2 months later, meaning Natalie is 8 months along Natalie's POV "Can't you stay? Do you really have to go, or how's this maybe I can come with you?", I asked, more like begged for Nolan to stay. I was 8 months along and he was leaving me to go on his stupid business trips. I now looked like a watermelon ready to burst, and I felt like any second I would definitely burst. And then he would be on a plane somewhere while I bursted and he wouldn't be here. "It's not safe for you to travel it'll just be one day, I'm coming home tomorrow, I promise", he kissed my head lightly as I let myself lean against his body. "I'll miss you", I said, giving him one last kiss, before he took off on his business trip, I knew he wouldn't have gone unless it was necessary but I really really wanted him to stay behind. "Is Nolan gone already?", Mel asked, running out of her room and out of the house, to hear the car driving off. "Just missed him", I said, and she brought herself back inside the house,
Nolan's POV "My wife, she's giving birth, where can I find her", I said, running into the medbay and the nurse called me over as the women of the hospital came down the stairs rushing to me. "Nolan, what do we owe this fine fine pleasure to?", the women who held up the image of the hospital asked, staring at me up and down, but I was too nervous, too busy to call her out on her unprofessionalism. "My wife she came here, I need to know where she is", I told her and she continued to ignore me while yapping on and on about the new oncology branch. "Can you find me my wife's room or not?", I asked, again and she looked at me confused by my question. "Nolan, I didn't know you were married", she said, as if the whole world didn't know, it was like I needed to wear a shirt saying "I'm married". Nat would have her share of laughter about all this, I wish I could tell her now. "It's Mr. Clemente, now please find my wife's room", I said sternly and the women looked at me with a new flare
1 year later I was suddenly pulled awake by the crying, the exhaustion pulled me awake and made me push Nolan to a side. It was his turn this time, we had both been running back and forth to calm them both down, because if one started crying then the other would start, they were inseparable in their emotions and especially physically. "It's your turn, I went last time", I groaned, after hearing one of the twins or both crying at four in the morning, this was the cycle that never ended. "I'll go", he said, pushing himself off of the bed and going to calm probably them both down, but after 15 minutes of the crying still continuing, I knew I had a better chance of making them stop crying then actually going back to sleep. I made my way over to the nursery, which luckily wasn't so far away. I peeked my head in to see Arden and Nolan fast asleep on the rocking chair, and Arabella throwing a fit and crying. I took her in my arms, rocking her slowly and after a couple of minutes she was
3 years later "I hope I find a love like yours, something meaningful that goes beyond just the capacity of lust, and passion but meaning", Melody said watching as her words crept into my mind and left me wondering what was going through her mind. "I think you've found it, already", I tell her, knowing the man who is waiting to sweep her off her feet, he was deserving of this love she had. I wouldn't tell her yet, I would let it hit her just like Nolan's love hit me, knowing there was someone there in my corner five years ago on my mother's birthday was something that struck me till this day. But on our five year anniversary here I stood without him heading to dinner with my sister instead of him. He told me the excuse of work, I had already seen him today a picnic for lunch I had made, but he knew how important these holidays were for me. I hated workaholics, I believed that was what happened to Daniel, he lost sight of his family and was lost in the power, the money a job and the
Some people say you can move on from trauma, you can move on from the feelings those people made you feel. But what most bottle up about this trauma, is that it'll haunt you until the day you die. Every moment, every wound, every vile comment, and while everyone else is living painlessly and perfectly, your stuck in that never ending movie of how tragic your life is and always will be."Dinner", I heard Nolan knock on the door, as I quickly flipped the box of my little knick knacks under my bed. I couldn't let them see what was in this ever so discrete box, that was labeled as a new pair of soccer cleats."Coming", I yelled out hoping the door wouldn't fling open and Nolan would sit here with me as he asked me what was under my bed that I kept in a box. How could I describe the contents of this box in anyway where they would understand it?I took the box back out, flipping underneath it to the photo I hated the most. It was him, my tormentor and previously my fa
"Mel, let's go", Natalie said as she was standing in the doorway and I was still stuck on him, the sight of him, how I hated how awful this car ride would be. I should've gone with Nolan. I followed Natalie out of the door and locked up as he waited for me to finish. He knew the damage he was doing and he enjoyed it so much. He walked side by side down the driveway, each step I took he took as well. The sound of our footprints matched, almost like a march and I couldn't stand it, I quickly hurried to catch up with Natalie. "I think it's best if I stayed home", I whispered to Natalie and she looked at me utterly confused, and looked back at the boy who walked slyly behind me. She slipped into the front seat, as I dreaded sitting in the back seat with him. He rushed to the side and opened the door for me, smirking his famous jaw. This was all just an act, a simple act, he was the devil in disguise, and he knew it. He had the confidence to be whoever he wanted, and today it was a ge
My pencil rolled off my desk ever so smoothly, but I didn't even bother to pick it up I was still lost in space about what had happened yesterday, I couldn't get a blink of sleep.How did this happen to me?How did I get drawn into this mess of sorts?When I had first met Lola, I thought she would be my best friend until we drifted apart, but never something like this. She was sweet and caring when I met her, now it's all about dragging the next person down."Your exam, Miss Clemente", Mr. Kelvin, asked as he slid the paper off and told me I was free to go, considering the class was the last of the day.I grabbed my bag and made my way out of the room just as I spotted my favorite taunter, I ducked my head below, hoping that he wouldn't see me, I couldn't take his taunts any longer.He was in a group of people, again smoking in the garden, but the flame went out as he made his way inside, he really did want to die.What was the reason that p
The ruckus caused by those harmful and untrue rumors just two days ago, had now calmed down as people spoke about the summer bash and the last day of finals which decided for some if they failed or passed.I was then again, at my cornered locker, people watching and making sure a whole group of eyes wouldn't dart towards me at the same time. That's when I saw her, gallivanting over. There was no one beside her, and she was heading straight towards me. Lola waved slightly as I shut my locker and kept walking in the opposite direction. Yet I heard her shoes clacking behind me to catch up."Hey wait up", she hollered and I stopped in my tracks, hoping that she wasn't pretending like nothing had happened.She caught up to me and we continued walking as she began speaking, about her day and her chemistry exam that was the hardest thing she'd ever done. She spoke as if just 2 days ago, she didn't cause a whole scene over a false rumor, and yesterday I knew she was all about