She was still sleeping when I wake up the next morning. Of course she is, having the luxury of sleeping on the king size bed, while I lie on the couch that is too small for me, struggling to fall asleep because of the blue balls and uncomfortable setting. The thought that I have to stay with her for another three days is killing me. Two hours later she finally joins us for breakfast. I was sitting with my nieces as they share about the new board game their dad just bought them when she leans in for a kiss. "Good morning Baby," she smiles sweetly after the brief kiss. "Good morning Sweetheart." I reply which later she proceeds to greeting the girls and then her children. After spending the whole morning at the beach, all of us have lunch then I settle down at the living area with my nieces to play the board game with them as Eve puts the kids down for their afternoon nap. "Who's winning?" She comes back an hour after gone missing with the twins to the bedroom upstairs, sitting ne
I am beyond exhausted after spending the whole day at the university, running around between classes and labs, only to continue the night with working at the supermarket. Augustine might have paid for my education but I still need food and a place to sleep hence these part time jobs; during the weekend I'd work as a waitress at a fine dining restaurant, making more money that I make with my weekday cashier job at the supermarket but still, I need both jobs so I can afford stuff including a ticket to go back to New York every summer. I miss my babies, I miss the father of my babies, but when I'm this exhausted every single day for the whole ten months, I don't get to feel the loneliness much. Because for every free time I have, I'd look at the pictures I took when we were together during the summer breaks, and right before I managed to dwell into sadness, somebody would call me telling 'break time is over', or I've fallen asleep with book opened, face pasted on the desk. I'm tired.
Two days ago Dad was laughing with me when we watched his favorite show, and Mom was yelling at me for being touchy-touchy with her husband. But today, I've lost both of them. Standing at a corner of the hall, I don't know what to feel as I watch my nieces talk to their mother; Dani with her twins while Zoe with her one year old. Emily at the other corner is being hugged by her husband as Serena talks to some of the guests. I can't accept the fact that we lost Dad for a bacterial infection. He was absolutely fine when I left that morning, but it only took 11 hours for sepsis to happen and he left us just like that. I didn't even get to see him before his last breath. And Mom, she took her own life a few hours later when all of us were mourning over the loss. She cut herself when nobody was looking, only to find her in her pool of blood lying unconsciously in the janitor's closet. If it wasn't for the janitor, we would never know where she was. I can feel my tears welling in my ey
"Why is Mummy still sleeping?" "She's tired, Mace." "But she's been sleeping for so long!" "She'll wake up soon." "Can I open her eyes?" "No.""Just a tiny bit?" "No, Mimi." "I promise I'll close it back. I just wanna open it a tiny bit for one minute." "No Mimi."I slowly open my right eye hearing the warning of a very familiar voice. Is it my mind playing tricks again?"But Mummy is awake now, Daddy!" "No she's not.""She issss!" "Lower down you voice, Mace." "She is! She is!" Mimi jumps up and down as Mason directs his index finger towards me. The huge man turns around with a shocked face, murmuring, "She really is." "Mummy you're awakeeee!" Mimi is already sitting on the bed next to me as Mason runs towards us. "You sleep too long, Mummy!" She frowns as she lies down next to me that I smile and quickly pull her into my embrace, "I miss you so much, Baby." "What about me?" Mason jumps in as I open my arms wider so he can join our hug. "I miss you too, Mace. So much.
The birthday party ended around 4, and the kids were exhausted that they fell asleep in the car during our ride home. I mean, MY home. Just like the rides we've had before when we're going back to the penthouse after a day full of activities that the kids are asleep in the car, we keep quiet and listen to the music until we've arrived at the destination. I don't try to make small talks anymore since the first few times I was only responded with one or two words, or none at all. Perhaps silence is the best ambience. "Thank you for today," I let out my usual gratitude as I unfasten the seat belt. "Thank you for the twins." Hm? Did I hear him wrong? Is he saying thank you to me or it's just my head spinning 'thank yous' since I've been a little nervous about saying it, rehearsing it in my head eventhough I've said the same thing every time he sends me home.It must be it. Silly me. "Alright, see you tomorrow? I guess?" I look at him after I'm out of the passenger seat. "Bye." Wit
I was getting to know my new colleagues and mentor when the phone rang. It was my first day of work so the secretary brought me around the office to introduce me, along with the other two interns- Estelle and Marvin. After the introduction we were sent to our new workstation and that's where I got to know some of my colleagues further. "Excuse me," I smile to them as I take out my phone, the name Parker is pasted on the screen. Huh? Why is he calling me? Is it about the kids? "Hey Parker," I bring myself to a corner for privacy. "Good morning, Miss Evie. Are you free for a chat now?" "Uhh, yeah, I guess. Maybe for a minute or two." I look around to ensure none of my colleagues are watching me; I don't want to leave a bad impression as the intern who's always on the phone since her first day. "Alright, I just wanna know if you're free this afternoon? For lunch?""Oh." It's been a while since we have lunch together. The last time we did was when I handed over the documents for the
His mother has been introducing me to all of her friends that pass by us. My cheeks seriously hurt from the continuous smile I flashed to those people I swear I am this close to investing myself with botox, at least it will make my face permanently smiling eventhough it looks fake. And Augustine, oh God. Enough with the staring already! He doesn't do much, just providing his arm for me to attach myself to him. Though whenever I talk to his Mom's friends, he'd stare at me again making me uncomfortable. "Do I have something on my face? Is it my make up?" I finally ask him when we are alone. His mom is off to the back stage to prepare for the next agenda. "You've been staring." I say it out loud when he makes an expressionless face that I feel the need to explain. "Is it my hair?" I ask as I touch my half updo, "Or my lipstick? Is it my lipstick? My make up?" "Yeah.""Really? Shit." I freak out then look around for a restroom sign. I knew it, it must be something on my face. If not
I've been saving money my entire life but today, I bought so many things I think I've used up three quarter of my first salary as an intern. I purchased two single beds and arranged for them to be placed at the room that used to house the two cribs from when the twins were newborns. I don't know how am I gonna persuade Augustine into letting them spend the night here but I'll think about that later, let's just prepare the room first. I also bought a few outfits for work since it's getting colder and the ones I own are not appropriate for work. Like right now when I thought it won't be this cold that I don a sleeveless grey dress only to have goosebumps all over me on the way home- remind me to put a cardigan or something in the bag from tomorrow onwards. I cover my mouth when I sneeze two minutes after walking from the subway station to the penthouse. Damn it, please don't be sick please don't be sick. I've only worked for a month now I don't want to take any leave at all if it's p
I've given birth to two beautiful baby boys at 38 weeks, thank God we managed to keep them longer compared to Mason and Mimi ten years ago. Both were ridiculously long and heavy I am absolutely grateful I had them via c-section instead of getting my hoo-haa destroyed with how big the boys are. "Mummy," Mason calls me when I'm busy packing my breastmilk prior transferring to the freezer, "We're all waiting for you." He pulls his long face as he looks at me boringly. "Yeah yeah okay, give me a minute. Almost done." We're having our newborn photoshoot at the garden today since we didn't do that with our first twin. Augustine insisted on having it done before the boys are one month old. "Come on girlllll!" Carrie enters the kitchen joining Mason who's already sitting in front of the island, hands under the chin. Did I mention Augustine also invited family and close friends for this casual brunch? Yeah right, 'casual' with a catering crew and a buffet in the garden. I haven't seen wha
"Goodnight Sweetheart," he whispers on my ear as he yawns. He must be tired from everything he does today; work, kids, stuff. While me, who is still on bedrest, is seriously feeling restless by having absolutely nothing to do. I've tried gardening, cooking dinner, watching Netfl!x, and a bunch other useless boring things but I'm sooooo NOT tired that I can't sleep this early. I am full of energy, and these boys too by the way they're kicking me right now. Have I mentioned how horny I've been? That's all I can think of whenever he's with me- those delicious abs, the seductive smirk, deep sexy voice, firm ass, damn he's like a sexual object right now. Which I can only see but cannot touch. "Are you asleep?" I ask him in a low tone. He has stopped stroking my hair so there's a big possibility he already is. "Hmmm?" He hums sleepily. "I want you." "Hmmm." He hums again lazily, clearly uninterested. "I wanna have sex with you." "Hm." Can I take it as a yes? I've asked consent and
For God sake, fuck me already. He has been sticking his hard cock between our body every single night for three months now and yet he hasn't done anything about it. I'm sure I haven't gotten fat, only my tummy is going out a bit but other than that, I'm still wearing the same size. So what's happening? Why isn't he fucking me anymore? Does he want me to fuck him? Like I did before? When he called me his mistress?But I am still thinking. I am still in that thinking (or if we were to be precise; trying-to-accept-his-apology) period so it should be him who does the fucking. Afterall, he's the one who thinks with the dick all the time so what's happening? Why is he not that barbaric, egoistic, sex maniac man anymore? "Are you working today?" He asks on our way to the car after we're done with the monthly check-up. Our babies are healthy and growing, I'm officially in my second trimester now. He opens the door for me so I slip inside the car and sit in the passenger seat. He gets in
It's Friday and I was planning to pick up my wife and kids, uhh, my ex-wife and kids from school and work since 'someone' is gonna have her first sleepover this weekend but again, a crisis happened that I had to stay at work until seven. I fucking left the whole thing to Gerard and fled home eventhough we're nowhere near solving the crisis because there's no way I'm gonna miss the first dinner with them."You're sure about sharing the bed with Mimi?" I ask her when we're cleaning up after dinner. The kids are transferring the dishes from the dining table to the kitchen sink as both of us stand next to the island, packing the leftovers. As usual, she doesn't say anything unless it's necessary so I go further into explaining, "You can sleep in the guest room if you want. It will be a lot more comfortable." And maybe I can sneak in at midnight and accidentally fall asleep there. "K we're done." Mason announces after he puts the last plate there. "I'll load the dishwasher, you guys ca
I don't know what else to do I'm seriously so fucking tired from the work, Eve, and the kids. It's only been four weeks but I feel like I'm already reaching my maximum capacity of tolerating this. Every day I would wake up in Eve's little bed, kiss her good morning and tell her how much I love her, how sorry I still am, and off I go to my house so I can shower and have breakfast with the kids before sending them to school. Work for the whole 8 hours, then pick up Eve from her work place, send her home, back to the kids to have dinner with them and tuck them in bed before going to the apartment to spend the night with my wife. Uhh, ex wife. Mother of my children. I'm tired with this routine, and I feel worse when Eve still won't talk to me. I shouldn't complain because I'm the one who caused all of these but I'm just ranting out here. I don't know what I did, that made Eve refused to talk to me till this day, but I'm beat. So the last trick in my book would be this, bringing her
I can't, because I'm afraid he'd leave again if anything I say would trigger the same mood, if the next time he leaves he'd leave for good, with the kids. He was gone in the morning after an I-love-you and another apology. It's Sunday, so by 10.30 am Charles was already downstairs to pick me up for the fourth Sunday meeting with the twins. We have our baking class today, and as usual Mimi and Augustine will be in one team while Mason and I in another. "You seriously think I'd believe that?" Mimi shakes her head in disbelief as she stirs the bowl in front of her. We're learning how to make apple pie today."You never complained." He shrugs as he keeps on slicing the pastry."Because you look like you believed your own story," she shrugs too, it's cute how those two are behaving the same way and not realising it, "Didn't wanna crush your heart."He scoffs, finally looking at her, "Didn't wanna crush my heart? I was doing that so 'I' won't be crushing yours and Mason's heart." "Well
'Disappear from my life for all I care, you're dead to me.'I'm awake in tears as I've been the past four days. The same line keeps on looping in my mind when I'm in subconscious mind and eventually forces me to wake up in the middle of the night that I'd cry until I've fallen asleep again or the morning comes. I keep my eyes closed despite the tears staining my cheeks, because it sucks to open your eyes to this dark, cold night only to realise I'm pathetically crying alone in my bed. "I swear I'm not lying, I swear Augustine. I really didn't plan for this." I swear with my own life that I don't plan for this baby. I swear I never planned to use anything against him. I'm beyond grateful to spend time with the twins once a month, why would I do something to upset him when I'm trying my best to make him happy so I can see the twins every Sunday instead of just fourth Sundays.'We haven't been pregnant the whole time and you expect me to believe that now? When I've confessed my feeling
I regretted what I said the moment those words rang in my ears but I left anyway, because I couldn't take the sight of her crying face anymore. How could she lie to me after all the promises she made? Even if she doesn't love me anymore, how come she has the heart to manipulate our situation into this? Using another baby? She fucking swore she won't do it. Why would she drag another life into this? After three days I've finally calmed down and go back to the penthouse. We need to talk, and lay down the plan. I don't want that innocent baby to be caught in the middle like Mason and Mimi were. They end up not getting their mother's love for five years, thanks to my hatred towards her. I don't want that to happen to the baby. Everybody deserves their mother's love, and I'm too old for this revenge shit. But the penthouse is empty. For the fact it's almost 11 now. It's not Friday night so she's not having her girls night. Where is she? "She's home." "I 'am' home, J. She's not here."
I can't just 'whatever' her, because I love her. Even if I want to 'whatever' her so bad, I care. I fucking care about her. I care every bit of her to the point of noticing even the littlest thing, of how she has changed these days as if she's trying to distance herself from me. Every time I arrive at the penthouse after tucking the twins to bed, I would always find her already sleeping. For God sake, it was only 8pm when I got there but she had already dozed off either on the bed or on the couch, in her work clothes. At first I wondered if she had been staying up when I go home after we finish fucking, if she continued working until late at night hence the lack of sleep. But it happened every single day. She couldn't be working every night, and back then before the fight, she never did this so...I hate to think this is one of her ways to not have sex with me- I had to be this inconsiderate, horny old man who'd wake a tired, snoring lady just to claim his good time. Sounds like a