NATASHAThree days... Three days passed since Michael left, and I hadn't heard a word from him since.Not a phone call, not a voicemail, just a single message he left an hour after stepping out of the door.My heart pounded loudly as my mind entertained a multitude of possibilities about what could have happened to him.I could hardly eat or sleep."Hey, Nat," Laura's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.She held a cake box in her hands while Richie followed behind her, carrying Nathaniel in his arms.After giving me a peck on both cheeks, I returned their greeting."How was the drive?" I asked, attempting to sound cheerful."Don't ask," Laura scoffed. "That guy was so frustrating! Can you believe he didn't bring any diapers for Nathan? We had to ask one of the security guards to buy a pack from the drugstore. It was so embarrassing.""Do you know how many bags you brought?" Richie retorted, making a face at her. "We were only visiting for a couple of days, and you packed like you wer
NATASHAA week passed in a blur, yet I haven't heard anything from Michael, not even a whisper.The news said nothing at all, leaving us blind and deaf to any updates.The day before he left, he promised me that he would return no matter what.But where is he now?Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I noticed my sudden weight loss. My skin was pale, and my face looked as if I had taken drugs.My eyes were a mix of emotions, and my lips couldn't even curve into a smile.I never knew I'd experience something as awful as this.Longing for his warmth, yearning to hear his voice. I miss him.In my hand, the container of my birth control pills.I haven't taken the rest of them since I can't remember when. But the change in my mood, my sensitivity, I'm not foolish enough not to notice how I've become noticeably sensitive.The smell, the emotions. I've been becoming irritable and emotional.Letting out a heavy sigh, I stared back at myself and tried to force a smile."You have to get up
NATASHADark visions clouded my mind, causing dizziness and immobilizing me.My breathing became erratic as panic set in.Where am I?"She's awake," a man's deep voice uttered, increasing my tension.My eyes were covered, and my mouth was gagged. My hands were bound, and I was lost in darkness.How did I end up here?"Call the boss," the same man said, followed by faint footsteps and the sound of a creaking door.I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. I tried to move my hands, but instead, the friction of the rope burned my wrists.With shallow breaths, I tried to recall what had happened.The last thing I remember is leaving the house and going to the bar. I wanted to talk to my father, Quintus, hoping to find solace in someone who understood.Missing someone. Longing for someone.I remember drinking the milk he served me, and then everything went blank.What really happened?My shoulders tensed as the door burst open, as if someone wanted to break it down.The mix of expensive
MICHAELAs soon as I landed, I knew that Frederick had fallen into his own trap. But what unsettled me was the knowledge that he had my wife with him."I'm really, really sorry, honey. I didn't know that this could happen," Mom apologized. She had been repeating her apologies since the moment she saw me.I couldn't offer any comfort because I was torn between my worry and the courage of getting her back.I asked Dad to calm her down, knowing that panicking wouldn't do her any good."Do you have any idea where she is?" Dad asked, and I shook my head."No, but I have someone who could help us," I answered, receiving a comforting pat on my shoulder from him. "I just hope that he won't do anything bad to her."That's what I was hoping for. Her safety. But damn this nervousness was killing me.I left to keep myself focused on this mission because when she's around, I can't focus on anything else but her. All I have in my mind was her smile, her body, her laughter, and her voice.I had to f
MICHAELNo...My eyes reflected the color of smoke and fire as I stared at the yacht. My whole body seemed to be paralyzed for a moment as my heart stopped, watching the debris fall in every direction.Detective Han pulled me behind the SUV to hide from the falling rubble.I couldn't look away, I didn't care if I burned my skin. I was willing to risk my life just to find my wife."No, Mr. Montero!" Detective Han tried to stop me from running towards the burning yacht."Natasha!" I shouted her name as I approached the dock but was pushed away by the heat. "Natasha!"Inhaling the black smoke spreading toxicity in the air, I coughed violently as I tried to get inside.I heard Detective Han calling for an ambulance and firetruck, but I couldn't wait for help. My wife needed me!Many survivors of the explosion jumped into the water to help the injured."Mr. Montero!" Detective Han came from behind me. I knew he was going to stop me from going in, but I jumped into the fire anyway.The yach
NATASHAFive weeks had passed since the day when all the nightmares had ended.Everyone was not ready to open up to the world again, but Michael organized an event exclusively for certain guests and for a cause.Inside the bathroom, I was pacing back and forth as I waited for a minute.In a minute, I would know what kind of gift I would be presenting to Michael. His birthday wasn't until three months from now, but if... "if" it turned positive, I might have to give him a heads up."Okay..." I sighed, closing my eyes as I stood by the sink. "Whatever the result is, I have to embrace it and accept it," I spoke to myself before slowly opening my eyes to see what the test had to show me.One line...Two lines..."Oh my God," I quietly exclaimed.My hands flew to cover my mouth as I blinked multiple times to check if I was seeing it right."I'm really pregnant," I whispered and placed the pregnancy test back on the sink and checked myself in front of the mirror.Ever since Michael came bac
MICHAEL"Calm down, please," Aaron has been reminding me to calm down since Natasha and I arrived at the venue.The whole place is air-conditioned, but I can feel my sweat rolling on my skin.I need to take a deep breath."You'll understand how I feel if you were in my place," I retorted, pulling the collar of my shirt.I feel like choking.My wife, Natasha, I know that we're already married on paper, but I'm going to make it official tonight.I'm going to ask her for her hand.I have Olga and Pierce's blessing, as well as Quintus who's currently chatting with Pierce at the bar while my mother and Olga take time gossiping in one corner with Laura and her husband.And my wife, she just excused herself to the washroom."How long has she been in the washroom?" I asked Aaron. He turned his head in the direction she went and shrugged his shoulders."I don't know, probably around five minutes or so? I think it's women's usual routine. They take their time in the bathroom for hours and spend
NATASHAThe entire event was filled with laughter and joy as the elderly couples began to dance in the middle of the stage, accompanied by the beautiful melodies of the violin and piano. Each sway felt like a soothing lullaby to peace."Let me see the ring..." Laura gasped, looking at my hand in awe. "It's absolutely gorgeous. Richie, take a look!""I'm pretty sure it's worth three times the engagement ring I bought for your sister," Richie told me, earning a playful slap from Laura."That's because you're cheap!""But you still love me, right?" He said uncertainly, wincing as he waited for her response."Where's Nathaniel? Did you give him to Mom again?" Laura demanded, placing her hand on her hip.And there they go again."It was your dad's idea, they wanted to play with Nathaniel," I nodded in their direction and spotted our dad, Quintus, spinning Nathaniel on the floor like a toy."Let them be, Laura. They're having fun!" I told her, trying to get her to relax."Fine, fine!" Laura