Amelia Evans didn't look back. It felt weird, the way he left in such a hurry. It's never happened before, it's not like he worked for someone or something, he is the freaking owner of the company. I sighed ignoring the weird feeling in my chest, even owners have bad days sometimes. I looked around, it seems that Becca thought we were going to fuck, but she hadn't come back. “Yo,” I said as I entered the kitchen. I had searched for Becca in her room and the garden, the kitchen was the last place because Stephanie hadn't returned from school.“Oh? I didn't expect you to be quick” She was chopping some veggies.“Me either. He had something urgent to take care of so he left.”Becca paused her chopping and stared at me, “You okay?”“Yeah? I just felt weird, the way he rushed out made me feel weird.”“I want to ask if you guys are okay bet I just saw you over each other. Except if that was a lie?”“No, no, we're good. We didn't fight or anything.”“Then there's nothing to worry about.
Amelia Stephanie squealed in delight as Becca and I pushed the door open. After a lot of planning and redesigning, our home was finally ready. Becca decided to decorate the room she'll be sharing with her daughter based on Stephanie's preferences.A brave choice if you ask me. I can't imagine waking up to stare at SpongeBob’s face on the ceiling. But, Stephanie was pleased.“Thank you, Mummy and Aunt Mimi. This is so pretty!!” I smiled, she was right but the decor just wasn't for me.Dad has not yet come to terms with the fact that we moved out but he hid it pretty well from Stephanie. “Grandpa look, mummy made our room blue and filled with Nemo and SpongeBob! It's beautiful right?”“Of course darling. You're mom knows what's best for you.”He also has been trying to get back into Becca's good grace.Becca snorted, “Drop your bag, sweetie. Mummy will make lunch for you.”“Okay. Can I have toast?”“That's a breakfast love” I replied petting her hair.“I know but that's what I want.”
Amelia “Princess…”“Hmm?” I looked up at him. We were enjoying a quiet day indoors.“Do you think we should put a pause on this?”What!! Calm down, let's hear him through.“Why?”“This deal I'm trying to get is taking most of my time and attention. I don't want you feeling left out or ignored.”“Don't worry. I'm not satisfied with what little I've seen of you recently but I understand, besides, sooner or later you will get the deal. I don't see the need to pause anything.”“I don't deserve you,” he said with a small frown.“I know,” I teased, inching down his body.“What are you doing princess?”“Seducing you.”I started trailing my lips down his chest. It's been a week since we moved and this was the third time that Evans was here. And I finally had him in my bed after my not-so-long period of abstinence. Becca was out with Dylan and Milo while Stephanie was in school.“I don't have that much time.”“I know. You just have to spend it with me, in me, under me and above me.”“That's
EvansI couldn't make out what was on the screen. I've been going over and over the proposal for the deal, I could have given someone to do it but this was important to me. This important deal and also a lie. I sighed and switched off the laptop, there was no point staring at it if I wasn't computing anything. A cheat. That's how low I have sunken because of feelings for the wrong person. Unresolved feelings that should have been left in the courtroom when our divorce was finalized.What was I doing? Intentionally hurting Amelia. It wasn't too late to stop, was it?My phone rang,“Boss,” Nicholas said when I answered.“What's the problem?”“Ms. Amelia is in the hospital…”“What?! Send me the location.” I snatched my keys and walked out. “I’m not coming back Melanie, don't stay late.”“Thank you, boss. Have a good night.”“You too.”“What's the situation about Nicolas?”“Gloria pushed her into a pool, her friend pulled her out and one of the guys performed CPR on her.”Keeping a chai
Amelia “Just a little longer Mimi, I'll help you out soon.”“But I'm tired already Mom. My arms hurt already.”“Just give me a minute.”What was mom doing? I was tired of swimming, the only thing holding me afloat were the floaters on my arms. There was a time when I was ashamed of my inability to swim and the fact that I was using floaters as a teenager. But, mom said she'll teach me and she's been doing that.“Mom?”No answer.“Mom?”Wasn't her voice coming from the kitchenette close to the pool? Why isn't she answering me?“Mom?”Nothing.Something must be wrong. Did she fall? I didn't hear anything?I started swimming to the edge, “Mom? This isn't funny… shoot!!”Sharp pain rolled through my left leg.“Mom!!... My leg hurts..”I started panicking, I couldn't feel my leg. “Mom!!” I called, flapping my arms to keep myself afloat. “Help!! Help!!... Dad!!”My arms were getting tired. “Mom!!... Dad…” My throat was sore and my voice was getting hoarse.“Help…” I could feel myself sin
Amelia The room was silent. My mind won't settle down enough for me to sleep. Becca had left to spend the night with Stephanie, she wasn't yet comfortable with leaving her for the night even if Dylan was with her.Dad had come to check up on me but he had to go home. His new lover was living with him, in our house. I wasn't sure about how I felt about that. The girls had different things they had to attend to, I pressured them to live, and the only reason they listened was because I was leaving in the morning.The ticking of the clock and the beeping of the heart monitor played an odd rhythm that kept me from sleeping. Giving up on the idea of sleep, I decided to take a walk.Hospitals had a spooky feel at night even though the lights were almost blinding and people were still moving, there was just something about the place. I ignored the hair standing at the back of my neck and continued my stroll.Evans had come to see me but his timing sucked. Dad was also there so they had to le
Amelia Stephanie gasped, “Mummy how come Aunt Mimi gets to eat ice cream in the morning and I don't?”“She's an adult sweetie, she can decide what is best for her by herself” Becca replied distractedly, her focus on the pancakes she was frying.I giggled at her response.“So you're saying I have to reach Aunt Mimi's age first?”“Pretty much.”I didn't add to the conversation. The cold pleasure of simple vanilla-flavored ice cream melting on my tongue was distracting.“Why is everything an age thing?”I chuckled, waiting to hear Becca's response to that. Stephanie was getting a lot more curious about things, it was both sweet and annoying to Becca.“That's to keep you expecting. It won't be exciting if you do everything there is to do now and have nothing left for the future will it?”“I don't know,” Stephanie replied confused.“For example, you're looking forward to becoming an adult right now aren't you?”“Yes.”“The simplest reason is because you want to have ice cream for breakfas
Amelia“It's Gloria, isn't it?” He sat there, not uttering a word.“I'm talking to you, Evans.” “Amelia—”“So what will you do? Leave me?”“I didn't say that.” He said without looking at me. Why is he hurting me so much? This hurts me so much and he doesn't know that. “But you thought it.” “Why would you ask if the baby was yours? I have only ever been with you Evan, no one else. Why would you disrespect me like that?” “I just need to be sure. We have this relationship and now there's a child? I need time to think.”“Think?!” He didn't just say that. Think? And what was I to do? “Yes. I need space.”“I have gone through a lot with you. I have shared your pain, I have cried with you. I have made myself readily available for you and now that I need you the most, you want to think?”“You won't understand. I have my ex-wife back and my child.”“Your child? The child I carry isn't yours then? Is that what you mean?”“What do you mean then?” “I just–” He holds a handful of his hair in
Song: Your Song by Rita OraThree years later…“Stop!” I giggled as I dodged his hands. “Stop!” I laughed this time as his large arms wrapped round my chest. “What? I'm not doing anything,” he denied.“Yes, you are. Stop tickling me.” “Don't you have work to do?” I asked him as I turned to face him. “Hmm?” “I don't have work to do,sorry.” He made a sad face and smiled.“Urghh…don't do that. I thought old people aren't meant to make those faces?” “I'm forty-four, and I am not old.” “You are to me.” “Says the twenty-five year old…”“No, says your wife.” I cupped his cheeks and pressed my lips against his. I had missed him a lot. He just got back from a trip last night, and he's been over me since. I mean, I did miss him but…Well—Hell. I'm a fucking liar. I missed him a lot. I was about to say something when I got interrupted by the knock on the door. “Come in,” I said. Dia came running in with Becca behind her.“Daddy! Daddy!” she said as she immediately jumped onto her fat
Amelia6 months later…“I'll hold her.” “What if she cries or she needs something?” “Mimi, Dia is fine, today is your day so go…have fun.” “How do I look?” I asked my sister.“So so good. The dress looks perfect on you. Now go walk on that aisle like a boss,” she smiled and cradled Dia in her arms. “Ready?” Cressida came in and asked. Her eyes immediately landed on me and she gasped.“Oh my god, you look so gorgeous.”“She is the bride after all, she should look good.” Frankie said as she came in.I gave a warm smile and clenched my hands together. I was nervous but I was really so happy. “The bridesmaid is here to take you, your Highness,” Frankie smiled as she gave a bow. “I don't know if…” “Enough! You look beautiful. You're getting married, no negative thoughts. No negative thoughts, okay? Mom will be so proud of you.” That warmed my heart.That made me feel content. As Frankie took my hand and walked out the dressing room with me, I knew this was it. I was getting marrie
Evans“Shit!” I cursed as I helped her into the car. I drove as fast as I could, unsure what to do.“You…you okay?” I looked back at her. She wasn't saying anything.“Please Amelia, communicate!” “Evans….I love you but baby, shut the fuck up and drive the damn car, right now!” Her scream came out as a cry. In no time, we were in the hospital. Her water broke in the car and she needed immediate attention. While she was being wheeled into the labour room, I called Becca and Hans immediately. Minutes later, they walked into the waiting room. Seriously, did they jump from the sky? “Is she in?” Becca asked.“Yes,” I answered. “They won't let me in. And I'm…” “She'll be fine,” Becca reassured me. I tried to stop my trembling hands from shaking. “I don't know why they've refused me to go in!” I stood up and punched the wall in frustration.“Calm down, man.” Hans said.“Let's just sit here and wait. She'll be okay. She's a strong girl.” AmeliaAs I lay on the bed, head facing the cei
Evans I have planned this. I hope this goes well and it wasn't fucked up by Hans. I still hate him, but he has been a good guy. Hans is a great guy but he can be shady, and that just fucks things up for his character. My fingers trembled on the steering. I shouldn't be nervous about this. I have been planning the proposal for weeks now. I know she was expecting it sooner, and it did make me feel like a dick but I had to wait. I've pre-planned this. Two weeks of thinking of the perfect proposal, four weeks of looking for the perfect spot/restaurant/ any place, really. One week of constant training. I had written a little note and slipped it into my pants pockets. I looked at her again. I hope this works. Amelia looked at me with raised eyebrows when we stopped at the same hotel where Barry had his gala months ago. “I thought we were eating out?” I held my breath, “We are. I have something to show you. Come.” After we got out of the car; we entered the hotel and were welcomed by
Amelia“Okay. Then I agree to this. To all of it.” Saying those words made me hurt but I knew I had to do it. I had to let my dad go. “Is this what you want, Princess?” Evans asked and I simply nodded my head, hiding my sobs. “Okay,” he responded and signed the papers. My dad looked at the both of us, his eyes filled with nothing but content. Not envy or greed but content. I love my father. I will always love him no matter what. “Will you atleast come when we have the baby?” “Yes, I will. I promise to come see my grandchild.” And with that, my dad gave me a long look and a, “please take care of her,” to Evans and walked away. “Baby…” I didn't realise I was crying until Evans was at my side, wiping my stained cheeks with his thumbs. That day was spent on his laps, sobbing and eating popcorn. ****“Fuck me,” he groaned as i shifted again on his chest.“Sorry.” I totally forgot he needed more rest. My whole weight was on him throughout the night. “You don't have to apologise.”
Amelia“You just got discharged a few days ago. I'm not letting you go anywhere.” “Why not?” He looked at me with his bowl of cereal in his hand. “I won't let you go anywhere, understand?” “You're being bossy. I'm fine. I'm well, I just have…I have work to do.” “Why are you so stubborn Evans?” “Why are you so reluctant and bossy, princess?” I rolled my eyes and watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. We just got discharged six days ago, there is no way I'm letting this man walk out of this house to go work.“I'll be careful. Nicholas will be there.”“No.”“What if I bribe you?” “Yeah, right.” I said as I poured the coffee into the mug and dropped a spoonful of sugar into the mug.“I love seeing you bossy. It makes you sexier. Maybe next time you can wear a police outfit and boss me around just like this?”“Haha, funny. I know you can work from home. So do just that.” “Oh, you are such a sexy wife.” I didn't dwell on the fact that he just called me his wife. His phone rang,
Amelia“Ms Reynolds,” the doctor said as he walked up to me. “Yes doctor,” I jumped on my feet immediately. “I have good news,” he said. He could clearly see the worry and sadness in my sore eyes. Everyone in the hospital knew about me. I had gone to pray in the hospital's church and met a woman, sue comforted me. God bless her. She had her own worries too, but she listened to me. Spared me a napkin and we both cried. We both cried for me.“What's the news?” “Mr Scott is fine. He is conscious now. We had to extract the toxic poison from his body before it caused any more damage. He was already losing strength and with the toxin still roaming free, there was a higher chance of it causing a stroke or worse. We had no other option to save him. I am really sorry if this made you worried, I hope you can understand.” “It's fine doctor. Thank you. Can I see him now?” “Yes, but he is still weak. We've administered some medications and drips to help give him strength. But yes, you're f
Amelia Ignoring the tiny twinge of discomfort in my ankles, I paced. Have been pacing for a while now.They won't tell me anything. Nicholas, Kelly, even Thomas. They knew something but they won't say.Why won't they tell me? I was Evan's, the mother of his child. I deserved to know what was wrong.It was tempting to look at the clock to know how long he had been in there. How long the doctors were taking to surface.“Nicholas, tell me what's wrong, please.” He averted his gaze but I won't be discouraged. “Nicholas…” I wadled to his line of vision, “... tell me. You don't have to worry about my reaction and the baby will be fine. Just tell me.”He remained mute.“Mimi…” I heard Becca say behind me.I clutched the front his shirt with both hands, finally gaining his attention. “Tell me right now or so help me God…”Freeing him immediately at the sound of a door opening, I abandoned the idea of trying to force the answer out of him and turned to the doctor.My heart fell with disappoin
Amelia It's been two days since that day. Since he was shot and it feels like death already. Kelly stroked my hair and carried the plates out. I have been eating, just because of the baby and the fact that Evans would be mad at me when he does wake up if I skip meals.But it's been hard. So hard.“Baby…” I blinked my tired and swollen eyes as I grabbed his left hand. “Don't you think it's time to wake up?”Nothing. Just stillness under his eye lids that I was scared of.“I need you Evans,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and tiny from the countless tears I had shed. “Please…”His thumb didn't give my hand a little stroke like I desperately wished for. It just laid there in the silence. They said everything was okay now, that it was just a matter of waiting for him to wake up.“Babe, don't do this Evans. Look at me, get up and look at me,” the quiver in my voice drew my attention to my wet cheeks. “Oh..” I was crying again.The door opened. I didn't bother to look up, it was the nurse