My wife and I had an agreement on when she will volunteer at the church. Athro and I are her companions during weekdays and on weekends she is at church. We agreed on our setup. "It's only one month left and our son will be one year old, love," she said. Athro was in the stroller and was having his milk while Athara and I were sitting on the chairs facing each other. We talk about our future and our son's. "Yes, Athara. Our son will be one year old so soon. I am excited to see him growing up but there's a sadness inside my heart that made me want to hold him growing. It's like I'm not ready yet. I'm used to him being just a baby all the time," I said with a sad voice. I heard her let go of a sigh. She leaned forward and touched my cheek. "I know that because you are the only one with him for almost a year during daytime. Sometimes it feels like you are the mother of our child because I am always gone during the daytime and went home late. But let's think that we cannot stop our c
When we got to our room we put Athro on his bed. Instead of sleeping, he was still playing. He laughed out loud because of how Athara formed objects through her hands. My member is really hard now like a pole. I don't know what to do to calm myself down first. I touched Athara and that made her looked at me and shook her head. "Theron, can't you see that our son still wants to play? He's enjoying the moment," said Athara. I sat up on the bed. I was depressed. My gaze fell on the floor. I feel like I want to cry because of the annoyance I feel. "Shouldn't we go in for a quick moment?""Theron, you're like a child. Athro even wants to play. It's not right that I stopped playing with him. Athro will really cry if I do that," she stated. I can't accept that Athara did this to me. She made me believe that we went inside to make a quick moment but I was wrong. It's like we came in here so she could play with our son. That was unfair! "You made me hope for nothing, Athara. You made me
Athro's birthday is getting closer and closer. I'm also excited to be back in New York. I have also been separated from the place where I lived for more than a year. I was awake earlier but I just stayed in bed. My body is tired because Athara and I had sex again last night. Fuck. My length made a beat when I remembered how I fucked her pussy last night. I sighed before I got out of bed. The white paint of the house was my guide down. A comfortable living room set is located in our living room. I smiled and approached my wife who was just staring at the television screen while her left hand held Athro's stroller. She was watching a Philippine noontime show. She laughed even though she didn't understand the language. "Good morning," I greeted her when I sat down next to her. "Is it still morning? It's noon, Theron. Take your brunch. I already ate my breakfast and my lunch earlier. Look at yourself, you've lost weight," she said. There was concern in her eyes. "I have no appetite
The day of our flight to New York arrived. Our things are ready. Actually, last night we prepared the things we will bring. Last week, I let Athara say goodbye to the church where she served. I felt a pain for my wife because I could see the sadness in her eyes when she said goodbye to the church. She did come home with red eyes and they were even swollen. We are sitting on the sofa today while our son is in the stroller busy playing with his robot. My eyes wandered all over the interior of the house. This house has become a part of my being. Here I felt the feeling of truly having a wife and a family. "I will surely miss this place, Athara," I said to my wife. She smiled before leaning into me. She smiled and at the same time as she smiled tears fell from her eyes. She forced a laugh. She immediately removed the tears that I guessed would also fall and follow her first tears. "Theron, don't even talk about the house. You know that this has become our home. This is where I fel
As we drove through the peaceful streets of Brookville, I couldn't help but feel grateful for everything we had. It had been a long day, but seeing Athara with Athro sound asleep in her arms made it all worth it.As we approached our house, I could see the lights on and a faint aroma of dinner being cooked wafted through the air. Athara smiled at me and I knew we were both looking forward to a relaxing evening at home.We parked the car and Athara carefully lifted Athro from his car seat, cradling him gently as we made our way to the front door. As we stepped inside, I felt a wave of calm wash over me. The familiar surroundings of our home never failed to make me feel at ease."Welcome home, my loves," came a familiar voice from the kitchen. It was Maid Tanna, our housekeeper and nanny. "Ma'am, Athara! I missed you so much!" she called my wife. She ran off to my wife and hugged her. They had an emotional reunion."Maid Tanna, I'm sorry for leaving you all like that. I miss you so muc
Every step felt heavy, and every breath seemed to burn my lungs as I walked through the dimly lit hallway. The weight of Samantha's threats echoed inside my mind, clouding my ability to think straight. Images of her cold and vicious eyes haunted me, flashing at the corners of my consciousness like malevolent lightning bolts.The possibility that she could hurt my wife and our little man Athro smothered me with a relentless dread. I paced back and forth in our living room, a prisoner of the thoughts stirring within me. The ticking of the clock on the wall only added to my anxiety, reminding me that time was slipping through my fingers like sand. Yet I knew that calling the authorities would only provoke Samantha's venomous wrath – she'd left that much clear.My wife had noticed my agitation, and despite her own fears, she strove to provide comfort. "Love," she said softly as she caressed my clenched fist, "we'll get through this together."Her gentle voice cut through the fog in my min
••Athara••As the days went by, my worries about Samantha only grew stronger. It was becoming increasingly clear that her interest in my husband Theron was more than just casual curiosity, it had an obsessive edge to it. I couldn't shake the feeling that she was watching us, monitoring our every move, just waiting for an opportunity to make a move.My concerns weren't just limited to Theron's safety, however. As a mother, I was constantly worried about the safety of our little man, Athro. The thought of Samantha posing any kind of harm to him was unbearable.I knew that I had to do something, but I wasn't sure what. Talking to Theron about it only seemed to make him more stressed, and I didn't want to cause him any unnecessary worry. Instead, I decided to be vigilant, keeping a close eye on Samantha and her movements.Days turned into weeks, and I would be lying if I said that it wasn't taking a toll on me. My constant worries and fears were beginning to impact my mental and physical h
As I woke up in the middle of the night, I was in a state of confusion and disorientation. My heart was racing as I tried to calm myself down and understand what had just happened. I then realized that it was just a dream, but the intensity of it left me shaken.In my dream, Samantha was chasing after our car, and it all ended in a terrible accident. The images were vivid and realistic, and I could picture Athro, our little man, being hurt badly. The dream was so real that I found myself crying, even though I knew that it was just a figment of my imagination.As I composed myself, I began to wonder if the dream was a sign of something. Was it my subconscious trying to tell me that something was wrong? Or was it just a random occurrence that held no meaning at all? The uncertainty of it left me restless, and I found it hard to go back to sleep.Eventually, I did fall back asleep, but the dream haunted me for days. It lingered in my mind, and I found myself constantly worrying about Ath