ABBY
I feel like I’ve been in a trainwreck—every inch hurts. My right hand is heavy with something warm. I remember being rescued by cops, and I heard my husband calling me. I also remember being in the hospital, the doctors and nurses were checking me up, then they injected me something for pain, then I fall asleep.
SEBMom has been busy redecorating my penthouse to make very welcoming and homie for Abby. Mom called my place once Sebastian-like—masculine but luxurious. Since I’m already married, and Abby will stay with me, my penthouse should transform into a combination of Abby and me.
ABBYThree weeks later…“So when is the big day?” Becca asks while licking her ice cream from the spoon.
ABBYI wake up earlier than usual. Seb is already in his gym. After kissing me good night last night, he didn’t bother me anymore. I still slept in his arms, though. I want to make love with him, but he still thinks that I have my period. I feel so guilty for lying and for not letting him make love to me. That was the first night that we just end up sleeping without h
SEBIt’s almost dinner when we arrive at the beach house. I show her the rest of the house, and the last one I take her to is the second-floor terrace.“Oh
SEBJesus, please, don’t let me think that. I check her phone while she’s sleeping, but I don’t find anything, or maybe I’m just overthinking, and she’s pressured with moving in and her college. I check
SEBAfter sending a group message to everyone that I’m going to be a dad, I get inside Abby’s room. She’s still sleeping. The doctor advised rest for the night. It’s confirmed that Abby is indeed eight weeks pregnant.
ABBYThirteen months later…I walk through the crowd to search for my family. Today is m
MackenzieAs I expected, the party of Trey Hamilton at the lake house is in full swing. Song of Nicki Minaj is blaring from inside. The
ABBYThirteen months later…I walk through the crowd to search for my family. Today is m
SEBAfter sending a group message to everyone that I’m going to be a dad, I get inside Abby’s room. She’s still sleeping. The doctor advised rest for the night. It’s confirmed that Abby is indeed eight weeks pregnant.
SEBJesus, please, don’t let me think that. I check her phone while she’s sleeping, but I don’t find anything, or maybe I’m just overthinking, and she’s pressured with moving in and her college. I check
SEBIt’s almost dinner when we arrive at the beach house. I show her the rest of the house, and the last one I take her to is the second-floor terrace.“Oh
ABBYI wake up earlier than usual. Seb is already in his gym. After kissing me good night last night, he didn’t bother me anymore. I still slept in his arms, though. I want to make love with him, but he still thinks that I have my period. I feel so guilty for lying and for not letting him make love to me. That was the first night that we just end up sleeping without h
ABBYThree weeks later…“So when is the big day?” Becca asks while licking her ice cream from the spoon.
SEBMom has been busy redecorating my penthouse to make very welcoming and homie for Abby. Mom called my place once Sebastian-like—masculine but luxurious. Since I’m already married, and Abby will stay with me, my penthouse should transform into a combination of Abby and me.
ABBYI feel like I’ve been in a trainwreck—every inch hurts. My right hand is heavy with something warm. I remember being rescued by cops, and I heard my husband calling me. I also remember being in the hospital, the doctors and nurses were checking me up, then they injected me something for pain, then I fall asleep.
SEB“Cops are on their way to the location,” Lincoln informs me after I tell him the address of the land title.It’s twelve miles from my house. Lincoln and I