"I swear if one more person ask me when am I gonna give birth I will fucking tell her tomorrow! TOMORROW! I'm done explaining the whole thing!" She plumps her ass on the couch as she huffs and puffs. Every time we go out, people (especially older ladies) would stop her and bless her for a smooth delivery, which would direct to the infamous question 'when are you due'.They'd be surprised to know that she's only six months pregnant with such huge belly so she had to explain she's actually carrying twins, which would lead to more questions like 'oh which side of the family has twins?', 'Is this your first twins?', 'Does your husband have twins too?', 'Do you have a twin yourself?', 'What did you do to get twins?', 'Is there a specific diet to get twins?'.At first I was irritated too but nowadays I somewhat enjoy the show knowing she'd be this pissed once we're home. "Not funny Austin!" She shouts to herself perhaps feeling a kick from her left. She asked the doctor about their posit
I'm not sure if it's because of the heat or purely from the pregnancy, or both. But Eve has been grumpy since she finished high school. At first she argued about working at her aunt's cafe claiming she's been doing it every summer since she was 14 so it's ridiculous to not do it because 'it's in my bone'. I said no, so she asked if I'm gonna pay her instead the money she lost because of my stubbornness not to let her work there. I said no, so she asked again to work there. After a multiple 'no' followed by her arguments to still work there, it seems like we're going in a circle here, that she finally proposed something that I could say yes to. So from July to August, she has been cleaning the house and doing laundry, along with all other chores my housekeeper used to do. For the fact I'm still paying Flora but instead of having her come here, I asked her to take care of the landed property I bought last year for our growing family. I still plan to move there once the babies are
This has got to be the most nerve wrecking moment I've ever had in my entire 33 years life. The babies are due mid of October but when we came in today for our 34th week check-up, Dr Fisher decided to perform an emergency c-section due to the leaking of the amniotic fluid from our daughter's sac. Baby boy was doing fine and growing healthily but we're worried about our baby girl. That's how a few hours later we're in this operation theatre, ready to welcome our bundle of joy earlier than expected. Though Dr Fisher and the paediatrician assured that everything would be okay since they're big enough to be delivered. "Everything's gonna be fine," she tells me as I sit next to her, waiting for the doctors to arrive. She looked scared but she's the one who's trying to assure me so I take her hand and nod. An hour later we have our baby boy in our arms and a few minutes afterwards, we see our baby girl but she is brought straight away to NICU after delivery.I never knew my heart can e
He didn't argue or even say anything when I told him I'm leaving for school so I thought he was fine with it. Clearly he's not because all my messages were not read, all my calls were sent straight to the voicemail, leaving me hopeless as I wonder if he blocked my number? We agreed about my education. We agreed all I have to do is give birth to his children, then I can have my life however I wanted. Two are out, one more to go. Though I have secretly asked the doctor to put an implant so I can go to school in peace. I've learned my lessons carrying the extra weight while attending school. It was exhausting both mentally and physically so I don't care, I refuse to be pregnant throughout this four years bachelor degree. I haven't been in contact with Augustine for 10 months now. Thank God my sisters and parents did share pictures of the babies whenever Augustine brought them to meet my family. I miss my babies so much but I can't contact them; he is still blocking my number. Even my
It was Friday and I waited the whole damn day at the lobby, but he didn't appear at all until I had to leave around 5 when Dani called about Dad's accident at the daycare centre. Turns out he had another heart attack when he was in the bathroom, which made him fall on the floor and hurt his head. The moment I reached the hospital he was still in the operation theatre with Dani, Serena, and Emily already waiting. Only Zoe is missing but she's on her way here since she lives on the other side of the country. Two hours later I don't know if I'm crying because of dad or from the crisis I'm having with my husband who purposely hide my babies from me but I am clearly a mess, that my sisters suggest me to go home and rest. "Go home, hug your babies, and calm down. I promise I'll call you, Evie." Serena assures me but I only sob harder hearing that. I don't have my babies, Serena. It's even worse if I go home and see how empty the house is. So I shake my head, "No, I wanna wait for dad."
His first term was for me to go home, eat, and get some sleep. I was about to protest when he assured me I would not be able to see the babies until I've had at least three hours of sleep. So like an obedient puppy, I ate my sandwich quickly then headed to bed for a nap. Three hours on the dot, the alarm rang that I woke up and ran to every room searching for him but he was gone. There was no trace of him being anywhere, not even at the study. I knew my number was still blocked but I tried anyway and dialled for him. Yup, it was still blocked; it went straight to voicemail. There's no use to send him text messages then. So I called my sisters to know the status of our father's condition. He hadn't woken up but they insisted for me not to come, suggested perhaps I could come at night so they could go home as we take turns to be there. Regardless, I showered and planned to go there, since it hurts too bad to stay home alone. Until I heard the familiar footsteps when I was walking ou
I receive a call from Emily about Dad waking up the moment I get into Augustine's car. The babies are leaving with Emma, who is apparently one of the nannies of our babies, not someone whom Augustine sleeps with. But yeah, I had a great time with my babies, even if it's a short three hours brunch. "So what's up with the names?" I ask him casually even though I'm burning inside. Turns out my baby boy is named Mason, not Austin as we agreed before. And Mimi? Yeah it's not short for Isabelle. Mimi is from Amelia. Fucking Augustine, always has a way to irritate me. And doing things behind my back. "Why did you change their name?" I ask again when he doesn't say anything to my previous question. "Why, Augustine? I wanna know why. Why?" He has high tolerance to my voice, because he doesn't say anything at all throughout the entire ride. I can't believe he would do this kinda thing to me. Hating me, sure. But to hide the fact that he does this without telling me, the mother of those b
"Ma-ma." Have I told you how annoyed I am every time I hear Isabelle calls Emma 'Ma-ma'? She won't call me Mummy, but she calls her Mama all the time. All. The. Time. And when Emma is busy with Austin, she would call Augustine because I'm the last person she wants to be with. There, I'm officially on the lower rank than the nanny, or the daddy. "Mimi, can you give Daddy the crab?" Augustine asks her daughter who's playing sand in front of us as his hand is wrapped around my waist. "Yes, that red crab. Come, baby," he removes his hand off me and holds them out towards Mimi who is crawling with the toy crab. "Do you want to try walking instead? Hmmm? Walk to Daddy?" He's been baiting her with all sorts of techniques to get her to practice walking. Because Austin, I mean Mason, has successfully walked on his own yesterday when all of us were gathering at the living area after dinner. I feel so lucky to be able to see the first time my son walks. And I'm grateful they have a fathe