Alexia. Michael and I entered an expensive cafe in the middle of the city. He was in grey shorts, a black long sleeved shirt and his hair was neatly gelled back. I wore a white dress with a red rose floral pattern, my waves were in a loose ponytail and sunglasses were propped at the top of my head. It was a really warm summer afternoon and a nice day for a picnic but Michael's mood was intimidating even me. In all honesty, I was excited to see his mother but I was also nervous of what she'd say about my relationship with him. Although he said that I shouldn't mind what she said, she was his mom so her opinion was important, right? I looked at Michael. He was frowning, a crease in between his brows. Even during the one hour drive here, he was oddly quiet and looked like he was deep in thought. I didn't know what to say and honestly, I didn't want to disturb whatever was going on in his head. "She's over there," he said as he put an arm around my waist. I leaned more on him, my hand
Michael. After Alexia drank two cups of her juice, she quickly dozed off next to me. I smiled as I watched her rest peacefully and she clung to me unconsciously with her arm over my stomach. My head was resting on my arm and despite my thoughts and feelings being all over the place, she was like a ray of light. A gentle and sweet ray of light that gave me relief and happiness. Despite her trusting nature being cute, that part of her really worried me. A frown soon replaced the small smile on my face when I remembered what Alexia had asked earlier. Could you please talk to your mother? Why should I? Why should I talk to someone who had suddenly disappeared without telling anyone and came back to pretend that everything was normal? Who did that to their own children? Did she ever think of Gabriel and I? Couldn't she have said something before she left? She was my favorite person in the whole
Michael. My lips moved against Alexia's and she hummed when I squeezed her thigh with one of my hands, causing her to grind up against me. Breaking away from the kiss, I sat up and pulled off my shirt. Alexia sat up as well and pulled down my shorts along with my underwear. My hardened length sprang out and she nervously looked up at me. "What is it?" I whispered as I gently stroked her cheek. "I... I want to touch you," she said as her eyes dropped back to my length and I chuckled. "Go ahead." I completely took of my shorts and threw them on the floor before watching as Alexia took me in her small hand. Starting in small strokes, she began to caress me with her hand. Her fingers rubbed against me. Lightly and almost teasingly. She stared as the precum coated her fingers and I noticed her swallow nervously. Her lips parted lightly as her breathing increased and she suddenly took the head of my erection into her mouth. I moaned and smiled down at her. Reaching out, I gathered all
Michael. My car door was opened and I thanked the driver before stepping out of it. Unlike the low temperatures of the past few weeks, today was a pretty warm day. The sun was bright with a few clouds to threaten it's shine and that was somehow a perfect description of my mood. Closing the door, I walked into the building - accepting and returning the greetings around me. I had slept around 2 a.m in the morning but I didn't feel exhausted. After reading every letter and looking at every picture in the box that Mom gave me, I began to do some work. Just as Mom said, that box contained things that she wanted to tell me but couldn't. Most of them talked about how much she missed Gabriel and I or how much she wished that we could forgive her. Short narrations of her day with some pictures to remember them. Some of those letters dated as back as when I was fifteen and I came to realise that my mother was a very lonely woman. Reaching Alexia's desk, I looked up and our eyes met. Her eyes
Alexia. "I can't believe that jerk stole our parking space!" Luis fumed as we entered my apartment and went straight into the kitchen. We left Cookie asleep in my room earlier and judging from the silence around the apartment, I figured that she wasn't up yet. Luis and I had just arrived from the mall where we went grocery shopping. It had been a while since we hang out and today, we enjoyed our time together over coffee and shopping. Since there were barely any parking spaces at the mall, we had to wait in the hot sun for one and the wait was anything but short. When it finally came, an older man quickly zoomed in with his car and Luis couldn't stop cursing at him. "Fucking bald headed bastard!" She spat as she set the paper bags on the table and took a seat on one of the chairs around the round it. "I bet that he's single. Nobody loves him!" I laughed and put the bags that I was holding on the table as well. "Calm down. At least we found another space right after that." "No, Al
Alexia. I parked my car in the parking lot and leaned back into my chair with a loud sigh. I felt exhausted for some reason and I tried to compose myself before I went to my workspace. Since last week, I have been feeling sick. No matter how early I slept, I woke up tired and my breasts felt really tender. Despite my periods being three days late, I had abdominal pains every now and then so, I figured that it was because of that. I groaned and looked at the cars in front of me. Maybe I should've stayed home today. But then, I wanted to see Michael and I hoped that I would feel better after a light breakfast, medicine and water. Opening my car door, I got my stuff and made my way into the building. Approaching my station, I noticed that Bianca wasn't on her side of the table and I sat down before putting my things on top of it. I got an apple flavoured candy from my handbag and began to suck on it while I began my work. After an hour or two of staring at my computer screen and typi
Michael. My heart beat erratically against my chest and my head hurt as I tried to put my thoughts together. Burying my face in my palms, I let out a frustrated sigh and furrowed my brows in thought. Currently, I was at the hospital with my mom. After Alexia had calmed down, I got her a bottle of water and brought her to the hospital. I had been waiting for almost an hour and I couldn't keep myself from overthinking. The doctor hadn't given me any feedback yet and it added to the stress that I was already feeling. What Alexia told me in the parking lot gave me a sense of fear that I have never felt before. Didn't she say that she could hear me clearly when we were in Venice? What happened to that? When she suddenly threw away her hearing aid, I was surprised. When I looked at her, she looked terrified and I wondered what had happened. I then asked if anything was wrong but she didn't even look my way. It was almos
Alexia. "Are you okay?" Luis asked as she handed a mug of hot chocolate to me. I took it with both hands and blew at the brim lightly. "Yeah. I just have a bit of a headache." My voice was hoarse and my eyes were puffy and itchy from my lack of sleep and neverending stream of tears. I took a sip of the hot liquid and it settled deep in my belly, it's warmth gradually spreading out. My hand subconsciously rubbed my abdomen. That warmth somewhat reminded me that I had a life growing inside of me. Michael and my child. A tiny being was being created inside me and the thought was thrilling. It was thrilling but I wasn't ignorant enough to not think of the disadvantages. Maybe it was because of my own selfishness or I was just pinning my fears on this innocent life. I didn't want to get rid of the baby but I was terrified to have it. I knew that my statement had shocked everyone and I knew, as muc
Alexia. "I had a talk with the wedding planner yesterday and let me just say, the lady knows what she's doing," Luis said as she poured a bit of milk into a bowl and mixed it all together. I laughed. "I almost thought that you were going to complain." "Why would I complain?" She began to mix the dough. "The woman's a goddess." "I was worried that you wouldn't like her." She looked up at me and grinned. "Well, despite being a chatterbox, she's damn good at her work." "You're a chatterbox as well." I laughed and got the bowl from her before pouring it's contents into a baking tray. Luis and I were baking cupcakes for desert. Tonight, we were all gathering for a family dinner at my house and Luis and I decided to cook up something more refined than our everyday meals. I was a little disappointed that Michael's dad couldn't make it. He said that it was because he was busy but I felt like it was be
Micheal. My eyes were heavy and I felt like I was floating in an endless, dark void. The sounds around me were muffled and my temples had a mild ache. The pain in my chest was minimized though. I could breathe better and the tightness that I felt earlier was gone. My mind drifted to what happened at the cafe. When Bianca drove that knife into me, I was shocked. Even more than that, I was scared. I didn't want to die. I didn't want to leave my family, Alexia and my unborn child behind. I could barely remember what happened after that. My memory was fuzzy and Bianca was saying something that my ears couldn't register. A part of me felt bad for her. I didn't think that she'd be pushed so much into a corner and thoughtlessly attack me. Maybe she planned it. Who knows? But I was dumb for not considering it. That woman was crazy and I hoped that wherever she was right now, she could get help. I groaned and tried to move my body but I couldn't. I had to wake up. I didn't want to die. Ale
Alexia. "I didn't expect the Head of Department to do that," Luis said with a laugh. "He doesn't look like the type." "Well, there's more to people than what meets the eye," I said before looking up at her. She was seated at the corner of my table and was telling me about how her supervisor suddenly cracked a joke that completely put her department in shock. Hearing that the joke was actually funny took me by surprise as well. Mr. Johnson, her supervisor, was known as a strict man who talked as much as he smiled. Which wasn't much. "Exactly. It makes me want to be more aware of the people around me. Maybe I should approach Grace. She's the most introverted person in the office," she pondered loudly. "Don't go around harassing your co-workers." "I'm not harassing them. It's called socializing." "Don't take it too far though." I thought for a moment and asked, "Hey, won't you be yelled at for slacking off here?" "I'm not slacking off. I've come to pay you a visit." "During work
Michael. The day gradually became hotter as the afternoon approached and I loosened my tie to allow space for breathing. I looked at my phone. It's been over a week and Bianca hadn't tried to communicate with me. Didn't Madison tell her anything? I looked at the ceiling and sighed. The private investigator, that Gabe hired, followed Bianca after she met up with some friends and found out that she was staying in an apartment on the other side of the city. I didn't want to follow her to her house but if she didn't reach out to me soon, I'd have to start considering it. The case about Alexia's apartment didn't seem to be going anywhere and I wasn't happy about that. I wasn't in a position to press charges against Bianca since I didn't have any evidence and nothing could connect her to this. I wanted to at least have a talk with her so that we could sort this out as soon as possible. I heard the door swing open and I looked up at Alexia, who had just entered my office with a red file
Michael. Click. The soft shutter of my camera registered in my ears, making me hum in appreciation. I looked at the pictures that I had been taking for a while and brought the camera back to my face to take more pictures. I smiled as I watched Alexia and Luis play in the water. They were laughing as they splashed water on each other and talked. My heart warmed up at how great the day was going and I felt fulfilled to spend so much time with these people. Taking pictures with my camera fully awoke the photographer in me and before I knew it, I couldn't put it down. I started taking pictures of the sky, the trees, the water and with consent; some strangers. I had fun and I looked at the warm sand under my feet. Closing my eyes for a moment, I basked under the sun and opened my eyes to look at anything else that I could take a photo of. "You're sucked into that camera, huh?" Tony said as he stood next to me and kept his eyes ahead. I chuckled. "It's been a while since I've taken ph
Michael. The day was finally done and after paying the doctor a visit, we went back home. The drive was slow and I appreciated that the driver did so. Alexia rested her head on my shoulder as she dozed off and I kept my gaze at the passing houses and pedestrians outside. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with the baby although we were told to be careful. Alexia was also given some medication for a few days and I hoped that they would do their part. The car slowed down when we reached the front of the house and lightly tapped Alexia's cheek, making her sit up with a groan. "We're home," I said with a light chuckle as she wiped a trail of drool from her cheek. "Oh, my God, I'm sorry," she said and wiped my shoulder with the sleeve of her blazer. "I never drool. I wonder what happened today." "You're tired. Let's go inside." "Yeah." I got out of the car and offered her my hand as I helped her out. Yawning, she held my arm and we walked into the house. I looked up at Jim, who wa
Alexia. "Is that all?" Michael asked as he watched me walk down the stairs and I nodded. "I hope so. I'm so sorry about this," I said apologetically. He smiled at me. "It's okay. You didn't do it on purpose." "I still feel bad though." I reached the bottom of the stairs and we quickly walked out of the house. The car was already parked and ready when we walked passed the doors and Michael walked to the other side of the car. Opening the door to the backseat, I put my handbag and some files on the seat before sliding into the car. I looked at Michael, who was seated next to me, and he was looking at his phone. I could see that he was impatient but he didn't express it in words. I felt guilty. It was only my first day here and I made us late. The morning started horrible and I spent the first few hours, vomiting and groaning on the bathroom floor. Michael stayed until I was okay despite being ready before me. I told him to go on. That I'll be okay but he didn't listen to me. Mich
Michael. I tried to calm my racing heart as I tapped my foot impatiently against the metal floor of the elevator. Couldn't this thing go any faster? Just as I was about to leave the office after working overtime, I received a call from Alexia. Picking it up, it was actually Luis who called and she said that somebody had broken into, and trashed, Alexia's apartment. I was baffled. Alexia's apartment had good security so, how could this be? I sighed as I looked at the numbers nearing Alexia's floor and prayed to the greater being above that she was okay. The bell of the elevator made my heart jump and I pushed past the sliding doors before they could fully open. I felt more anxious at the sight of two police officers standing outside the apartment. Some of the neighbours stood in front of their doors as they looked at the scene in worry and curiousity. I quickly spotted Luis because the red dress that she wore stood out from the colours ahead of me. She held Alexia's hands while she
Alexia.I hummed as I examined the document in front of me. Being unsure of what to do with it, I forwarded it to Michael and began to work on another document. Michael and I had got back a few days ago and we were back on schedule the very next day. To be honest, I felt like we took too many leave days this month and I was slightly embarrassed for taking advantage of them. I was happy to have talked with my parents and caught up with them. I was especially glad over how close Michael and my father had gotten over the short period of time that we were there. They spent most of their time together and the only time that Michael and I could properly enjoy each other's company was when it was time for bed. I found it quite amusing since my father wasn't very interested in befriending the people around me. He was a little judgmental towards others and used intimidation as a respect route since he was a short man. Despite that, he had a warm heart and I loved him to bits. My mother tal