It was hot. It has that burning sensation. Why is it so hot? Izabelle frowned in her sleep as she felt a burning sensation on her skin. What was hot like this? She frowned and turned her head to the other side. Her hands tried to touch the thing that was burning her skin and she frowned. The thing was soft yet hot. It was too soft to be that hot. She immediately sprang to her feet as something rang in her head. “Rosie?” Her eyes widened. “Sie Sie? Rosie, wake up.”Oh lord, help her. Her daughter was running temperature. Not the regular temperature that we have when sick. It was even more hot than that and if one touched her body, they were going to flinch from how hot it was. Not her Rosie, please. Why was this happening? She just woke up to her daughter's running temperature. Izabelle raised the child’s head and brought her to sit on her thighs while cradling her head. “Rosie, please stop scaring Mommy. What's wrong? Open your eyes please,” she pleaded. “Sie Sie.”Why didn't
“Nick! Nick, how’s my daughter?” Izabelle asked as Nick came out of the room where her daughter was being treated. He pulled off his mask and handed it over to the other doctor who came out with him. “Nick, I'm asking. Tell me, how's my daughter.”“She’s fine, Izabelle. She's okay. You don't have to worry anymore.”“Is she alright? Can I see her?”“Like I said, Rosie is fine. She is a fighter and knows that she shouldn't make her Mommy worry. It was all God's doing. She had a regular fever like every other person and that is the reason why I’m here telling you that she's okay.”“I'm so grateful.”“We give all thanks to God. If this happens and it's not a regular fever, I don't know what we would be saying right now.”“Thank God and thank you so much, Nick. Thank you,” she took a few steps and gave Nick a big hug before breaking away and intending to get into the room her daughter was in. “Wait Izabelle,” his deep voice stopped her from taking any more steps. She turned back to him.
After talking to the unconscious child for a little while, Marcel stood up from the small stool that he had been sitting on beside the child’s bed and he kissed her on her forehead.“Daddy loves you,” not forgetting to mutter how much he loves his darling child, Marcel turned his back to her and strode out of the room. His mood was gloomy like someone who doesn't know how to smile. Maybe he just lost all knowledge of how to smile because his face carried traits of someone who has been shown life and someone who doesn't like smiling. The first person that Marcel met after exiting the room was Izabelle. He saw her face around the hallway and he walked to her. She immediately stopped pacing and faced him as he came near her. “Rosie is going to be okay.”With a cold voice, she replied. “I know. You don't have to tell me.”“Right. I know I'm a stupid piece of shit and I sincerely apologize. I really didn't mean to leave that way, last night.”She ignored him. “Iza.”“I ain't the one th
“Rosie is awake,” Nick announced and immediately he did, Izabelle buried her face on Marcel’s chest and he hugged her too in happiness. Their little bundle of joy was awake. What more could they even ask for? Marcel smiled and moved forward a little to shake Nick’s hand. A little sign of appreciation. He was grateful to the guy. So grateful. “Rosie is awake?” That was from Jared. He has been out for some calls before and only came back now. His eyes scanned the position that his sister and Marcel were in and he frowned. They already resolved just now? What the hell? He glared at Marcel as if he was going to give him another hit on his head.Maybe if care is not taken, that is going to happen very soon. “Yes. She just woke up. The nurses are helping her sit up. I checked her condition and glory be to God because she is doing fine. Sie Sie is a strong girl.”“Thank goodness,” Jared replied. “I'm relieved that Rosie is fine.”Izabelle broke away from Marcel and stared at Nick with gra
“I don't want to join. What Superman and Superbaby game do you two want to play? Don't add me to any childish game,” Izabelle refused as she stood up from the bed to grab a glass of water from the bedside table and she gulped it down. “Mommy, it's not a game. It's real life. Daddy is going to take me along next time and you'll see us on TV while we are saving people. They are going to give us an award.”“Right, Iza. We'll perform our Superman and Superbaby duties and make everyone proud.”“You two watch too many movies. Hence, I'm going to switch off the television and hide all the remote controls in the house. The movies you watch are too many.”Rosie giggled at her mother’s words. It seems that she wasn't scared of the threat as she trusted that her father could take the remote or do something if her mother did as she threatened. “Mommy is jealous.”“What? What should I be jealous about?”Marcel joined in the teasing. “Because you're not super.”“Super huh? You two must have hit
Jared and Nick walked into the room and they both stopped halfway in confusion. What the hell was going on here? The room was a little messy with pillows around and their eyes fell on the little child on the bed. She was staring towards a particular place and they wondered what was there. Their eyes trailed her sight line and fell on the two people at the other side of the room. What in the name of God is going on here? They both frowned in confusion at the sight. Have these two people gone nuts? They sure have. They must have gone nuts because this wasn't how normal people behave. Or is it?Izabelle was holding a glass and it was above her head. Marcel was shrinking to the walk as if he was afraid of the woman and he was whispering something to her that they couldn't hear. Izabelle turned around and the moment she did, she immediately dropped her glass cup on the couch next to them. “What is going on here?” Jared asked. “Uncle Jared, Uncle Nick,” Rosie greeted. “How are you Sie
Two weeks later. Rosie has already been discharged from the hospital and as Marcel promised, he bought her the small toy castle it was placed on the top of her play table, and as she stepped into her room on the day of her discharge, the first thing she saw was the castle and she couldn’t help but scream loudly and run to her father to hug him. Now it’s been two weeks since then and the summer holiday is over. The child had to go back to school and learn to become a better person in the future. These days, Rosie has been eager to go to school and Izabelle doesn’t know why. If it was before, she would grumble and grumble and ask why she always had to go to school. But these days, she even wakes up earlier than usual to take her bath herself and get ready. Yes, that was a new improvement in their lives, Rosie now insists on taking her bath herself. It wasn’t like before when she would insist on taking baby girl treatment and have someone bathe her. Today was a Wednesday and Marcel an
Ding!Izabelle’s phone lit up indicating that notification just came in and she smiled at Rosie who kept rambling before dipping her hands into her bag and bringing out her phone. Who was it that texted her? She frowned when she saw the number. It was an unknown number. Who was it that messaged? She clicked the message bar and her eyes widened. It was a video. Just a video. No text or anything to explain what the video meant and she wondered what it was. “What is it?” Marcel asked, noticing that she had not been saying anything while Rosie was speaking. “N..nothing,” she clicked on the video and her eyes widened for the second time and it even widened again when the video kept playing. She immediately hid her phone back in her bag and blinked her watery eyes. “What’s wrong, Iza? Who texted?”“It’s no one.”“Then why did your mood just change? You know we said not to keep secrets. Tell me, who ruined your mood.”“I told you it’s no one.”“Really.”She snapped at him. “Stop asking
~Eight Months And Some Weeks Later~“You know I'm not going to get into that thing, honey,” Marcel complained as he looked at the two of them. The two most important people in his life. Izabelle and Rosie. He was standing in between them and they were peering at him, begging him to do their bidding. Having two women in life is so stressful. He can't wait for the baby in Izabelle’s womb. The family of three was in a park. They came to have fun as it was a holiday and the mother and daughter duo were begging that Marcel get into the roller coaster with Rosie as her mother was heavily pregnant and would not be able to accompany the child up there. But Marcel was still traumatized from his last time getting on a roller coaster and had sworn that there was nothing in this world that would push him to get up there again. “Please, Daddy. Just this one time. I promise it won't be as bad as the last. Don't be afraid. “Who says that I'm scared? I just don't like how it moves so fast. Daddy i
Seeing that his boss’s wife was not fine, he decided to call a doctor for her. “Uncle, are you calling a doctor? Mommy is unwell.”He looked at the sweet little cute girl that he still couldn't believe was his boss’s daughter. Like, how come he has had a daughter all these while and he was only aware of it a year ago? “Yes, cute. Didn't worry, your Mommy is going to be fineThe little girl nodded and ran into the bathroom on the other side of the room. She came back with a bowl of water and a small towel in her hands. Knowing what she wanted to do, he smiled and rubbed her head. She was a smart little child just like her parents. “Mommy, I'm going to dab your face with the towel,” she told her unconscious mother. She had always noticed that whenever she was unwell and her temperature was high, her mother would simply dab her head with a towel and clean her body. This sad the second time that her Mommy was unwell since this year and this was the second time that she would be doing t
Izabelle finally woke up on the third day after she was declared pregnant. The doctors had said that she passed out from the shock and would wake up anytime soon but it wasn't until the third day that she woke up. When Izabelle opened her eyes, everywhere was blurry to her and she tried to look around but it was blurry to her. “Mommy, you're awake.” She heard Rosie’s voice and her tiny footsteps as she ran towards her. She also heard some other footsteps rush to her and when they were finally right beside her, she was able to see them clearly. “Izabelle, you're awake.”“Izabelle.”“Pl…please help me sit up.”Both Ruby and Mrs. Wilson helped her sit up on the bed and she ass finally able to see everywhere clearly. She was in the hospital. What was she doing here and when did she come here? Then all of a sudden, all the memories started flashing into her head. From her grandfather and then to her pregnancy announcement. God. All of this was happening too fast. Right! Her grandfather.
He was now suffering from both the cold from sitting in the rain for a long time and from the fall from when he was trying to pick up his phone. “I got here immediately I heard the news,” Ruby finished. “Where is Jared? He isn’t here?”“He stepped out a bit to make a call to his wife. He was in the office when he heard the news too.”“Goodness. I pray nothing happens to Grandfather. I don’t know what to do if something happens to him.”Ruby held her hands and patted it. She was trying to console her friend and make her feel alright. She just returned from Thailand in the hope of starting a new life and now this? This was depressing. She didn’t even tell Izabelle all that the doctor said. The doctors had said that the old man’s condition was so bad and they weren’t sure that he was going to make it alive and that they just had to pray that he eventually made it out. “Izabelle.”She turned to the side to find out who it was that called her and when she saw that it was Jared, she imm
~Three Weeks Later~“Marcel, what are you doing?”“Just a little okay,” Marcel said as he started kissing her from her neck downward. “We’re up in the air.”“Doesn't matter.” He continued kissing her, not listening to what she had to say. She was only trying to tell him that they were not home to be doing this kind of thing. These few weeks that they made up, he has been all and about her having her from morning to night all in the name of making up for the months that he wasn't here. Now, they were in a private jet traveling back home. Well, a lot has happened since the day his grandmother came to yell at her. After they settled, she had convinced Marcel to work hard to get his company back and he has been working from home since then. Home! Right. He moved in with them. Thinking about that made her smile. They were back to being a happy family and she couldn't ask for more. She just prays that nothing comes in between her happiness this time as she would be very sad if that were
The old woman turned and got face to face with her grandson which she quickly ran and embraced. Marcel got her away from him and rushed to Izabelle who couldn’t bring herself to face him. She turned away from him as he tried to look at her wound. If he shows any utmost care to her right now, she is going to melt and cry in front of everyone and that would be so embarrassing. She doesn’t want anyone to see her as weak or something. “Izabelle, look at me. Are you alright?”“I’m… I’m fine.”“No, you’re not. Grandma just hit you with something hard. I know what’s in that bag. Come, we have to look at your wound. Please look at me.”She couldn’t bear it any longer and let him look at her wound that had swollen a lot giving her a weird face. She felt like yelling right now because her anger was still at its peak and it would remain like this until someone calmed her down. “Calm down, okay. Look at me. Breathe, in and out.” She did as Marcel asked and was finally able to look him in the e
The old woman looked at the place that they were in. It was in front of a store with its goods displayed outside proudly. It was better than the other stores that she had seen while coming here. She stepped into the store and looked around until she heard a loud voice coming towards her. “Welcome. We have all that you wa…… Old Mrs. Wilson?”Izabelle exclaimed in shock as she stared at the woman standing in front of her in her shop. What on earth is this woman doing in her shop and who even informed her that she lives here? Her eyes were so wide in shock that if care was not taken, they might just pop out because like… What are they doing here?“Why are you so shocked seeing me here?” What kind of question is that? Why is she so shocked? Does this old woman really have no idea why she is shocked? It was obvious she never expected her to be in her today. It was more shocking than ever. “Forgive my manners, old Mrs. Wilson. I was just shocked seeing you here.”“I guess so. Well, that'
“I am tired of what your father and grandmother are doing. They both want to kill me in this mansion.”“It's going to be okay, mum. I'll do something about this.”“Please do, son. Please come and make the company stand on its feet again without getting married to anyone. They all think that they are wise enough to use someone to their advantage. I don't like that girl to be your wife anymore. Their true character has been revealed.”“Mum, about that…. I'm putting it on sale. I'm not changing my mind about that.” Mrs. Wilson ran her hair through her jet black hair that was messy from her not taking care of it for days. Her hair and even her head were messy. The marriage that she was in was also messy. Messy things around her. “Why are you doing this, Marcel? You want to put the company on sale? Don't you remember how hard it was for us to build the company to how it is now? We have done a lot for it especially you and all you want to do now that it's at stake is to give it out on sal
“You want us to forgive him already? You’re no longer angry at him?” “It’s not like that. I just feel pity for him after all, Mommy is the one who always says that we should forgive and forget.”Now, even her daughter was asking for her father to be forgiven. What was she going to do about this? She was scared of her heart getting broken again because if anything like what happened months again repeated itself, she wasn’t sure that she would be able to handle it. This drags her back to the question Marcel asked her before he passed out. What if she finds out that she was the one who misunderstood everything that day? What then was she going to do? If that was the case, she was clueless about what to do. If she gets out of the room now, she’s going to call Jared and ask him to get help from people so they can get the CCTV footage of that day. She wanted to see things from the people she trusted, not someone that she no longer trusted. “Mommy?”“Yeah?”“What are you thinking about?