling you directly now sit your fine ass down” She rolled her eyes but did as he said. Why would she pass up the opportunity of just sitting down and watching him cook? He always looked sexy when he cooked for her?

“Am I the only woman you have cooked for Zane?" She questioned genuinely out of curiosity.

“You are the only woman in my life, Kiara," She grinned. That sentence made her happier than she had expected.

True to his words, Zane made her bacon, eggs and toast which she had to admit were tastier than whatever she would have done. His sandwich was literally restaurant quality.

"Why aren't you eating? I noticed you don't eat much and I don't like that" She murmured as she turned to him with a frown and he smiled at her.

"Don’t worry about me, I made this for you so eat till you're filled up" She stared at him for a while then dropped her fork.

“Tell me the truth, what's really going on? Do you have an eating disorder?" Zane frowned then let out a sigh before nodding.

“I... After you left, I stopped eating. I just couldn't hold any food down so I stopped eating. I found I could go a week without eating and the only time I would eat was when Daniel and Liam forced me" She frowned.

“That's horrible. That almost happened to me as well but Heather made sure I ate everyday. She was my support system at the time and still is" He smiled then reached towards her and placed the hair that had fallen over her face behind her ear.

“I want to know everything. What exactly happened to you during those two years we weren't together?” She frowned and her eyes glazed over as she reminisced on the past.

"When our son died, a part of me died as well. I lost everything. To me, death was better than me living. I tried to kill myself multiple times and even landed myself in the hospital a few times but Heather always found a way to save me. I remember hating her because of that because I desperately wanted to die. I hated everything, especially you. If I had the chance back then, I probably would have killed you because to me, you were the cause of all my misfortune. If I hadn't fallen in love with you, would something like that have happened to me? I would always ask myself that. Well, I started getting better after Heather and I moved into our old apartment. She borrowed money from her parents and we were able to open up a small shop to run an interior designing company. Interior designing was my escape at that time and even though we didn't get a lot of Job offers, it still helped a lot” After she was done, Zane just stared at her without saying a word.

She gasped lightly when a tear rolled down his cheeks.

"Zane.." She called out his name softly as her face softened. He stood up from his chair, walked over to her and knelt down in front of her.

“I'm such a bad person. Gosh, you don't know how much it fucking hurts to think about everything you have been through. I don't deserve you, Kiara” He murmured in between tears while holding her hand with one hand and hitting his chest with the other because of how badly it was aching. She wiped away her tears with her free hand then cleaned his tears.

“That's enough, Zane. Why are you crying so much?" He didn't reply to her and just kept crying. He placed his head on her thighs and cried his heart out along with her. It was finally dawning on them how their life could have turned out so different if Zane had just trusted her. If he had just given her a chance, they would have been happily married with their own little family.

After they cried for what felt like hours, Zane sniffled as he raised his head up from her lap to stare into her eyes.

"Will you... will you take me to him? I would like to see our son" She stared at him for a while then nodded before caressing his face.

"If that's what you want then okay. We can go see his grave but are you ready? I still haven't been able to stand going to visit him without bawling my eyes out” She murmured and he sighed.

“The least I can do for him is mourn so I don't care if I cry, I'm prepared for it" She nodded slowly. They both got ready and as Zane drove down to the cemetery, they both didn't say a word and

were just lost in thoughts. After a while, they finally got to the cemetery and Zane parked in front of the gate.

“This is the place?" Zane questioned as he glanced around.

“Yeah. I didn't have money to give him a proper burial so this was all I could afford" She murmured when she saw the look on his face. Zane didn't say a word and just climbed out of the car and took a deep breath.

Kiara got out as well and walked around to stand beside him.

"Ready?" She questioned and he took another deep breath before nodding. As they walked into the cemetery, Zane's heart was pounding so loud in his chest. He was so nervous.

He didn't know if he was ready for this.

“We are here" He suddenly heard Kiara say and his heart leaped into his throat when he glanced down at the small grave on the floor.

NIKOLAS HART was the name engraved in the tomb stone.

“I didn't give him your last name because at that time, I didn't see you as his father” Zane clenched his chest with his palm as it suddenly began to ache.

“My... my son.." He fell to his knees as he cried loudly. He didn't care who was listening and he didn't care who was watching, he just wept for his dead son that he never got to see or hold.

“I'm so sorry, my son. This is all my fault, I'm so sorry" Kiara just stood there and watched him cry without comforting him. She knew he needed to let it all out for him to finally feel better...