Aurora's Point Of ViewAs Eduardo knelt beside me, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from my face, I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the steady rhythm of my breathing. He felt my forehead and said, "You should take a cold bath. You're burning up." He took his hands off and I mourned his touch. "I would contact a doctor I know. Maybe he can prescribe something to help with the heat." I almost shook my head in protest. I did not want to take any pills. I wanted him. I wanted him to pin my hands over my head on the bed and fuck me. Mercilessly. I want him to make me beg for it till I cry. I bit my lip at the thought, my eyes never leaving his. His eyes darkened and I smirked. Fuck I'm loosing my mind. "Go to the bathroom," That was not a request. He left the room, leaving me with my wild thoughts. I managed to drag myself into the bathroom and I immersed myself in the bathtub filled with cold water. I soaked in the cold water, letting it ease the burning heat coursing throu
Aurora's Point Of ViewI woke up to the soft warmth of the morning sun streaming through the curtains, my body wrapped around something soft and firm. For a moment, I sighed in contentment, snuggling closer, my fingers gripping the fabric beneath me. I could still smell him—Eduardo. His scent was everywhere, invading my senses and stirring something deep within me.Then it hit me.I wasn’t holding him. I was hugging a pillow. A pillow that, upon closer inspection, had his tank top draped over it. I blinked in confusion, my mind still foggy from sleep. The cool morning air brushed against my bare legs, and that’s when I realized—I wasn’t in my robe anymore. I was wearing one of his shirts, the soft cotton hanging loosely around me.I sat up abruptly, my heart racing. The events of last night came crashing down on me. The kiss, the way I practically threw myself at him, and his firm but gentle refusal. I buried my face in my hands, groaning in embarrassment. Moon, what had I done? I’d l
Aurora's Point Of View"It was all because of my heat," I defended myself as I took a bite out of the pancake."I did not say otherwise," he shrugged as he sat opposite me on the kitchen island. I watched as he took a bite and licked the sauce off his lips. "What? Still feel devouring me?" He teased, snapping me out of my daze. "I'm fine now," I shoved a spoon of food down my mouth to cover my embarrassment. "Looks like the doctor was right." "Did I do anything weird after last night?" He paused and looked at me like he knew something I didn't know. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I cannot remember anything after we both lied down in his bed last night. Surely, I couldn't have done anything worse. "No," he said and I heaved a sigh of relief. "You slept like a baby. Do you feel better now?" I nodded. "I'm back to myself." He pursed his lips, "bummer," I frowned and he chuckled. "I'm just pulling your legs." He gestured to my almost empty plate. "You done with that?" He ask
Aurora's Point Of ViewI left work early. I haven't seen my kids in a whole day. They must have missed me. I've missed them too. Eduardo drove me home and I thought he would ask if he could come in. I don't wanna admit it but I would've told him to come in without thinking twice. Oh moon, what's happening to me? "Mummy!" I squealed, catching my two joys in my arms. I hugged him tightly, sniffing their hair. "I've missed you so much!" "You did not come home yesterday," Eloise pouted and guilt tore into my heart. "I'm sorry, baby. Mummy had work." What? I can't possibly tell them I got into heat, kissed the man they don't know is their father and begged him to make love to me. No, I can't possibly say that. The evening passed in a blur of giggles, dinner, and bath time with Dexter and Eloise. They were my world, my little anchors keeping me grounded in the chaos of my thoughts. I hadn’t been with them since yesterday, and the guilt of leaving them tugged at my heart.Eloise sat on
Eduardo’s Point of ViewIt started with a phone call. The headmaster of the twins' school reached out to notify me of an upcoming Father’s Day program. At first, I wasn’t sure what to do with the information. I hadn’t been a part of Dexter and Eloise’s lives for so long, and now, I was being invited to attend something that was, by all accounts, for fathers.Was I really ready for this? Was it too much? Too soon?I hung up the phone, feeling the weight of the decision pressing on my shoulders. For years, I had been absent from their lives—not by choice, but by circumstance. The thought of standing there, surrounded by fathers who had been present, who knew their children’s every like and dislike, who had shared every moment... It made me feel like an outsider. I hadn’t earned the right to be called a father.And yet, a part of me longed to go. To be there. To see them laugh, to join in their fun, and to make memories that I had missed out on for so long.My heart and mind were at war,
Aurora’s Point of ViewThe laughter and shouts of children echoed all around us as the Father’s Day program continued. The afternoon sun illuminated the schoolyard in warmth, and everywhere I looked, there were families, smiling fathers, excited kids, and a sense of joy that I hadn’t fully anticipated feeling today. I glanced at Eduardo. He was in his element, laughing with Dexter and Eloise as we finished another game. The balloon-popping contest had been awkward at first, but the tension between us had slowly dissolved into something comfortable, almost familiar. He seemed so at ease with the kids—our kids—like he had always been there.But then, Dexter’s question hit me like a punch to the gut.“Mum, is Eduardo… is he our dad?”Time seemed to stop. The world around me faded, and all I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. Dexter’s eyes, so full of innocence and curiosity, were locked on me, waiting for an answer. Eloise looked up too, her tiny brows furrowed as
Aurora’s Point of ViewThe boardroom was filled with the hum of low voices, the subtle clicking of laptops, and the rustling of papers as the meeting went on. We were in the middle of a major discussion about a new construction project—a high-end residential complex that Eduardo’s company was bidding on. As I sat at the long, polished table, my attention kept drifting from the presentation slides to Eduardo, who sat at the head of the table.He was calm and collected as always, his eyes sharp as he addressed his team. I admired how he handled these meetings with such ease, delegating responsibilities, asking the right questions, and commanding the room. “Let’s focus on securing the land first,” Eduardo said, his voice deep and authoritative. “We need to ensure that the environmental assessment report is clean. Aurora, do you have the final analysis from the firm?”I straightened in my seat, pushing aside my wandering thoughts. “Yes, I do,” I replied, flipping through the papers in fr
Aurora’s Point of ViewEduardo's breath mingled with mine as we stood mere inches apart. The air between us felt charged, thick with unspoken words and emotions neither of us could deny anymore. My heart pounded in my chest as his hand gently brushed my arm, and I could feel the pull—our lips almost touching.Just as his hand cupped my cheek, and the world around us started to fade away, a loud knock shattered the moment.We both froze. I blinked, taking a step back as reality came crashing in. Eduardo's eyes lingered on mine for a heartbeat longer, his hand falling from my face as the knock came again—louder this time, more insistent.“I’ll... I’ll get that,” Eduardo muttered, running a hand through his hair as he moved to answer the door. His voice was gruff, and I could see the tension still coursing through him.I stood there for a moment, trying to calm my racing heart. Embarrassment washed over me as I realized how close we’d just come to... what, exactly? A kiss? Something mor
Aurora’s Point of ViewNana's birthday party was a success to say the least. She was so touched and she wouldn't stop saying thank you. Two days passed and things were back to usual. Eduardo called me in the morning to invite me to a coffee shop. He said we needed to talk. I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me what he wanted to talk about. I knew instinctively. The coffee shop was warm and cozy, with the soft hum of chatter and the comforting smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. I sat across from Eduardo, stirring my latte absentmindedly, wondering why I felt so restless. We spoke about the usual things—work, the kids, even Nana’s party. The conversation flowed naturally, but I could sense an underlying tension. Eduardo’s expression shifted as he leaned forward, his hands clasped together on the table. “What’s next for us, Aurora?” he asked quietly, his eyes searching mine. I froze, unsure how to respond. “What do you mean?” I asked, stalling for time. He sighed, h
Aurora’s Point of ViewThree months had passed, and life had finally settled into a rhythm. My business wasn’t booming like some overnight success story, but it was steady. Profitable. Enough to keep me busy and give me a sense of purpose I hadn’t felt in years.One of the unused rooms in the house had transformed into my work sanctuary. Shelves lined the walls, stocked with packaging supplies, raw materials, and finished products ready for shipment. My desk was cluttered but organized—a system that made sense to me, if no one else.It was fulfilling, but hard. Nana helped as much as she could, but she had her own responsibilities. Julie was swamped with work, and even Eduardo only came by occasionally. As for Ricardo, he’d been gone for a month on a project abroad.I told myself I didn’t think about him much. It was easier that way.But deep down, I missed him. The way he made me laugh when I was too tired to care about anything, how he believed in me even when I doubted myself. The
Aurora's Point Of View I shut the front door behind me, pressing my back against the cool wood as I tried to steady my breathing. My lips tingled, and my heart raced, but not from exertion. Ricardo’s kiss lingered in my mind, and no matter how much I tried to shake it off, the memory wouldn’t leave.“What are you doing, Aurora?” I whispered to myself, running a hand through my hair.The house was eerily quiet without Eloise and Dexter, who were already asleep. I’d hoped for a peaceful evening to focus on my work, but peace was the last thing I felt. I walked into the living room, my gaze landing on the vision board propped against the wall.It was filled with fragments of the life I wanted to build - pictures of smiling families, career aspirations, quotes about strength and independence. All of it was meant to guide me, to remind me of who I was becoming.But now, I felt adrift.***The days blurred into weeks.Between the kids, work on my new venture, and occasional check-ins with
Aurora's Point Of ViewThe afternoon stretched lazily into early evening as Ricardo and I worked at his dining table, the space cluttered with sticky notes, sketches of designs, and beads scattered across every available surface. My eyes burned from staring at my notes, and my fingers ached from stringing beads into different patterns. I leaned back in my chair with a groan, stretching my arms above my head. “I’m exhausted,” I admitted, dropping my hands to my lap. “If I see one more bead, I might scream.” Ricardo glanced at me, smirking as he shut his laptop. “You’re calling it quits already? We’re just getting started.” “Ricardo, I’ve been staring at beads for hours,” I shot back, rolling my eyes. “I need a break.” He laughed, leaning back in his chair. “Fine, fine. How about we unwind a little? I’ve got some tequila in the kitchen.” I arched an eyebrow. “Tequila? You’re trying to kill me now?” “Only a little,” he teased, standing up. “I’ll grab the glasses. Stay put.” I got
Aurora's Point Of View It was Dexter’s idea, of course. My son had a way of bringing people together, even when the adults in his life were determined to stay in their separate corners. “You’ve been working too hard, Mom,” he’d said, his voice full of authority for a five-year-old. “We need a day for all of us. Me, Ellie, you, and Dad. And Uncle Ricardo can come too! My friend said her mama and daddy go out together all the time!"At first, I balked at the idea. Spending a whole day with Eduardo, Ricardo, and the kids in the same space? It sounded like a recipe for awkwardness. But Dexter was insistent, and when Eloise chimed in with a quiet, “It could be nice, Mom,” I caved. So, here we were, standing in the middle of the city park on a sunny Saturday, my nerves jangling as Eduardo unloaded a picnic basket from the back of his car. Ricardo stood a few feet away, holding a soccer ball and trying to coax Dexter into teaching him “the rules of football.” “Uncle Ricardo is being emba
Aurora's Point Of View The sun filtered through my window as I sat at my desk, notebook open and pen in hand. The page stared back at me, blank as always. I sighed, resting my chin on my hand. I had been at this for weeks - trying to figure out what I liked, what I wanted, who I was outside of Eduardo and everything else. The buzz of my phone pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen to see Ricardo’s message: “Morning, explorer. Time for your next adventure. Dress comfy—I’m picking you up in an hour.”I smiled despite myself. Ricardo had a way of dragging me out of my head and into the world. “Where are we going this time?” I texted back. “You’ll see. Trust me.”***An hour later, Ricardo pulled up outside my house, his car as loud and attention-grabbing as his personality. I slid into the passenger seat, eyeing the mischievous grin on his face. “You’re going to love this one,” he said, shifting the car into drive. “Is it another cooking class?” I asked, trying to gu
The morning sunlight poured softly through the curtains, painting streaks of gold on the walls. I sat on the couch with my coffee, my notebook open on my lap. The pages were a chaotic mix of scribbled ideas, crossed-out plans, and even a few doodles from Eloise. Progress, I told myself, even if it felt painfully slow. The sound of small footsteps echoed down the hallway, pulling me from my thoughts. A second later, Dexter appeared in his pajamas, his hair sticking up like he’d been wrestling with his pillow all night. It was Saturday so I get to spend the whole day with my babies today. “Good morning, Mommy,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep as he climbed onto the couch beside me. “Good morning, love.” I kissed his messy curls and set my coffee down. “Where’s Eloise?” I asked, wrapping my arm around his small frame. “She’s still sleeping,” Dexter said, snuggling closer. I smiled, resting my chin lightly on his head. Moments like these felt like an anchor, grounding me in t
Aurora's Point Of ViewRicardo turned sharply when I called out his name, his dark brows raising in surprise. “Yeah?” For a moment, I froze, the weight of my impulsive request catching up to me. My mouth opened, but no words came out. Instead, I stared at him, my mind running wild with the thought of what I had *wanted* to say. “Did you say something?” Ricardo asked, his voice pulling me out of my stupor. He snapped his fingers lightly, a teasing gesture meant to catch my attention. “I...” My voice faltered, and I quickly shook my head. “No, nothing.” He frowned, studying me for a moment as if he could see through my half-hearted denial. “You sure? You looked like you wanted to say something.” I felt my cheeks heat up under his gaze. *I thought I said it out loud,* I realized, my heart pounding at the sheer embarrassment of it all. “No, really,” I insisted, forcing a tight smile. “I was just... I thought I heard something, but it’s nothing. You should go.” Ricardo didn’t look c
Aurora's Point Of ViewThe café was quieter than usual, the muted hum of soft jazz filling the background. I sat by the window, tracing patterns on the condensation that formed on my coffee cup. I’d been staring at Eduardo’s text for hours, my thumb hovering over my phone, unsure of whether I was ready for this conversation. "I’m sorry. I want to talk." His words were simple, but the weight they carried felt suffocating.After much thought and deliberation, I had agreed to meet him. But now, sitting in the quiet of the cafe, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to face him... really face him. I glanced at my wristwatch - thirty minutes past five. He said to meet here at 5.30. The door opened with a soft jingle, and Eduardo stepped in. His eyes scanned the room before locking onto mine. There was a look of hesitation on his face, something I hadn’t seen in a long time. Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was regret... either way, it made my stomach twist.He approached slowly, like he wasn’t sure wh