Anastasia's POVMy heart pounds in my chest, fear gripping me like a vice. Jim's furious voice bellows through the phone, echoing in my ears. The words, “Are you fucking pregnant, Anastasia?” hang in the air, heavy with accusation. I can hardly believe what I'm hearing.And I know it’s true, but how did it happen?“Baby, please calm down,” I plead, my voice trembling, my eyes brimming with tears.But Jim's anger is uncontainable. He's like a wildfire, fierce and destructive. “Don't you fucking dare, Anastasia! Kill that thing!” he roars.My mind spins as I try to comprehend the hurricane of emotions that has suddenly engulfed me. The truth has finally surfaced, and I knew he was going to be like this. Because even though a part of me wanted to give him the benefit of doubt, I knew he would always be the scary Jim I feared.Jim's fury is like a tidal wave, crashing over me with force. The weight of his demands, the shock of his words, leaves me paralyzed.I never imagined this moment w
Jim's POVI should be in America by Saturday but the news Harry delivered to me has been too much to handle.I decide to move my flight to the next day and take charge of every situation that’s happening.I stare at the plane, that’s meant to be my ticket home.The flight is long and uncomfortable, the turbulence reflecting the storm raging inside him.I have just been away for a few days, hoping to come back and be welcomed in Anastasia’s arms.But it’s quite the opposite.The news of Anastasia's pregnancy looms over me, like an ominous cloud. It is not something that I ever planned for or wanted, and it gnaws at me like a persistent itch.The flight lands and I call Harry to come pick me up from the airport.I appreciate his silence as he carries my bag and places it into the car.“Take me to Anastasia’s” I say, breaking the thick silence.“But-“You don’t have a say Harry, take me there” I say, becoming furious.He silently drives me to the house and I appreciate the well deserved
Anastasia's POV“Kill the baby, or I’ll kill it anyway I can” are the last words Jim utters before he leaves the room, which leaves me to sink into my bed.My heart still races with the memory of Jim's words. They echo in my mind, haunting me like a relentless nightmare.“Why does he face to be like this, why was his voice cold and devoid of compassion. The words were like a dagger to my heart, and I can't shake off the shock and hurt they brought Kens, I don’t think I can do this Kendra, I can’t do this” I say, letting the tears flow freely down my face“You know better than to hold on to the memory Ana, you know what to do, don’t let your heart do the thinking, allow your mind to think for itself Ana” Kendra tells me, pulling me into a hug as she sits beside me.“I don’t want to exist anymore Kens, I don’t think I can do this… I don’t think I can handle this” I cry into Kendra’s hands.Kendra, always a supportive friend and sister, stays by my side throughout this ordeal. She's seen
The pain from today still lingers in my chest, and unlike me, I don’t see the need to eat, or to exist.Kendra continually knocks at my door and I don’t let her in, all I do is lay in bed, contemplating on my pain and how well I could handle the pain.And with my thoughts, heavy and loud, I drift into sleep, somewhere peaceful and calming.The rays of the sun shine brightly in my face, waking me up.I open my eyes slowly and all the memories of the previous day come flooding back. I shut my eyes, hoping to shut the world out, but it doesn’t work.I head downstairs to the kitchen, with the aim of making breakfast.I see Kendra cooking up some breakfast and I silently make a cup of hot chocolate.“Good morning Ana” Kendra greets“Hey Kens” I reply, the smile that always plasters my face is far gone“Are you good?” She asks“Yeah….. yeah I am”“You usually have early morning shifts, you’re not going to work today?”“Nah…. I’ll skip” I tell her.“Well I made breakfast, you can have some”
The days have become a monotonous cycle of solitude and despair.The urge to call for help consumes me but I decide to drown myself with the thoughts that I’m not good enough, trying to stop myself from dialing any number.I know I’ve lost my job, I have to use some money for my savings to buy groceries and food items. And even though Kendra doesn’t know how I’m feeling, or where I am, I appreciate the fact that she still sends me some money for my upkeep.But the truth is my old home has become my sanctuary and my prison, a place where pain is my only companion.Jim constantly texts me, his texts are filled with threats and demands, and a part of me wishes he loved me as much as he said he did.He loved me enough to not treat me this way.His constant calls and texts have only deepened the well of sadness that I've fallen into.I clutch my phone, hesitating to read yet another message that's likely filled with anger and hurtful words. The baby inside me, a tiny flicker of hope and li
“So first things first, are comfortable staying here?” He asks me“Well I love the loneliness, all I need to do is think for myself and of myself”“Okay, but sometimes, try grabbing a coffee or just taking a walk to clear your head”“I will”“Well, I’ll be going to work, I just wanted to check up on you” he says“But you only just came, why are you leaving so soon?” I ask, a hint of sadness in my voice.“It’s just for work, but I promise I’ll be back too”“Don’t tell anyone I’m here, Jonathan please especially Jim” I say“You don’t have anything to worry about” he says and leaves the buildingThe presence of Jonathan in my life has become a soothing balm to my wounded heart. He's a kind, compassionate soul who keeps showing me warmth and support when I need it the most.Even with the few moments I just spent with Jonathan, Jonathan and I develop a bond, a closeness that feels like family.He always comes through for me at the right times, he treats me with a tenderness that reminds me
I cautiously set the popcorn aside and get up from the couch, my footsteps echoing through the living room. The knock comes again, more insistent this time, and I approach the door with a mixture of curiosity and fear. I peer through the peephole, my heart racing, and see a shadowy figure on the other side.With trembling hands, I slowly unlock the door and open it just a crack.When I open the door, I'm met with Kendra's furious face. Her anger is palpable, and I brace myself for what's to come. But before I can react, Kendra surprises me by pulling me into a tight hug, her eyes are red, it’s like she’s been crying.“Anastasia, I've been so worried about you. I've missed you so much, sister…. Why would you leave like that?” She asks, pulling away from the hug and shutting the door behind herI'm overwhelmed by the flood of emotions that Kendra's arrival brings. I had distanced myself from everyone, including her, and now I realize how much I've missed my sister. Tears well up in my e
The living room is bathed in the cool morning sunlight, casting a cozy glow over Kendra, Jonathan, and me as we sit together. Our conversations have taken on a lively and spirited tone, something I haven't experienced in a long time.“Ana, you won't believe the latest office gossip. It's like a never-ending soap opera.” Kendra says“Oh, I didn’t know your leave was over”“Oh it’s not over yet, but I’m in the group chat so obviously I’ll know the latest tea”“I've always been fascinated by office politics. Tell us more.” Jonathan chimes in, chuckling.I can't help but smile, thankful for the easy banter and camaraderie that have become a part of my daily life now.“Kendra, you know I've been out of the loop. Spill the juicy details.”“Okay, so there's this colleague who's been trying to outshine the boss. You won't believe the stunts they've pulled!” Kendra says, leaving us on a cliffhanger.“Girl, spill the tea” I say, eagerly, my interest piqued.We share stories, laughter, and even
Three months later.....The morning sun bathes our kitchen in a soft glow as I decide to whip up breakfast, the familiar routine grounding me in the comfort of our shared life. The scent of pancakes fills the air when, suddenly, a sensation unfamiliar sends a shiver down my spine. A warm rush, and I freeze.My water breaks."Jim!" I call, my voice betraying a mix of excitement and anxiety. In an instant, he's by my side, a mixture of concern and joy etched on his face.He guides me gently to the car, the anticipation of the imminent arrival of our little one palpable in the air. The drive to the hospital feels like a whirlwind of emotions, the rhythmic hum of the engine punctuated by the intensity of each contraction.Jim's reassuring presence grounds me as we navigate the hospital's corridors, the anticipation building with each step. The medical team takes charge, their efficiency a comforting backdrop to the rollercoaster of sensations enveloping me.The delivery room becomes a san
It’s been two weeks since Jim proposed, and we finally decided to get married.Our families are present here in New Zealand, and my growing stomach a revelation to the family that were about to build together.Jim’s mother and my father insisted that the wedding be done in one of the biggest churches…It’s a night to the wedding and I’ve been too eager to sleepAs the night wraps its comforting arms around us, Kendra and I find ourselves in a room, surrounded by the soft glow of fairy lights. The air is filled with a mix of excitement and tranquility, a prelude to the significant day that awaits us tomorrow, my wedding day."Anastasia, can you believe it's finally here? Your wedding day! I mean if we were to have this conversation years back, there’s no way I would have believed that you’re going to get married before me, but here you are sissy, and I can’t lie, I am so proud of you and of how far you have come in this journey of life, despite the setbacks… I’m always rooting for you,
We freshen up, the anticipation of an evening of elegance and gastronomy adding an extra beat to our hearts.In the soft glow of our bedroom, Jim and I stand facing our wardrobe, selecting the perfect attire for our evening at Le Paragon. I run my fingers over the silky fabric of a deep burgundy dress."What do you think of this one?" I ask Jim, contemplating my choice of outfitJim, a black suit in hand, smiles appreciatively, "it’s Stunning princess, It'll complement the ambiance of the restaurant perfectly.""And what about you, Mr. Dan? Going for the classic black?""Always a safe bet, don't you think?" He teasesAs I slip into the dress, Jim takes a step back, his eyes reflecting admiration."You look incredible, Anastasia." Jim compliments.And the one thing about Jim is that he never forgets to compliment me…. He never forgets."Thank you, Jim. Now, let's make sure you're equally dashing." I say, blushing.We share a moment of laughter as Jim adjusts his tie, the meticulous car
The soft hues of dawn filter through the curtains, coaxing us into wakefulness. As I open my eyes, Jim stirs beside me, his gaze meeting mine in the gentle morning light."Good morning my Prince Charming.""Morning, beautiful." Jim yawns“How was your night?” I ask“It was good, slept like a baby and that’s only possible when I’m with you” Jim replies, making me smile.Our dialogue begins, setting the tone for the day ahead. The idea of a relaxing morning unfolds, and a spark of spontaneity lights up our conversation."What if we start the day with something different? How about a soak in the hot tub?" I suggest"That sounds like a fantastic idea. Let's do it." Jim saysOur dialogue turns into a playful exchange as we make our way to the inviting warmth of the hot tub. The bubbles swirl around us, and the aroma of fresh coffee mingles with the crisp morning air."This is bliss. We should do this more often. Plus it’s so relaxing for myself and for the baby” I say."Agreed. It's the pe
“So pretty, what do you have for me?” Jim asks and I rest against his chest,"Jim, do you ever think about how we got here? It feels surreal." I ask"Absolutely, princess. Remember the uncertainties at the beginning? Now, look at us.""The twists and turns were worth it. This place, this moment, it's a testament to us." I say, my mind racing back to the memories that we shared together.Jim's fingers trace patterns on my back, his touch a silent acknowledgment of the intimacy between us."Every step led us to this. From uncertainty to a haven far from everything." Jim says and I smile because I know it’s true.So much uncertainty from the beginning, but we never gave up on each other, we we’re always with each other, every step of the way, despite the situations that embraced us."It's like we're in a different world here." I say, and I’m happy about it"Our world, away from it all."The dialogue dances between us, revisiting milestones and deepening our connection."Our shared advent
“Oh no!” I say, squealing in excitement.“Do you think you’re ready to spend the rest of your life with me?” Jim asks“I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with you Jim, I’m so happy…. I really am” I say, and I’m unaware of the time the tears flow out of my eyesI give him my finger and he inserts the ring into it, the warm arm and the setting sun bathes the landscape in warm hues, casting a golden glow over our skin, sealing this moment in the skies.“I love you my princess” Jim says, placing a soft kiss on my head, and he uses his fingers to wipe the tears out of my cheeks.“This is a testament of our love and the love that has sealed is even till this very moment” Jim says“I love you so much Jim, thank you for making my life brighter” I say, tears streaming down my faceHe engulfs me in his warm embrace “it’s okay princess” he whispersAs we walk hand in hand, the sand beneath our feet tells tales of our leisurely stroll along the beach. The setting sun paints the sky in hues of
Touching down in New Zealand, the air carries a crisp freshness that hints at the natural wonders awaiting exploration. As we disembark, the airport buzzes with a mix of languages, creating a vibrant tapestry of cultures.Jim grins, his excitement contagious. “Anastasia, welcome to New Zealand! Ready for the adventure of a lifetime?”I mirror his enthusiasm, feeling the thrill of being in a new land. “Absolutely, Jim! The air here is invigorating.”We gather our belongings, exchanging glances that echo the shared anticipation of discovering this picturesque destination. The airport becomes a stage for our initial impressions and conversations about the cultural nuances we notice.The car that has been assigned waits at the entrance and we place our luggage into the car.Arriving at our vacation house, the car door swings open, revealing the picturesque landscape surrounding our temporary home. Jim takes a moment to absorb the scenery. "Anastasia, can you believe this view?"I join him
As we step into the bustling airport, the air is charged with the anticipation of the journey ahead. We navigate through the check-in process, ensuring our bags are properly weighed and boarding passes in hand. The familiar hum of airports surrounds us, a symphony of travelers embarking on their own adventures.After completing the necessary procedures, we make our way to the gate. The overhead announcement signals the impending departure, adding a sense of urgency to our steps. Jim, ever the calm presence, leads the way, his hand reassuringly intertwined with mine.As we board the airplane, I expect the familiar rows of seats that define economy class. However, to my delightful surprise, Jim directs us towards the front of the plane, first class. The realization dawns on me, and my eyes widen in astonishment. "Jim, is this...?"He grins, "A little upgrade for a more comfortable journey. Thought we could use some extra pampering."My heart swells with gratitude, and I can't help but
The next morning, the sun rises on a day filled with final preparations. Conversations about the excitement ahead punctuate the air as we pack our bags and double-check our checklist.As we descend the stairs, the sight of Jonathan in the living room catches us off guard, his eyes lighting up in welcome."Morning, you two! Ready for the journey ahead?" Jonathan exclaims, a cheerful grin on his face."Absolutely," Jim replies, mirroring Jonathan's enthusiasm. "What's the plan?"Kendra joins the conversation from the kitchen, "I thought we'd start the day with a hearty breakfast to fuel up for the trip."Anastasia chimes in, "Sounds like a plan. But Jonathan, any hints on what you're up to today?"Jonathan winks playfully, "Ah, that's a secret for now. But trust me, it'll be a day to remember."As we gather around the table, conversations flow effortlessly. Jim and Jonathan exchange stories from their childhood, reminiscing about shared experiences that evoke laughter and camaraderie. K