Renia's POV."What do you think? I am starting to show right?" I asked Lucy with a smile on my face. We were currently at my favorite coffee shop. I was getting bored out of my mind in that house with Theo not around so I decided to step out and called my sister if she wanted to meet for coffee. I deliberately chose this coffee shop because I wanted to punish myself. I know I can't take coffee even though I need it badly so yeah, I came here hoping the smell of coffee will be just as good as drinking coffee itself, and let me tell you, it isn't but the smell will have to do for the next six months. "Just a little bit. You have added weight since the last time I saw you." She said and I beamed at her brightly. I have been eating like a horse for almost a week now since Theo and Ethan started cooking for me. Those guys are like mini gods in the kitchen. It is impossible to resist anything they make. They manage to make me want to eat anytime they cook, I always find myself salivating
Raphael's POV. The door to my office was slammed open so hard that it bounced on the wall and I feared the hinges must have come off. I looked away from my MacBook and was ready to yell at whoever it was until I saw my wife standing there in a nude color gown and a pair of sneakers with her long red hair flowing down her back. I wasn't surprised that she managed to make the plain dress look hot as fuck and I..."You wouldn't guess who I just met down there, Hubs." She said. Hubs? She started calling me that the night we sealed our deal and she has been calling me that ever since but this time there was a bite to her usually sweet tone. I moved my eyes away from her body and to her face and She was angry. How on earth did I miss that? Because you were too busy ogling her body to read the room. "Renia..." I started to say. I haven't spent much time with her for the past two days now so I wasn't sure what the drama was all about."Gareth. Does the name ring any bell, Hubs?" She asked
Renia's POV. I almost caved. It took all of my strength to say no to him when he demanded that I take my clothes off. It had to be the closeness and his touch. We all know that Raphael's touch is my undoing. All he had to do is touch me and he would send tingles all over my body and my heart would be beating at a rate that would be scary. I stood in front of my mirror and stared at my reflection. I ran my fingers over the mark that he made on my neck. I couldn't explain the excitement I felt when he bit me there, I almost dropped my panties then and there. But now, I wasn't sure of how to feel about the mark. I don't know why I went to the club in the first place but I definitely didn't go there to fight. At least not until I saw Gareth and found out that every single thing about our relationship was staged, an act and I was just an unsuspecting pawn. What really bothered me about the mark was how I went from declaring that I wasn't his toy to allowing him to put a mark on me. I ca
Renia's POV.Desperate to feel him against me, I made quick work of removing Raphael's shirt as fast as I could. My shirt was probably lying somewhere on the floor in the room. I was naked from the waist up. Raphael pulled back from our kiss enough to remove his shirt and I let out a moan of pleasure when his now naked chest finally came in contact with mine. My hardened and extremely sensitive breast brushed against his chest and I couldn't help the tremor that went down my body and straight to my core. He started placing kisses down my neck with a gentleness that shocked me. I arched my neck to give him more access to my neck while my hand explored his chest.He stopped at that point that connects my shoulder to my neck and placed a small kiss on the same place that he had placed his mark on me earlier this afternoon. His lips trailed down my chest and I let out a pained moan when he grabbed my breast roughly, sending a bolt of both pleasure of pain through my body. "They have gott
Renia's POV. "We had sex," I said. I was on the phone with Hugo. It was already afternoon and I haven't been able to recover from what happened last night. I could still feel him inside me anytime I move. I couldn't stop replaying the scene and my breast has not stopped throbbing since this morning. Hugo literally squealed and Theo tsked beside me shaking his head at the both of us. "I am out of here. I don't even want to hear it." Theo said making Hugo chuckle. "You are such a prude," Hugo commented. Theo snickered at him. The both of them were so sweet together it made me jealous. Why can't I have this kind of relationship with Raphael? The one where we tease each other rather than trying to best each other all the time. I wanted this. The sidelong looks. The smoldering looks. All of it. But Nah, what I got instead was a man that would have sex with me without even meeting my eyes at all. "You guys need to stop with your cuteness. You are going to make me sick." I said jokingl
Renia's POV. It isn't fair. Life isn't fair generally but this really isn't fair. I should have known I wouldn't be able to ask him why he doesn't meet my eyes. Just one touch and I was finished. Just one touch and I forgot everything I wanted and needed to say to him. Just one touch and I turned to putty in his arms and allowed him fuck me. It has been weeks since that night. The night I was supposed to confront Raphael and ask him why he doesn't even look in my eyes but I didn't ask him. Not that I couldn't but I just chose not to ask him anymore at the very last minute. Besides he managed to seduce me with his touch and make me forget what I was going to ask him. I was scared of what his answer would be. The thing with Raph is complicated. I have to be mentally prepared for the worst when it comes to him. I was scared of what he would say about my eyes so I never brought it up and just let it be, despite how much I wanted to ask. I was desperate to know why but I wasn't ready to
Raphael's POV. I am an asshole. I know that goes without saying but I just needed to make it clear that I am an asshole. How did I not notice that she has gotten so big? I took all of her in now. Her gorgeous red hair was all over the place getting in her way anytime she tried to eat but I don't think she minded. I think she enjoyed pushing it away. She was glowing. Her cheeks have gotten even more rosy making those tiny freckles of hers a little less prominent. And her eyes, those eyes that I have spent forever hating on. The lines were beginning to get blurry though. I wasn't sure if I still hated her eyes or if I was fascinated by them.Granted, I have been spending almost every night with my dick buried deep inside her pussy but that doesn't mean I allow myself to take her in that much. The very first time we had sex— when I took her virginity—was a blur maybe because I was drunk but this second time threw me off completely. I enjoyed going down on her and hearing her soft moans
Renia's POV. Thinking about what happened yesterday still brings a wistful smile to my face. I can't help but think that something definitely changed in Raphael yesterday. It was like I was talking to a different person entirely. He was being so nice and so unlike himself that he threw me off for a bit. I mean, he met my eyes more times than I could count yesterday, he let me eat his food and he offered to always accompany me anywhere I wanted to go— even though he might have only offered because he didn't want me to go with Theo. He was so nice that I had to give him something in return and that was why I told him that Theo is in fact gay. He might have also carried me to my room yesterday because I don't remember leaving the car. The last thing I remembered was telling him about Theo and then the rest is just blank. I woke up and found myself in Raphael's shirt alone without the joggers and sneakers.He even helped me to remove my bra. I get sleepy easily these days. I went from b
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Renia's POV.Three years later. I let out a ~oof when I felt the bed dip and one person was holding my legs and tugging on them while the other was tapping me repeatedly trying to wake me up. “Mummy, wake up. You promised to get ice cream with us.” Asher’s boyish voice said. He sounded like he was talking directly into my ear and I know he was because apparently, talking directly into my ear makes me hear him louder. Like he wasn’t being loud enough. “Come on, Mummy. Wake up.” Alisa demanded from the foot of the bed. Yes, she demanded. She is one hell of a spoilt kid. I told you she would be the heartbreaker. She has grown so much and her features are clearly her father’s. She looks just like him just that she has red hair and he doesn’t and her attitude is not from here. While Asher is all smiles and sunshine, Alisa is the exact opposite. Always grumpy and ready to fight, extremely picky and unfriendly. She doesn’t warm up to people easily. The only person she actually gets along
Renia's POV. Two weeks later. Two weeks later and I am still very much in love with my babies. Lucy was right when she said I would never want to let go of them again. I just enjoy staring at them. It still amazes me how I gave birth to the most beautiful babies ever. Granted, I don't have a single memory of giving birth to them but then they are all mine and I carried them in my stomach. Raphael and I made those beautiful kids. It doesn't cease to amaze me. Alisa and Asher have been the best baby yet. I used to think all babies do is cry and cry and cry but my babies are kinda different. They only cry when they want to be held or fed or when it is time to change the diapers. My cast is long gone now so I can hold them all I want. I had to stay in the hospital for about a week plus because the doctor wanted to monitor my health and my children's health. He said he needed to make sure everything was fine before giving us the go-ahead to go home. I got a surprise when I got back home
Renia's POV. "What are you saying, Renia?" That was Lucy. I didn't take my eyes off Raphael though. I don't know why but it felt like he is the only one who can understand me. I don't know how that would be possible because I don't even understand myself. I shook my head and didn't bother trying to stop the tears that were falling. "I can't do it. I don't think I can do it, Raphael. I don't know if I can do it." I said repeatedly. Raphael nodded and sat down beside me on the bed pulling me closer until I could bury my face in his neck. He patted my hair and back repeatedly trying to calm me down but nothing was working. How did I go from being cherry and eager to meet my children to not want to meet them? What kind of a mother does that make me? What kind of a mother doesn't want to meet her children? Raphael pulled back from the hug and cupped my face gently. "Tell me what is wrong, Ren." He whispered. “I don’t know, Raphael. I am just scared. What if I drop them? What if they
Renia's POV. Water.I need to drink water. It felt like I have been on a fast for a long long time. The need to drink and get rid of my thirst forced me to open my eyes which I closed back immediately after I opened them. It was too bright. Too much light and white. Why is it that hospital rooms are always painted white? I don't exactly hate the color but it is also not a pleasant color to see when you are opening your eyes for the first time in days. I sighed and opened my eyes slowly this time, allowing my eyes to get used to the brightness. I took in the silent room and tried to sit up to get water for myself but the weight on my hand pushed me back down. Raphael's head greeted me when I looked down to see what was pulling me back. He was holding on to my hand in a way that was too tight but was also comfortable. He was so deep in his sleep that he didn't realize I was awake. I tried to smoothen his hair with my other hand and soon realized that I couldn't move that hand. I look
Renia's POV. My mouth tastes like cardboard. Like I haven't brushed in days and my head, well, it feels like I have been hit several times with a sledgehammer. I tried to move my hand to massage my temple but it felt like my hand was being held down by some heavyweight and I started feeling a slight ache in my shoulders, scratch that, my entire body was aching at this point. My head feels like I have been hit over and over again with a hammer and my shoulders felt like it was in the wrong place. My waist too, in fact, my entire body is aching one way or the other.I tried to open my eyes to see where I was but nothing. I tried so hard, I willed myself to open my eyes but it was like my eyes had a mind of their own and it has been glued together or something cause I couldn't bring myself to open them. I tried to move my hand or even squeeze it but it was like I could only do it mentally and nothing was actually moving, not even a little bit. It felt like my whole body is paralyzed and
Raphael's POV.Waiting has to be the most exhausting chore ever. I have never actually had to wait for something or someone so I never realized just how hard it was to wait for something, something that you have no control whatsoever over. This situation only made waiting worse. The fact that I don’t know if I am waiting to receive good news or bad news was making me exhausted both physically and emotionally. I couldn’t keep still and I couldn’t keep pacing. The pacing made me sick on the inside and sitting still made me anxious. I literally don’t know what to do with myself. I glanced at where Melissa and Javier were supposed to be sitting and couldn’t find them there. I couldn’t even bring myself to be shocked that they were no longer sitting there. I must have been too stuck up in my head to notice when they left. I need to do something with myself. I can’t just keep waiting but I still can’t leave here. I want to be here when the doctor comes out. I want to be here for my family.
Raphael’s POV. “What do you mean by that?” That was from me but it didn’t sound like it came from me. The voice sounded distant. Like the person who spoke was two rooms away from here. The doctor sighed his expression solemnly. “I am afraid we have to focus on one here, Mr. Knights. We either focus on saving the mother or the kids. We were hoping to get the bleeding under control and then deliver the babies but she is losing too much blood and too fast.” He said. “And so? Get it under control. It is your fucking job. Do I have to tell you what to do?” I exclaimed. He didn’t even flinch by how loud my voice was. He has to be used to patients’ families breaking down like this and raising their voices all the time cause he didn’t even seem the slightest bit fazed. The patient look on his face didn’t waver one but I could feel something else underneath. “What are you saying to us, doctor? You can’t ask us to choose.” Melissa cried. “I hate to do this too but this is really the only
Raphael's POV. I don't know how much time has passed. I can't even tell anything at this point. I answered the doctor's question like an unfeeling robot. I filled out every form that I was required to fill. It was like I was a walking dead. Like I was functioning but not really functioning. Like I was visibly alive but actually dead inside. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that I did this. Renia is currently lying unconscious in the hospital because of me. I might not have pushed her down the stairs with my hands but I might as well have pushed her. Susan only came into our lives because of me. She hurt Renia because of me and I...I will make her pay for that. I will. I stood up from the chair that I didn't even realize I was sitting on and started heading out of the hospital without even thinking it through. I need to hurt someone and that someone would be Susan. It doesn't matter that I have never raised my hand to a woman before. None of it matters. The need to hurt her. T