“You forget I know you better than you know yourself brother” he takes a seat opposite me. “Ava” her name slips out of my mouth in an anguished tone. “You care about her” “Of course I fucking care about her. She’s the mother of my son” I snap at him, frustrated. The whole thing was frustrating m
Ava. I’m cleaning the house. A thorough cleaning just to keep my mind off things. I’m still coming to terms with the fact that I’m pregnant. When Rowan rejected the idea of us having another baby. I all but gave up on giving Noah a sibling. Now I have another baby on the way and I didn’t know how
Kissing him all over his face, I hold him tighter. “Mom!” he giggle, but he doesn’t push me away. “I’ve missed you so much! How are you here right now?” I ask him as I pull away a little though I don’t let him go. We were both on the floor, but I didn’t care. I was just so fucking happy to have h
Ethan When I put my plan in motion, I never expected to fall in love with her. That was the biggest hindsight known that has ever happened to me. I thought it would be easy. Just kill her and I would have everything I’ve worked for. I didn’t know that it would turn out to be harder than anything I
Just as that thoughts crosses my mind another one crashes inside my head painfully. “You’re here to tell me you don’t want the baby and are getting an abortion, right?” I ask her stiffly, every joint in my body locking. She looks up sharply at me. Fire burning inside those brown orbs. For a moment
Ava. I sat at a private booth enjoying a piece of cake. Noah was spending the night at Rowan’s so I was child free tonight. I was feeling good for some reason. In that good feeling, I decided to grab something to eat. I was in the mood for some comfort food. That’s why I was currently here eating
I shrug “Sure, if that’s how you want to take it” “One word from me and Rowan will be on your ass…we’ve danced this game before Ava. You know all I have to tell Rowan is that you’ve been rude to me and he will blow up on you” Before, that would have made me bow down. I desperately didn’t want to h
“Ava can we please talk?” mother pleads when I move to leave. I stare at her, not sure what she wanted. What was there to talk about? Hasn’t everything already been said and done? “There isn’t anything for us to talk about, Mother” I insist. Looking back, I see now how I made a distinction when i