Pandora blew out a breath as she flipped through the shows. She was on the third week of her maternity leave and she was so bored that she wanted to cry. The first two weeks weren't so bad, mainly because she spent the time getting her boys' nursery ready for them. It was fully decorated, with new carpet, paint, and wall hangings. Their cribs had been put together and made up with bedding, all ready for them to come home to. But after that, she had nothing left to do. She was not planning on buying any clothes for them for another few weeks. Keira and Sia told her to hold off, buying anything else until after her baby shower, which was next weekend. She knew that she was mainly bored as aside from her appointment with Benjamin, she hadn't left her house. Subsequently, she gained a bit of weight. But on the upside, no more strange things had happened since her car broke down three weeks ago. She couldn't believe it when the mechanic said there was water and a multitude of other odd
"No, sorry. That night was the first time I had met him." Pandora let out a long breath, but strangely, she felt relieved that he didn't know Nemo. "How do you two know each other?" Pandora asked, moving this conversation away from her and Vegas. "She's my boss," Royce said with a grin, and she looked at Sia, who was to her surprise blushing. "He's a new employee at my workplace," she told Pandora. A minute ago, she was acting disgruntled– what was up with that? Pandora looked back at Sia, telling her she was sorry with her eyes. "Well, it's been nice meeting you, sort of, again," Royce commented, standing up. "See you tomorrow, Sia," he said before he walked away. Sia turned and watched him, and her eyes moved to him, too. "He has a great ass, right?" Sia hummed. Pandora tilted her head so that she could see Royce's ass, and started nodding with a shrug. "Yeah, it's nice." "Nice? That ass is biteable," Sia told her and she raised her brow. "Is he the reason we're here?" Pando
Pandora glared at him as she took her last bite, "How's Maisey?" she asked him as she wiped her mouth clean with a napkin. "She's doing much better and started physical therapy on Monday." "That's good," she smiled at him. "I bet being at the hospital is driving her insane, more so with the fact that she has four doctors telling her what to do." Benjamin just raised his eyebrow at her. "Her personal doctor, who's treating her," she started by holding up one finger. "Her husband, Caleb, is a doctor.” She held up another finger. "Then there's your dad—another doctor." She held up a third finger. "And last but not least, there is you," she stated, holding up four fingers. Knowing Benjamin as much as she did, she could just imagine he'd be pestering her to do this and to do that just like the other three doctors. Benjamin shook his head and just gave her a sly grin. "Ease off on her," Pandora told him with a wink. "You forgot my sister's a nurse, but even out of all of us medical p
"It's mine. I have the paperwork." She shook her head at him, but he just kept talking. "You are squatting, and I will forcibly remove you," he threatened. She took a larger step away from him and tried to summon as much anger and courage as she could. "Get off my property now," she said pulling out her phone and dialing Milton. "Fucking junky-ass whore," he whispered under his breath. "We know that you're just crashing here." She shook her head at him. If anyone was on drugs, then it was him. "Milton," she sighed as he answered. "I need help! There's some guy and his family here demanding me to leave, saying they own my home." "You're calling your dealer?" The man asked, sounding worried. "No, you twat, I'm calling the police! You're breaking the law!" "Pandora, get inside your home now," Milton ordered at the same time the jerk started talking. "Great, then they can take your squatter ass to jail for trespassing." "I am on my way. I'll reroute a car to you," Milton continued
“Hey, baby, tell me you and Benjamin are on your way home right now.” ‘Benjamin? Nah, he can't mean my Benjamin. Wait he said he's a doctor. There must be loads of doctors named Edward... oh... oh, pain.’ The contraction that hit her brought her straight out of her mental debate to find that Milton was still on his cell. "You want me to be doing what?" Milton gasped and looked sheer white as if he was in shock. "Pandora, I need to see if I can see..." he said, looking at her, and then down to her girlie bits. He carried on looking at her girlie bits as he narrowed his eyes. Pandora snorted in laughter until another contraction ripped through her. If it weren't so painful, she would be laughing her ass off at him. "Milton, you dumbass, I still have my pants on, you aren't going to see anything until they're off!" she yelled at him and frowned as she heard a muffled woman's voice. "All right, all right both of you, stop yelling at me. I catch criminals for a living, not birthing b
She looked down at Jack who was snuggling into her. He looked so small and weak. She could feel him breathing, but it felt different—slower than what it should be. She stroked his small face and he responded by moving. "Is there a chance for you and your husband?" Benjamin asked. And before she could answer, Milton snorted loudly, cutting Benjamin off. He only looked at Milton briefly before he continued talking. "I only ask because that's a nice wedding ring." There was a part of her that doesn't want to talk about Derrik, but she knew Benjamin was just talking to keep her mind off of what was going on. "I never received a wedding ring from Derrik. She ended up with the one my father gave my mom—" She stopped talking and snorted. "She hated it because he only spent three hundred dollars on it. So when she left us, she left the ring, too. My ex-jerk asked me to marry him with a shower curtain ring. I thought it was cute, but now looking back, I can see that he didn't think I was wo
Pandora felt her face pale and shook her head at her. "I wasn't, I swear." Alexis laughed and winked at her. "Oh, I know. Besides, he talked about you. He thought you and Benjamin would've hit it off," she narrowed her eyes as she looked at him. "Did you come to the bar?" She rubbed her head as she closed her eyes. "Can we talk about it after I've seen my boys?" she pleaded with Alexis, but she continued looking at Pandora as if she was trying to figure out a puzzle. "Sure," she said after a few minutes. "Can I call someone for you, like the father?" "If only it was that easy," she muttered. "Can you call my dad and Sia?" She nodded, but had a shell-shocked look on her face, as Pandora told her their phone numbers. "I have a wonderful hospital gown, some lovely new mommy underwear, and pads," Benjamin said, placing the items on her bed. Pandora looked at him, seeing that he had a scrub top on but she could still clearly see his tattoos. "Thank you," she told him, wincing when s
"Breast," she answered as she looked at her boys. A few weeks ago she was unsure, but Benjamin told her both the pros and cons of both options. "The room across the hall has a chair and a breast pump so that you can express your milk. Make sure you label the bottles before putting them in the fridge.""What?" she stuttered. ‘Why is she talking about bottles?’ "We store the breast milk in the bottles. For now, the boys will be fed through a tube. Once they can nurse, you will start doing that," the nurse replied, and Pandora started to feel as if she had reached her limit. "I'll show her," Benjamin announced and started to push her chair out of the room. As soon as he pushed her into the new room, she started to cry into her hands. "Hush, Pandora," Benjamin whispered as he held her to him. "This is not the way we planned it. It wasn't meant to be like this," she sobbed into his chest, and he sighed, rubbing her back. "I know, sweetheart, I know." She sniffled and then took a dee
"Looks like you are going to have a baby," Emily said, showing her the test. "Or maybe two. Knowing you and Benjamin, it will be twins again," she laughed. "Hush," Pandora gritted out and glared at her. "Hey, you never know, it could be three this time," she smiled. Pandora snorted and slapped her arm. "No, thank you! Now, not a word about this to him. I want to surprise him!" Emily nodded. "Just glad I know someone that's having a baby who will be around this one's age," Emily rubbed her tummy as she spoke. "Maybe you'll have a boy and I'll have a girl and they'll get married," Pandora joked. Emily’s eyes lit up and Pandora knew her joke backfired when she got a big smile on her face. "That would be so awesome," she said. Pandora heard Benjamin yell her name and Emily winked at Pandora. "I better get back to work. Text me when you tell him!" "I will," Pandora replied and she opened the door and ducked out. "Give me three minutes, and then you'll be free to get out of here wi
"It was just some homeless man. I really don't know why they even followed up on it. But I was blamed, and then put in jail. JAIL! When I got out, I was a laughingstock. No one wanted to know me. No one, not even the people I had made great. They all left me to rot. My daddy left with all the money he had and started over in another country. I had nothing. I have nothing and it's all your fault." At that point, she stood and charged at Pandora again, but Pandora easily deflected her arms, grabbed her, and held her down as Raegan hissed and growled at Pandora. "Oh shit!" she heard Milton say and he moved quickly to her, restraining Raegan. "I told you to stay away from this place," he said. "This is all your fault. You and that bitch took my life. I was meant to be Mrs. Parks—it was my life!" she yelled and Milton sighed. "Handcuff her. We have to drop her off at the hospital again," he sighed to the female officer as Pandora watched her place handcuffs on Raegan. Pandora stood, a
Their imperfections, and the fact that they didn't want to be perfect, or have a perfect marriage made them able to cope when one of them made a mistake. Thankfully, Pandora was very kind, and since it was Benjamin that normally screwed up, that made him lucky. Benjamin glanced at Pandora who was hugging his mother, and he noticed she had a warm glow around her. He had always seen it, but it had become more evident to him since they renewed their wedding vows. Benjamin wanted—needed—to marry her again, not because they were both drunk the first time, but because he needed her to know that he meant it all and that he wanted her to be his wife. Pandora looked stunning in the wedding dress that Maisey had made her, but he thought she could have worn a trash bag and still shone like a star. She was so happy and cheerful that he made it his vow to make her that happy at least once a day. He hated to let her dance with anyone else at their reception, but it did give her a chance to hold
"Where are we going tomorrow?" Jack asked. "The zoo," Amy answered with a roll of her eyes. "We can't all be great at remembering stuff," he replied, making the rest of them roll their eyes at him. "It's on the family schedule on the fridge... Oh wait, that's right, you don't look at that because then you would need to do your homework," Beth was quick to point out. "You're just jealous that I can do it in five minutes flat and still pass," Jack boasted. "That's not always going to work, and you will no longer be doing the work moments before it's due to be turned in; do you understand me?" Pandora asked him. "But, is it more important to get it done right or promptly?" he asked, making Benjamin stifle the chuckle that was starting to bubble up, knowing he just stepped into it. "No, mister smarty pants, and you'd be wise to use those smarts to mind what you argue. Getting your work done promptly and done correctly are both important and if you keep doing it at the last minute,
"They must have been naughty, they're back to being just mine," he said with a chuckle, knowing full well that they had been fighting all day. He gave her one last kiss before walking away. "Okay, Amy, you're up first," he said, pointing in front of him as he sat down. He took them one at a time, listening to what they each had to say. As it turned out, this was just a fight about whose turn it was to pick something to watch on the television. So as a punishment, he removed their TV time for the rest of the day and the next. "I can't believe I am going to miss watching golf!" Jack tutted. "What am I going to do now?" "You could read, like Amy," Beth told him with a touch of attitude. "I am not reading one of her silly books!" he bit back. "They were Mom's books," Micheal reminded him. "And Dad said he read them, too." "Yeah, I guess, but what about tomorrow? No TV tomorrow and I planned to watch the tournament. I wish school started already." "Jack, we have plans for tomorrow–
Benjamin took his time looking at the screen. He looked over all the measurements and made sure the spine was straight. Next, he paid close attention to the beating heart and found that it, as well as the other organs, were seemingly perfect. He let out a soft breath when everything looked good, and looked up with a smile. "Mackenna," he said softly as she had her eyes tightly closed. "Come on, open your eyes and look up here at the monitor. She's fine– everything looks great," Benjamin whispered. Mackenna had four miscarriages in the past ten years, and where Benjamin couldn't prove that they were caused by the mistreatment that she received at the hands of Derrik, he stood firm in his belief that the drugs he had given her had some long-lasting effects. About eight years ago, Pandora and she ran into each other while out around town. They got talking and Mackenna accompanied Pandora to the tattoo store Benjamin frequented. The couple had planned on getting matching tattoos on the
“On the twelve counts of Identity Theft Fraud, we, the jury, find the accused, Derrik Preston, guilty on all counts.” “On the four counts of Attempted Murder, we, the jury, find the accused, Derrik Preston, guilty on all counts.”“On the three charges of Breaking and Entering, we, the jury, find the accused, Derrik Preston, guilty on all counts.” “On the five counts of Mortgage Fraud, we, the jury, find the accused, Derrik Preston, guilty on all counts.” “On the six counts of Aggravated Assault, we, the jury, find the accused, Derrik Preston, guilty on all counts.” The reading went on, covering all the different charges. Meanwhile, Miriam was wailing. Pandora closed her eyes, feeling a sense of relief, as each charge came back guilty. "Mr. Preston, you have been found guilty by a jury of your peers; you will be remanded in custody and sentenced on Friday at ten a.m.—" "No! No, not my boy! You've made the wrong choice, you stupid people! I'll end you all for doing this to my baby
Benjamin and Pandora arrived just as the court was starting up. First up was Derrik, who sat there for almost three hours, trying to paint himself as the victim. It was hard sitting there listening to him spew out how Pandora was trying hard to ruin him, and she did all that herself to set him up. Miriam was the next to take the stand and she just glared at Pandora as she was sworn in. "I would first like to ask you about your son, who is he?" Derrik's lawyer asked. "Oh, my sweet Derrik is such a good boy. He was a star football player, but she..." Miriam hissed with a nod in Pandora’s direction, "made him give up his dream. She was always bossing him around, telling him what to do, and what to wear. He wasn't allowed friends, and she even tried to stop him from talking to me. But I wouldn't allow that to happen. I would walk through hell for my son." "So, Mrs. Preston, you are saying that Mrs. Parks was controlling your son?" "Oh yes, he wasn't allowed to work because she was af
During her testimony, Pandora learned that she was also known as Brownie. As she continued through the questions she was asked, Pandora had to bite her lip to stop the sobs from coming out. She told the court how she was paid to pretend to be Pandora. It was one thing to hear how she pretended to be her, but then she told the court how Derrik had sex with her several times inside Pandora’s home. She talked about being in Pandora’s bed, and it just about broke her. For the first time since all of it had started, Pandora was grateful that she had sold her home. "We have one more witness, Your Honor," the District Attorney said and with a nod, the Bailiff walked out. "We call Hannah Song to the stand." Pandora looked over to see a girl who looked like a teenager walking in with her head down. She was sworn in but her head remained down. "Can you tell the court your age?" the District Attorney asked. "Nineteen," she answered quietly, so the Bailiff adjusted the microphone in front of