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“Spencer? What are you doing here?” Bree awkwardly broke away from him, her eyes staring at everywhere but him.“This is my room.” He looked around for any change, hoping nothing was lost in the woman’s presence. As if he knew she’d come to his room, he had immediately followed after her when she left the dining earlier. She was predictable, so predictable. “You were having dinner.”“None of your business. What are you doing here?” His deep voice asked, staring into her soul so that she was forced to look back at him.“I wasn’t snooping around or anything. I was only wondering how this room changed drastically through the years.”Taking steps toward her, his deep body towered over her as she backed away until she was caged between him and the hard wall. “I told you, things change all the time.”She looked away, staring down to her toes.“I know. But how can anyone change so drastically? I can’t find the old Spencer.” Her fingers weaved together. “Where did he go?”Spencer’s cold chu
“Ariel, are you okay? Come on, talk to mommy, please.” Bree pleaded, her voice tingled with anxiety as she gently sat Ariel up on the bed, her face laced with worry. She laid a concerned hand on the child’s forehead only to flinch from the searing heat. Her daughter was burning up.“Oh my goodness, Ari, you’re burning up. Where does it hurt?” She asked, panic slowly creeping into her voice. “Mommy, my headaches.”“Oh my.” Bree’s head darted to the wall clock, the ticking hand marking the passage of time. It was nine in the morning and her daughter was only just waking up. She’d tried waking the child up twice but she’d slept through her attempts only stirring when Bree noticed her shivering and temperature. “Your head? I’m so sorry, I’ll get you something for the pain. Wait here, okay.”Ariel gave an obedient nod as her mother rushed to her closet, searching through the neatly folded clothes until she brought out a box. Returning to Ariel’s side with the box in her hand, she popped
Two days later, Ariel was discharged from the hospital to receive home care from her parents. For the past two days, they have refused to leave her side even for a minute. They hovered around her, every second was spent asking her if she was okay, their faces each time laced with worry. “Mommy, Daddy.” Ariel chanted repeatedly as she caressed their hands. The three of them sat huddled on Ariel's small bed, the child in between her parents as she held their hands, their attention solely on her. Her eyes sparkled in joy at the undivided attention of both her parents.In the past, it has always been her mother showering love and attention on her, taking care of her in times of sickness and need. But now, her father was around. Her parents were together and she could now brag about it like every other kid out there. There was now her Daddy to protect both her Mommy and herself. “You want something, baby?” Bree asked, her voice dripping with honey. “Mommy, Ariel is hungry.”“You are al
“What are you saying?”“What are you saying?”They asked in unison. Ignoring the awkward moment, Bree cleared her throat. As they both bent down to hear the words of the child clearly, their heads collided, their lips brushing against each other. Bree’s eyes widened as they both froze, their lips on each other. The electrifying feeling traveled from her lips to her spine, goosebumps forming on her skin from her first kiss in years. She felt his lips move on hers, his tongue invading her mouth. “Mommy? Daddy?” They immediately broke away at the call of the child. Bree pushed him aside so that there was a good distance between them, a blush creeping up her cheek. “Ariel, you’re a…awake.” Her heartbeat increased at the child’s knowing stare, her conscience ringing in her head that she did something inappropriate, something she wasn’t supposed to do. “How are you feeling?” Surprisingly, Spencer quickly composed himself unlike Bree, his expression returning to normal like his lips were
“Ughh,” Bree groaned, turning on the comfortable bed, her back slightly bruised. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, accessing her surroundings. Her eyes widened immediately as memories flooded in her head. She sat up from the bed in haste, frantically scanning the room for any sign of the cruel man who had locked her up in the bathroom the night before. It wasn’t a pleasant memory at all. After she got tired from banging on the door and disturbing his sleep, she realized how cruel he became that he let her sleep in the bathroom. She’d slumped on the floor, grumbling for minutes until the arms of sleep finally carried her away. But if that was the case, how did she wake up tucked in the bed, sleeping comfortably? If it wasn’t for the dull ache on her neck for sleeping improperly, she would have called it all a dream. Before she could piece together the fragments of her thought, the door of the room slowly creaked open, and slow deliberate footsteps echoed in the silent room. “You. H
“Mommy, you’re drinking so much,” Ariel warned, her eyes staring at the empty bottles as they sat astride each other at the dining table. While she was having a glass of juice, her Mommy was having bottles of beer. “Mommy, drinking is bad.” “It’s just tea.” Ariel gasped. “Mommy must think I’m two years old. I know what that is.” Bree raised her eyes to stare at her daughter in disbelief. “You don’t. How would you know? It's not like you've tasted it before.” “I’ve seen so many people in the streets drinking this. It is beer and alcoholic. But what if… what if.” Her eyes widened. “What if Mommy becomes one of those men on the streets who act like they’re walking on ice? That would be so bad. “Don’t say things like that, Ari. It’s just drinking. Besides, I’m home. Nothing like that is going to happen.” Saying that she gulped the glass of beer and let out a tiny gasp. Usually, she wouldn’t drink in front of the child but she didn’t even know how it started. From a bottle to two an
“You know we can’t stop once we start right?” He broke away from the kiss to stare into her eyes. Without a word, she ran her hands through his arms before throwing his shirt off him, her hands running through his chest. Like she expected, he was a lot more muscular and broad than five years ago. His body was so hard and glistening that she couldn’t resist the urge to run her hands through it. “I don’t want us to stop.” She sealed her fate. His lips returned back to hers, kissing her with reckless abandon. His hand was on her hair while the other moved to unbuttoned her pyjamas shirt, pulling it off her revealing her plump breasts to him. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.” He parted from her already swollen lips, his lips clamping on her nipples causing her back to arch from the bed as a moan fell off her lips. “You have to be quiet, love,” he whispered into her ears. “We don’t want to wake Ariel up.” She was right in the next room. He returned his attention to her breast, sucking on it li
Was she in hell? Perhaps for all the sins she committed in the world? Her whole body was fucking sore, her head pounding like she was hit with a hockey stick. Bree’s eyes slowly fluttered open, flinching at the light. Her hands touched the other side of the bed expecting to touch the hard body of the man who owned her body the previous night only to touch the cold surface of the bed. She suddenly stood up, eyes on everywhere in the room hoping to find him but he was nowhere in sight. Her eyes fell on her naked self. Last night, he’d taken her like it was his last. Their bodies had fit in perfectly and she thought they might die together. Running her hands through the purplish bruise on her breasts and neck, she smiled, the memories of the previous night washing over her like a wave. Once, twice, thrice, Spencer had taken her, whispering sweet nothings into her ears, promising her the world. Finally, they were fine. They would finally return to couples that they were years ago before
Netherlands for honeymoon was a dream come true for Bree. The whole wedding, in fact, had been a fairytale come to life. Oops, did someone forget to say that a good four months has passed? It was hard to believe that just four months ago, their relationship had been haywire. But after the reconciliation and their rekindled love, Bree and Spencer insisted on having their wedding immediately. Their wedding had been a whirlwind of emotions. Laugher, tears of joy, excitement. And now, as they strolled hand in hand through the city of Amsterdam where they came for their honeymoon, Bree felt like the luckiest woman alive.Unlike other couples on their honeymoon, they decided to bring their little bundle of joy with them. They couldn’t imagine themselves having fun on their honeymoon alone without their daughter. And so, even though Ariel had wanted them to go alone, they’d taken her with them like a third wheel and they had every intention of bringing her with them wherever they went. Arr
Spencer didn't wait another second before he dashed out of the room, closing the door slowly behind him. He took a deep breath, combed his fingers through his hair, and began to take slow steps to the living room. Once he got there, he looked around for Bree and when he didn’t find her in the living room, he made his way to the kitchen, taking slow and silent steps. Bree sprang up from the island table where she’d been sitting immediately she saw him step into the kitchen. She pushed her hair backward and stared at him awkwardly. “Hmm, do you want something?”She looked around the kitchen.“I don’t.”“Why are you here then? We shouldn’t leave Ariel’s side. She’s going to be upset.” She intended to walk past him and go to the child’s room but he stepped before her, blocking her path, his hands dipped in his pocket. “She’s not going to get angry. She gave me a go-ahead.”“She asked you to leave?” She gazed at Spencer in disbelief. He nodded. “She did. Gave us time to talk, right?”Br
“Enough, Ariel,” she repeated, her chest heaving in anger. “Who’s even feeding you all these thoughts? You have to tell me this instant.”When Ariel refused to say anything, she slammed a hand on the bedside table and leaned in. “Speak to me, Ariel, I’m talking to you.” She let out a sigh and squeezed her eyes shut to calm her nerves. She wasn’t usually this angry, especially at Ariel. But the whole situation and the events of the weeks had her burned out already. Plus Spencer was in the same roof as her and just the thought was enough to have her heaving in anger, not at him, but at herself, at her heart for still fluttering at the sight of him. When she opened her eyes again, the previous anger was gone and she now stared at the child softly. “Forgive Mommy for yelling, okay? I just want to speak to you. Remember what Mommy said about communication?”Ariel let out a low, ‘en.’“Good girl. Mommy won’t yell anymore so all you have to do is to tell Mommy who told you that a child has
In two days, Gaspher confirmed that Ariel was fit to get discharged. It came as a huge joy to Bree as she was delighted that the issue wasn’t more than that and that her daughter was fine now. It was a confirmation that there was no other child stronger than Ariel. She was able to recover even more quickly than other children and wasn’t that a flex?This evening, they were finally leaving the hospital for home and Ariel couldn’t be more happy that she was finally leaving the place that smelled like drugs twenty-four-seven. She was hyperactive for her discharge, gathering her belongings herself and singing to the little mermaid movie song that played in the room. She gathered her clothes and sanitary in the bag and zipped it afterward. “I’m done, Mommy,” she announced, her teeth on full display as she smiled. Bree rose from the couch and walked to the child, examining the room for anything forgotten. Ariel hadn’t let her father have their belongings as she wanted to do it herself. Nod
Iris scratched the back of her neck and with her head lowered, she muttered. “Emily died! Even before she could be taken to the hospital.”“What?” Bree’s legs lost their balance and she almost fell backward if it wasn’t for her good reflex and her hold on the wall. “What did you just say?”“You heard it. Emily didn’t survive the fall. The police weren’t able to set up a preventive measure before she fell. It was tragic that I couldn’t even look at her body.”Her hands flew to her mouth as she gazed at Iris with wide eyes, her hands trembling while she tried to process the words in her head. She’d thought of the possibility of Emily unable to survive the fall but it still came as a shock to her. Who would have thought that Emily would die so soon after her obsession with them? Who would have thought that she would die so easily? Only if she’d repented and lived her life as she should, getting over her obsession with Spencer and Ariel, maybe she would’ve still been alive with them. It
“Well, I agree with being stupid. Way fucking stupid for ever letting you go.”With tense shoulders, Bree walked around the kitchen while she prepared the food instead of Spencer. She carefully picked up the shopping board and skillfully continued slicing the vegetables and meat, reshaping the shapeless vegetables that he’d sliced. Afterward, she grabbed a pan, placed it on the stove, and poured oil on it before pouring the vegetables, the fresh scent of fried vegetables and meat immediately filling the air. Turning around, she stretched her hand to the top counter, stretching her foot to get to it. When she was still unable to reach the counter, she groaned, her eyes searching for the small stool that she usually used in the kitchen. But as her eyes fell on it and as she was about to move to the other side of the kitchen to pick it up, Spencer showed up behind her, her back to his chest as he stretched his hand to the counter. “What you want?” Cold shivers ran down her spine at t
Spencer’s eyes grew wide as he stared at the words on the paper that Ariel wrote, his head shattering at the words of his daughter. God, he was a fucking failure, he cursed in his heart. He didn’t deserve to be the child’s father. All she needed was protection, love, and care and all he did was the opposite. He even tried to separate her from her mother, the person that she loved the most in her life. Fuck! He deserved nothing good.How could his daughter blame herself for something that wasn’t her fault, something that she knew nothing about? He found his feet stepping forward as his eyes fell on Bree who had her head lowered as tears streamed down her cheek. He dropped the book in the closet and brought his attention to Bree. “It’s fine, don’t blame yourself, okay?” The mother and daughter were fond of blaming themselves for situations that had nothing to do with them. They found themselves overthinking almost all the time.It was a strong feature that they shared. “I didn’t kn…kno
The early hours of the next day soon rolled in revealing Bree helping Ariel back to her bed after helping her wash up. “Do you feel alright, dear?” The child let out a yawn and lay on the bed, pulling the blanket to her chest. “I’m sleepy again.”“What? You didn’t sleep at night?”“I forced Daddy to read to me after you fell asleep,” the child confessed, letting out a mischievous grin. “He had no choice but to do my bidding.”“Ariel? You’re sick. You shouldn’t stay up late. How could you force him to do that?”“Daddy looked so helpless,” her tiny laughter filled the air around them. Bree sighed as she watched her daughter speak about Spencer and how she’d made him so helpless the previous night. Well, Spencer had insisted on staying with them in the hospital despite her protest and he’d only left when they woke up after Ariel pointed out how disheveled he looked. He needed to freshen up.Last night, he’d slept while sitting beside Ariel’s bed and she’d taken the spot on the couch. It
“No, Ariel, it’s Daddy, okay? And…and…” Why the fuck was he stuttering now. The whole shit was already driving him nuts at the moment. “I mean, I’m sorry for what I did to your Mommy, okay? I was out of my mind. Daddy admits to be wrong.” Ariel still didn’t spare him a glance. She looked around the whole room, staring at everywhere but him. “Ariel, please speak to Daddy,” he pleaded. If she so pleases, he didn’t mind dropping to his knees right then and pleading for forgiveness.“What? It’s Mommy that you should be apologizing to.”“I did and…and she didn’t forgive me. Will you at least forgive Daddy? I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I’ll never think of taking your Mommy away from you ever.”“You tried to separate us.”“It was really juvenile of me. Why don’t we do it this way.” He gently took one of the child’s palms and brought it to his chest, gazing lovingly at her. “Why don’t you punish me instead? Give me a punishment, anyone.”“Punishment?”He bobbed his head up and down. “