My head suddenly felt like it's going to explode in anxiousness as my voice echoed across the room. "Do you really love your current girlfriend?" she asked in a rather pitiful voice. "Sorry... I didn't mean to raise my voice. Please… What exactly did you say to my parents? My father just got out of the hospital yesterday. I don't want to give them another shock," I begged in a low voice, trying to control my emotion. "I just asked them how they are. She also said that she was sad when she learned that we both broke up after 7 years of relationship. She also told me that you never had any girlfriend after that, but just recently you brought a girl home. Though you didn't formally introduce her to your parents, she said she knew that you both have a close relationship. She also told me that the girl used to be your classmate during grade school," she replied. "Did you tell them anything weird? Like regarding your son? Or regarding why we broke up?" I asked. "Are you really going to
Just for a split second, when she uttered the word she said, even with the tone of sarcasm made me imagine our future with our little children messing around the house as their cute little laughter echoed across the room. I couldn't wait to be a father. The thought of hearing her call me "Daddy" someday was enough to put a smile on my face. I playfully teased her, "Call me Daddy from now on." "That's so cheesy," she retorted. "You're not my father." I chuckled and persisted, "You can either call me Az or Daddy, your choice." She huffed in annoyance, "Fine. I'll just stick with Az." "Say it," I challenged with a smirk on my face. "AZ!" she exclaimed, her voice ringing out in frustration. The sudden volume of her voice nearly burst my eardrum, causing a sharp pain in my ear. I almost dropped my phone as I pulled it away from me briefly. I chuckled, my ears still ringing from the sudden burst of sound. "Calm down, babe. You’re hurting my ears," I said, still teasing. Despite her
I woke up early in the morning and took a jog around the park with anxiety and uncertainty as I tried to pull myself together just before the late sun rose and greet everyone a good day. The cold breeze embraced my skin, cooling down my body as I ran aimlessly in circles a few times. My phone rang suddenly as I gasped for air after running half an hour straight without a rest. "Hello?" I answered without even checking who the caller was. "Your mom and I are preparing some dishes your girlfriend will like. What time are you going to arrive?" a familiar voice asked. "It's still too early to prepare dad...," I chuckled—they seemed to be excited to meet Laia again. Should I tell them already? I don't want to wait for Tiffany's return before I secure Laia and I's relationship. "Dad, I have something to tell you later. I'll message you or Mom after I pick up Laia from the villa," I said. "Villa? I thought she lived in an apartment near your area. Is there even a villa around the area
Despite my calm expression, my mind was actually in turmoil. I could see their intense glare, looking at my eyes through my soul as they waited for me to open my mouth. My father's brows furrowed as he squinted his eyes while looking at me with both confusion and expectation. He's aware that I would never say anything trivial with the tone of my voice. Am I really ready to tell them about this? Would it really be alright to tell them now? The table was filled with silence for a moment as my anxiety intensified. My hand suddenly trembled, as my body shivered from the sudden chills, remembering my father's incident just a week ago. I tried to clasp my hands together to keep myself calm as Laia patted my knee beneath the table before gently caressing it, calming me with the warmth of her palm and the ticklish, subtle movement of her thumb. I took a deep breath as I held Laia’s hand, grasping it tightly while preparing myself emotionally for any negative reaction that my parents might
Laia looked quite in a daze while we were in the car going back to my apartment. The silence was quite unbearable to the point that I felt anxious for some reason. I took a quick turn to the side of the road and stopped for the moment as I turned to Laia. "Is there something wrong?" I asked gently as I cupped her face while caressing her cheeks. She looked so pale that she almost lost the color of her lips. I wasn't sure since when she's this pale because the tint of her lips was still intact before we had dinner with my parents. "Mr. Adler informed me about the agreement you made with my father," she said. "What's the connection of you being pale and the agreement your father and I made?" I asked. "You really don't know?" she asked. "I don't understand," I answered. No matter how hard I think, I really couldn't understand the connection of her health with her father and I's agreement. "Did you make a decision without thinking again?" she asked. "Of course not! I've thought ab
In the past, there was a secret that I had been keeping, but with the passage of time, it had faded from my memory until it resurfaced today. As I reflected on this long-forgotten secret, I couldn't help but blurt out my feelings, almost involuntarily. I muttered under my breath, "I actually liked you before." This admission of my suppressed emotions was buried in a crumpled letter that I had denied giving to Laia. My heart began to race wildly as I struggled to process my own words. A rush of blood flooded my head, and I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me as I realized the implications of what I had just revealed. In a quiet and hesitant voice, I whispered Laia's name, hoping to gauge her reaction and whether she had overheard my confession. Sitting in the driver's seat, I found myself unable to look away from Laia. My eyes remained fixed upon her face, entranced by her tranquil beauty. The silence that enveloped us was absolute, and the only sounds I could hear were the fain
My dad's gaze was steady and intense as he looked at me, his expression was reflecting the seriousness of his question.“How far along is Laia?” he repeated, his voice was assertive and clear, leaving no room for confusion.My heart began to race as I struggled to find the right words. My mind was a blur as I tried to come up with an explanation, but my dad seemed to sense my distress and soften his tone.“Take your time, son. I understand this might be difficult for you to talk about, but we're here to support you and Laia,” he said, his voice filled with understanding and concern. I could sense the genuine care and concern in his eyes as he waited for me to speak.I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves and calm the racing of my heart. I knew this was going to be a difficult conversation, but I had to be honest. “She's about two months along,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. The words felt heavy on m
Sienna's expression contorted in confusion and shock as she stared at me. Her voice was filled with a mix of emotions as she spoke, "She told me just recently. Just a few months ago, she contacted me again and told me about your son," she whispered, glancing nervously at Laia who seemed to be unaware of our conversation.I felt a knot form in my stomach as I tried to make sense of what Sienna was saying. "There is no proof of her claim yet. Laia is my wife now," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady."Wait! You're married?!" Sienna exclaimed, her voice rising in surprise. Her eyes widened as she looked at me with a mixture of shock and disbelief."When did this happen? I thought I would be the one to design your wedding dress," she said, her voice filled with disappointment.She had previously boasted about the opportunity to create the gown for the person I would marry.My mom was trying to comfort her though she's casually chuckling at Sienna's whining. Laia was also smiling wit