EvansI didn't just hear this, did I? Barry smiled as he repeated what he had just said. “Did you hear what I just said?” “Ye—Yes. Amelia and Ramon. Marriage.” I couldn't fathom words to describe this. I was totally speechless and maybe scared. Shit. “We have a lot to plan.” “You're so excited,” I said. “Yes, I am. It is my daughter after all.” “Judging from the little I know about Amelia, she wouldn't agree to your terms easily. What did you do?”Please tell me she didn't agree to marry him. Why Ramon? Why, the fuck?! “Nothing. She simply came to her senses. I am proud she's had some sense.” Had some sense? More like lost it. I was so aggravated after the meeting with Barry. I wanted to do only one thing, make Amelia pay. I sent a really short text, where are you?In no time, the bubbles appeared on the screen, indicating that she was typing. But it stopped. She's never wasted time in answering me. She always does immediately after I hit that send button. What was she doing
AmeliaThere's nothing worse than morning sickness. I hated the fact that I had to hide it, ultimately, I hated it all the way. “Hey Mimi, you coming for a little brunch later?” Becca asked with her head popped into the kitchen from the door. “No, I'll pass.” “You okay?” She asked as she approached me. “Never better.” My dry tone indicated a difference. I held my tummy every time and realized that I had a baby in me. I'm going to be a mother. I've always wanted to be a mother, I did. I always wanted a husband but you see, being pregnant for a man that doesn't want to take responsibility was different. “What's wrong? Tell me.” “Nothing. You can go enjoy your brunch.” “I know you Mimi. You're not alone, I'm always here for you. Is it about the marriage? I know this isn't what you wanted. But you can rethink this”.“I had sex with him. I feel so filthy cause I let him touch me. I let him touch me again and it hurts so much Becca.” I didn't want to cry in front of my sister, but I
EvansI was shit. I knew I was. I wanted her and I wanted to make her mime. I loved her but I was so…scared. She is married now, she'll never be mine. I shut off the whole world as the scotch hit the back of my throat. How was I going to bear it? I can't live without her. I got up from the seat, ordering the waiter to ring up a fresh bottle of whiskey for me. I know I said drinking wasn't in the books. I know I said I wasn't going to anymore. I know I said I wasn't going to go back to this life but fuck that, fuck all I said and more. Just give me this one thing. Maybe drinking is the best fucking option. It fucking is. If I drink and drink and drink then the memories will fade away and I won't think about her face and how much hurt I've caused her. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.She is so young. Way younger than me but I got so close. I wanted to marry her, shit I did. I wanted to do lots more with her. I listened to my voicemail history and most of them were from Gloria, Cassie and Barry. Fu
Amelia“You can sleep on the bed tonight. I'll go sleep in the guest room.” Ramon said as he picked up pillows and a duvet. “Why? It is our wedding night.”“Yes…but. It's so soon to start, you know.” I had just gotten off the phone with Evans and now he doesn't want to touch me. It's not like I want him to touch me, I don't. I just need him to at least do so when I announce my pregnancy, it won't come as a shock.I know, I feel shitty for thinking that too but what would you have me do? “It's not soon. We can start….small. Look, I know it's odd for you, but you should know the same for me too. If you'd like us to be acquainted before any of this then we can.” “It's not that.”“Then?” “It's nothing.” He paused his lips and opened them again as if he wanted to say something. He gave me a long stare and nodded at me before heading to the door. “There goes my husband.” *****“Hey. Good morning.” “Good morning. You're up early.” “Yes. Last night was a long night and I could barely
EvansIt's been a week and I haven't gone to work or done anything else useful. I've avoided my daughter and I just want it to be this way. “Really?” Cressida said as she entered my condo.“I call you and you're here drinking.” “I've been busy.” “You certainly have.” Her eyes roam around the empty bottles and a few smokes here and there. “I thought you quit this.”“I thought I did too. Now why are you here?”“Checking up on you because you're my friend and I was scared if you were dead.”“I'm not dead.” “Evans…what's going on. Is it because of the marriage?” “Don't. Not right now, I've not thought about that in a week.” I've thought about it every day and she knows I'm lying. “Look, I don't know what to tell you to snap out of this. But at least go to your office. You have a shit ton of work. I went over there today thinking you were busy but your secretary informed me about your absence, hence me being here.” “Cheers to that then,” I said sarcasm and uninterest weighed in my
Amelia“You didn't have breakfast yesterday, at least sit-down and eat something.” “I'm not hungry.” “You also didn't sleep at home last night and the night before that. I think I should know about your whereabouts since I'm your wife.” “Pardon me but let me just make this clear any more than it is. We are both in this marriage, not because we love each other but for the benefits.”“Is that why you were angry the other day? I was getting in your business, am I right?” I had never seen Ramon so angry and quiet after he caught me in front of his study. This alone makes me wonder what is behind those doors.“Amelia. I just request you stay out of things I see as private. It'll do both of us good. I don't get in your way, so I'd prefer you do the same.” He said and walked out. I hated this marriage and worse I had to live in a secret. I went to the hospital for a check-up. So far, my baby was sound and doing okay. It was too soon to determine the sex of the child but something about
AmeliaJust as you thought, my marriage has been boring as fuck. My daily life now is a schedule that probably marks on my “things to do list”. One– Wake up and have breakfast. That's if I even have breakfast. The morning sickness kills me now and a lot of things the check prepares smells unsettling. Two– Go into my room and lie on the bed to think. A moment of solitude? Maybe, I don't know Three– Go to see Becca and see how the restaurant is doing. Four– Come back and check if I have check-ups in the hospital and if I don't. Guess what? I rotate the shit again. Ray wasn't home and my bored self decided to explore a little. I made sure the helps were retired to their rooms. I got to his ‘study’ and although, I was expecting it locked. Luckily, I sneaked a key from the chef in the morning. He has the key to every room in the house. I unlocked the door and it was dark. I could barely find my way in properly. The curtains were drawn close and lights were off. Maybe I should go…“Sh
Amelia“Why did you marry me if you love him so much?” “As a dutiful son that I am, I needed to get married and produce heirs. I'm sorry I tricked you into this but you can't blame me. I couldn't have him.” I saw the frustration and longing in Ray's eyes. He did love him and I couldn't do anything about it. “Sean was my father's driver. I remember the day I walked out of my father's apartment. I had just graduated from Princeton, dad was so happy…” He walked closer and sat down on the bed. “A few days after graduation I decided to relax and oh well, I did. I had just broken up with my boyfriend in school and I needed to distract myself. That morning after a raging hangover, I saw Sean standing in front of that Mercedes and he looked so… so beautiful,” he let out a sour laugh. “The only thing I thought then was how can anyone be this beautiful? His broad shoulders pale white skin and well-rounded midsection. He has this amazing black eyes that shimmered and his laugh—damn—it could
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