It's almost lunch and I've been at this meeting for nearly 2 hours now. Although, I finally understood why I needed to be here. There were a lot of changes with the board members.
Thankfully, I chose the right CEO for my father's company. I could never successfully run an IT company.
"Madame Waters, do you adhere to the changes of the board?" one of the members asked, bursting my thought bubble.
"Uhm, I empathize with the board's concern and gladly appreciate its initiative. So far, I do like the idea of it, nevertheless, give me some time to review the proposal. Have all these documents sent to Mr. Kendrick's office after this meeting, I'll be waiting there."
"And as to the release of the board resolution?" another asked.
One of the things that I hated about being in a relationship is having to fight. Who doesn't, right? Apparently, it's part of the package, which is why I was avoiding entering into one.But Blake is different, he's special. One might say that he is worth the fight. Unfortunately, as of the moment, he feels less special right now. He had no right to barge in like that. Now, I know I have my fair share of fault too, as to not being able to update him of my whereabouts.At the moment, we just finished eating our very awkward lunch. "What time are you going back to work?" I asked, breaking the silence between us."In a few minutes. Are you headed home next?" He asked, still worried about me. I find it very cute but I waive it off as my pride is still having its way.
I was dreaming of Blake coming home to me. He was crying and apologizing for what had happened. But there I was apologizing to him as well for my stubbornness. We were about hug when I felt a real set of arms touch my body that awakened me.I looked beside myself and smell a very drunk Blake. He was a mess. His hair was all over the place, polo was unbuttoned halfway down and untucked. He had his eyes closed and was mumbling something incoherent."Oh my God, Blake, you reek of alcohol!" I screamed trying to peel his arms away."Ssssshh. Be quiet, we might wake the baby," he slurred."What?! Blake, you are so drunk!" I pointed out the obvious."I am? Oh shit. I'm sorry, Maddy," he tri
It was already 11 AM when Blake and I decided to have breakfast after our make-up rendezvous. We really do patch things up physically. We were talking about the wonders of eggs in all the meals when his phone rang. He went to the bedroom to get it and I heard him answer with;"Hello?""Yes, this is he.""Hi, Johnny! How's it going?"Johnny? Was it his johnny friend from the restaurant last week? Oh, wait, yeah, the barbeque party was today!"That was today? Oh, shit. Sorry, man. Yes, of course. Let me check with Maddy and I'll let you know. Okay, bye."I acted as if I wasn't just listening to his
I acted as if I wasn't shocked. I turned away and headed for the table for something to drink. Why should I have to be sober for this?!Amidst all the chattering that was happening like three feet away from me, I heard Bianca call out for Blake."Blake!" I felt the cheerfulness of her tone. I'm more scared of how is Blake going to handle this than feeling jealous and possessive over the ex-lovers."Bianca," Blake replied in monotone. Oh, no. Does he need me?"How are you?" She asked. There's something about her tone that I can't help but think that she's still really into him."I'm good. I didn't know you were going to be here," he said with all honesty.
I woke up the next morning to the smell of pancakes and Michael Buble's voice echoing all over Blake's apartment. I stood up, stretched my pregnant body, and followed the mouthwatering smell to the kitchen."Good morning!" Blake cheerfully greeted. Only Blake can pull off a very attractive look only with a plain white shirt under a "Men CAN Cook" apron and a pair of Johnny Walker boxer shorts. "Breakfast?" He asked, pointing to a big pile of pancakes on the counter and interrupting my thoughts. "Yes, please!" I happily accepted, jumping on the chair and grabbing the bottle of syrup greedily."Hey! Hey! Leave some for me!" Blake warned, pointing a spatula to me. I playfully replied, "Not a chance!" He laughed and finished the last few pieces of pancakes and sat beside me. He offered me fresh juice as he sipped on his hot coff
I'm not quite sure when Blake got here and how I didn't hear him come in or open the door. I guess I was drowning too much in my own thoughts that I didn't hear him. Or maybe Chelsea set this whole thing up. I gave my best friend an "are you kidding me?" look and she just acted all innocent like she didn't know Blake was behind me.I let out a very deep and heavy sigh. I closed my eyes in frustration. I just can't with the level of drama lately."Oh, hey, Blake! Uhh, I'll give you, guys, some privacy," Chelsea propped up and made her way to my bedroom."Maddy, please," Blake slowly made his way to me. "I'm so sorry." I can feel him hesitating, whether to touch me or not. I'm like a ticking time bomb and the hormones are only adding more fuel to the fire.&n
My Sunday morning was quite the roller coaster ride and thankfully, it ended with a climactic finale—if you know what I mean. Blake was still panting from our makeup rendezvous, while I was reeling from the intensity of it. "That was...different," I fail to describe what just happened. "I know, right? I didn't know we had it in us," he replied with a chuckle of disbelief. He stretched his arm and directed me to come closer to him. "You know what, come to think of it, I now understand how we ended up pregnant," I joked. "Ha! Very fun!" He mustered. "So, Maddy..." Blake's tone shifted. Oh, crap. I'm not ready to handle reality just yet. "Blake, please. Not yet." I stopped him before we ruin the moment. "Fine. I won't put too much pressure on you. Basically, we'll continue what we're doing, just with a child on the way," he summed up. "Exactly!" I answered too quickly. He shot me a betrayed look and so I quickly added, "But! There's a but
My name is Madison Waters.My heart has been broken one too many times. I've given up on love and on relationships since last year. I'm done trying to find "Mr. Right," that's for sure.Right now, I'm lounging on my sweet expensive sofa, sipping on a cold beer as I watch a movie on the TV. I'm waiting for someone to arrive. This person has been with me since I broke my heart last year. We share the same sentiments on love and on relationships.Looking back, I still find it funny that we were both getting wasted at the same bar after breaking up with our partners last year. I could still remember him handing me a glass and telling me, "he's an ass. You were stupid to have fallen for his ass-ness."I just looked
My Sunday morning was quite the roller coaster ride and thankfully, it ended with a climactic finale—if you know what I mean. Blake was still panting from our makeup rendezvous, while I was reeling from the intensity of it. "That was...different," I fail to describe what just happened. "I know, right? I didn't know we had it in us," he replied with a chuckle of disbelief. He stretched his arm and directed me to come closer to him. "You know what, come to think of it, I now understand how we ended up pregnant," I joked. "Ha! Very fun!" He mustered. "So, Maddy..." Blake's tone shifted. Oh, crap. I'm not ready to handle reality just yet. "Blake, please. Not yet." I stopped him before we ruin the moment. "Fine. I won't put too much pressure on you. Basically, we'll continue what we're doing, just with a child on the way," he summed up. "Exactly!" I answered too quickly. He shot me a betrayed look and so I quickly added, "But! There's a but
I'm not quite sure when Blake got here and how I didn't hear him come in or open the door. I guess I was drowning too much in my own thoughts that I didn't hear him. Or maybe Chelsea set this whole thing up. I gave my best friend an "are you kidding me?" look and she just acted all innocent like she didn't know Blake was behind me.I let out a very deep and heavy sigh. I closed my eyes in frustration. I just can't with the level of drama lately."Oh, hey, Blake! Uhh, I'll give you, guys, some privacy," Chelsea propped up and made her way to my bedroom."Maddy, please," Blake slowly made his way to me. "I'm so sorry." I can feel him hesitating, whether to touch me or not. I'm like a ticking time bomb and the hormones are only adding more fuel to the fire.&n
I woke up the next morning to the smell of pancakes and Michael Buble's voice echoing all over Blake's apartment. I stood up, stretched my pregnant body, and followed the mouthwatering smell to the kitchen."Good morning!" Blake cheerfully greeted. Only Blake can pull off a very attractive look only with a plain white shirt under a "Men CAN Cook" apron and a pair of Johnny Walker boxer shorts. "Breakfast?" He asked, pointing to a big pile of pancakes on the counter and interrupting my thoughts. "Yes, please!" I happily accepted, jumping on the chair and grabbing the bottle of syrup greedily."Hey! Hey! Leave some for me!" Blake warned, pointing a spatula to me. I playfully replied, "Not a chance!" He laughed and finished the last few pieces of pancakes and sat beside me. He offered me fresh juice as he sipped on his hot coff
I acted as if I wasn't shocked. I turned away and headed for the table for something to drink. Why should I have to be sober for this?!Amidst all the chattering that was happening like three feet away from me, I heard Bianca call out for Blake."Blake!" I felt the cheerfulness of her tone. I'm more scared of how is Blake going to handle this than feeling jealous and possessive over the ex-lovers."Bianca," Blake replied in monotone. Oh, no. Does he need me?"How are you?" She asked. There's something about her tone that I can't help but think that she's still really into him."I'm good. I didn't know you were going to be here," he said with all honesty.
It was already 11 AM when Blake and I decided to have breakfast after our make-up rendezvous. We really do patch things up physically. We were talking about the wonders of eggs in all the meals when his phone rang. He went to the bedroom to get it and I heard him answer with;"Hello?""Yes, this is he.""Hi, Johnny! How's it going?"Johnny? Was it his johnny friend from the restaurant last week? Oh, wait, yeah, the barbeque party was today!"That was today? Oh, shit. Sorry, man. Yes, of course. Let me check with Maddy and I'll let you know. Okay, bye."I acted as if I wasn't just listening to his
I was dreaming of Blake coming home to me. He was crying and apologizing for what had happened. But there I was apologizing to him as well for my stubbornness. We were about hug when I felt a real set of arms touch my body that awakened me.I looked beside myself and smell a very drunk Blake. He was a mess. His hair was all over the place, polo was unbuttoned halfway down and untucked. He had his eyes closed and was mumbling something incoherent."Oh my God, Blake, you reek of alcohol!" I screamed trying to peel his arms away."Ssssshh. Be quiet, we might wake the baby," he slurred."What?! Blake, you are so drunk!" I pointed out the obvious."I am? Oh shit. I'm sorry, Maddy," he tri
One of the things that I hated about being in a relationship is having to fight. Who doesn't, right? Apparently, it's part of the package, which is why I was avoiding entering into one.But Blake is different, he's special. One might say that he is worth the fight. Unfortunately, as of the moment, he feels less special right now. He had no right to barge in like that. Now, I know I have my fair share of fault too, as to not being able to update him of my whereabouts.At the moment, we just finished eating our very awkward lunch. "What time are you going back to work?" I asked, breaking the silence between us."In a few minutes. Are you headed home next?" He asked, still worried about me. I find it very cute but I waive it off as my pride is still having its way.
It's almost lunch and I've been at this meeting for nearly 2 hours now. Although, I finally understood why I needed to be here. There were a lot of changes with the board members.Thankfully, I chose the right CEO for my father's company. I could never successfully run an IT company."Madame Waters, do you adhere to the changes of the board?" one of the members asked, bursting my thought bubble."Uhm, I empathize with the board's concern and gladly appreciate its initiative. So far, I do like the idea of it, nevertheless, give me some time to review the proposal. Have all these documents sent to Mr. Kendrick's office after this meeting, I'll be waiting there.""And as to the release of the board resolution?" another asked.
It's Friday and it has officially been five days since Blake and I decided to romantically be together. Of course, this is all thanks to our unexpected unborn child.Blake has been all up my pregnant business—cooking for me all the time, making sure I drink the right kind of milk or eat the right kind of food. Drive me around to wherever I want to go. It's crazy. Don't even get me started on the books he bought about babies and how to be good parents.I haven't said anything or negatively reacted to anything yet because I didn't want to ruin this for him. Our current situation lightened him up so bright that I feel like it's making him whole again. This little melon inside me is somehow fixing him.His mood has changed completely. He's always excited about the l