EvelynMy eyes were the first to flutter open, the soft morning light spilling through the curtains, casting a golden glow over our tangled bodies beneath the duvet. As my senses slowly returned—dulled by the haze of last night—everything began to feel real again. Jacob had brought me to his room, and for once, I woke up not haunted by the cruel edge of dreams that had tormented me for days. There was no phantom emptiness beside me. No illusion that would dissolve with the morning.For the first time in what felt like forever, the man I loved was right here. With me. Solid, warm, and real.A small smile tugged at my lips as I lay there, drinking at the sight of him. There was no bitter aftertaste of loss clinging to the morning, no lingering grief that I’d wake up to an empty bed. I could say, without hesitation, that I was glad to be awake—for once, the reality was better than my dreams.And what a view I had. Of course, the view was nothing but Jacob—his face, peaceful and unguarded
EvelynAfter crying out through my second orgasm, I teetered on the edge of a third, begging for something I couldn't even name. My hands clung to the headboard with a white-knuckled grip while my knees straddled his face, and his lips and tongue moved with a precision that drove me wild. Every flick and stroke pushed me beyond what I thought I could take, yet left me craving more.My legs shook—no, not just my legs, but every part of me trembled violently. I couldn't tell if I was holding myself up or if it was Jacob's hands on my hips, squeezing and slapping my ass, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through me that had me gasping for more.I had no fucking idea how I'd even reached those first two orgasms and even less of a clue how I'd survive this third. The beginning was a blur of sanity, but it wasn't long before I was lost in a haze where desire consumed me, and filled my bones, my every fiber, my very soul."Jacob, please," I moaned, pushing the sweaty strands of hair from my fa
EvelynJacob and I sat across from Dad and Clara. Dad looked ready to grill us both, clearly expecting some lengthy, soul-baring explanation, while Clara seemed keen to move past the awkwardness as fast as possible. Honestly, I was right there with her. I had zero interest in dissecting our reasons—or lack thereof—for behaving like complete idiots, knowing full well it was wrong yet pressing on anyway.Truth was, if “no answer” were a valid response, it would top my list.Jacob and I exchanged a look as Dad wrapped up what felt like his hundredth question. We both knew we had nothing concrete to offer. Sure, we might’ve had a few scattered reasons, but none Dad would actually find acceptable."Listen, you two," Dad barked, "stop staring at each other and answer my questions right away. Chronologically, starting from question one.""Sorry, what was the question again?" Jacob’s casual tone almost made me laugh, but I caught myself, noting the way Dad’s expression twisted between irritat
Evelyn“If you two were going to make up this fast, then why the hell did you fight like that?” I glared at Dad and Jacob, incredulous. They were laughing, clinking their glasses together like they hadn’t been at each other’s throats this morning. I’d practically dragged Jacob out of the house, and forced him to sit in a coffee shop with me to calm down, maybe even let out a little steam. And while I was doing damage control, Dad had called me, saying, “Kick his arse, and come home without him. Don’t even think about bringing him back.”Yet here we were, hours later, with them acting like nothing had ever happened. I had no clue what changed. All I remembered was Jacob getting a call from Dad, his face going from stormy to smiling in seconds. “Let’s go,” he’d said, just like that. “My friend’s calling me back.”I clenched my fists. What was the point of putting Clara and me through their drama if they were just going to wave it off like it didn’t matter?“Hey, remember that girl? Yola
EvelynI drew in a deep breath, feeling the thick silence that had settled over the room. Jacob and I had discussed this trip to Italy at the café earlier, and although nerves hummed beneath my skin, a larger part of me was thrilled. Going back would be a fresh start, a chance for us to be together without the cloud of past events hanging over us. Last time, circumstances hadn’t allowed for much happiness, and yet here we were, hoping to rewrite that story.This trip could be really be different and thousand percent better.But there was one catch: my dad.He’d always been protective, and after everything that happened there, I knew he might see this as a risk—a trip he wouldn’t want me to take, not so soon. I glanced at Jacob, feeling his hand give mine a small, reassuring squeeze under the table as Dad emitted a long sigh. He reached for more veggies, placing them on his plate with a practiced calm, chewing as though he hadn’t heard the question Jacob had asked moments earlier.Was
Evelyn"Black suits you better," Jacob said, his voice a low murmur, "That peach one was far too plain.""Fine," I relented, handing the black dress to the sales assistant, who’d practically become our shopping partner at this point. Jacob and I had been here for the past hour, and just when I thought we were done, he'd find something else—matching shoes, bags, accessories, even items I knew would just sit in my closet collecting dust."I want to see the blue one," he directed at the assistant, who promptly retrieved it."More?" I protested, glancing at the growing pile of bags. "Jacob, I’m running out of closet space. Where am I supposed to keep all this?"His lips curved into that irresistible, teasing smile. "Better figure it out, baby, because I’m not done yet. Now, go try this one too.""Jacob—""Go, Evelyn.""Fine. But if I never wear half of these, it’s on you."He laughed softly, and I felt myself fighting a smile, masking it with a glare as I stepped into the dressing room. T
Evelyn“God, you are beautiful,” Jacob murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I snuggled closer to him under the umbrella on the chaise lounge, wrapped in his warmth and the safety of his arms. This was, what, the third time he’d told me this today? I couldn’t lie; I loved every word, every look he’d been giving me. Lately, it was like he couldn’t get enough of me, like he was falling all over again, and if I claimed not to enjoy it, I’d be the biggest liar. Well, I was a liar at times but when it came to Jacob, or anything about him, I’d was nothing but honest.“Careful there,” I giggled, glancing up at him. “You’re becoming obsessed with me.”“Too late for that, Evie. I’ve been obsessed with you for as long as I can remember.”“Oh, really?” I teased, brushing my nose against his.Just then, Jennie’s groan cut through our bubble. “Please, stop. I’ve been watching this for the last hour, and if I have to see any more of this lovey-dovey nonsense, I’m going to need another drink. L
Evelyn “Welcome back.” Jacob scooped me up the moment I stepped inside the apartment, spinning us around before I even had a chance to take a step on my own. I laughed, holding on tighter as he twirled us, our laughter filling the familiar space.“Silly,” I whispered as he settled us on the couch, cradling me in his lap like a baby. Jacob always treated me like one, and honestly, I didn’t mind being spoiled. After the long flight, I should’ve felt tired, but the moment we breathed in the air of Italy, any exhaustion disappeared. And being back in this apartment, where we’d built so many memories—the good, the hard, the unforgettable—felt as sweet as it was bittersweet.“You have no idea how empty this place felt after you left,” Jacob murmured, his eyes scanning my face as if memorizing every detail. “It was like I was dying a little every day. The silence, missing your warmth, your scent, the soft sound of your footsteps… it all just killed me, baby. I love you.” His forehead presse
JacobAs the elevator doors slid shut, a jolt of panic shot through me.Fuck.I wasn't thinking—I never was when it came to Evelyn.Before I could process it, my legs were moving, rushing toward the stairwell. The cold air burned my lungs as I sprinted down the steps, two at a time, the echoes of my own footsteps pounding in my ears.God! What the hell was I thinking? Why didn’t I stop her?Fuck. I knew the answer—I was too busy self loathing in my own mind.By the time I reached the ground floor, my breathing was ragged, sharp exhales cutting through the silence. I bolted toward the parking lot, scanning frantically.Nothing.She was gone.God, how the fuck did she disappear so fast?It was nearly night. The streets were emptying, the sky turning a shade too dark, too ominous. And Evelyn? She wasn't even wearing anything warm enough.This wasn't safe. Not for her.Not for the—fuck—not for the baby.I raked a hand through my hair, frustration clawing at my skin. "Why am I even thinkin
Evelyn"W-what?" My voice trembled, barely a whisper. Somewhere deep inside me—somewhere I refused to acknowledge—there was hope. A desperate, foolish hope that he’d say something different. That he wouldn’t break me with a brutal truth like this."Yes, Evelyn." His voice was steady, his eyes cold, though maybe—just maybe—there was a flicker of guilt in them. But at that moment, guilt didn’t matter. His words did. His actions did. The emotions he chose to display, and the ones he kept buried, were the only things that mattered."I am not fucking ready to be a father." His tone was unyielding, each word a blade slicing through me. "I don’t want to be a father. I don’t have it in me, and I’d rather die than carry a burden like that. Raising a kid, all of it—it’s pointless. Stupid. Meaningless shit. And I thought you felt the same, but I was wrong. And that fucking scares me. I hoped I could convince you, but you’re proving me wrong at every turn. Evelyn, no matter how much you think you
Samuel"You're too young for a baby, Evelyn!""Jacob's right—you should abort it!""No, you can't have a kid when you're still a kid yourself!""I'm going to kill that bastard!""Evelyn, think it through!"A hundred pleas, a hundred desperate arguments—none of them mattered. She was hell-bent on having this baby. And truth be told, I couldn't force her. Danica and I had her when we were young too. Questioning her now would mean admitting we thought she was less capable than we had been.And I refused to do that. My daughter could handle this. I knew she could.As shocking as the news was, my bigger concern was Jacob. That piece of shit's reaction. I knew what this meant for him—how the word father terrified him, how much he hated himself for the blood that ran through his veins.He didn't think he was capable of being a father because he was convinced he'd fail. I'd seen it in him for years—his greatest fear."Do you think Jacob's going to agree to this?" Clara asked, worry lacing her
EvelynThe soft sound of someone shifting and moving around the room pulled me from the depths of sleep. My eyes blinked open, heavy with lingering grogginess, and I saw Jacob getting ready—probably for the office, judging by his sharp suit.Dragging myself up despite the weight of sleep threatening to drag me back into the sea of the mattress, I yawned. Maybe it was just another side effect of pregnancy—this constant, consuming need to rest.“What are you doing?” I mumbled, voice thick with sleep.Jacob froze mid-motion, his hand hesitating as he fastened his watch. He turned toward me, his gaze softening as he abandoned the task and approached the bed. “Sorry, baby, did I wake you up?” he murmured, leaning down to caress my cheek.“Not really.” I let out another yawn. “But why are you leaving so early? You usually head out much later than this.”A small chuckle escaped him as he caught my hands, preventing me from rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “Don’t do that,” he teased. “If you w
EvelynIt was noon when I couldn’t stand the silence any longer. It was suffocating, eating away at me, and I had no idea how to face it. So, I did the only thing I could—opened the damn door and walked out.Jacob was sitting on the couch, his head lowered, eyes fixed on his hands, clenching them together like they could somehow hold him together. The sound of my footsteps must have pulled him from his haze because his gaze shifted to me, and I saw the tension in his shoulders ease. A quiet sigh escaped his lips.He didn’t say a word, just stood as I walked toward him, stopping just a breath away. My chest tightened. Tears were threatening to spill, and worse—he could see it. That made it worse, because now I couldn’t hide it. The lump in my throat grew with each passing second.Before I could say anything, he raised his hands, cupping my face gently. His touch shattered whatever restraint I had left, and my chin trembled, fighting to hold back the flood of tears.He seemed to feel it
EvelynSunlight filtered through the small gap between the curtains, landing softly on my face. I squeezed my eyes shut, determined not to wake up, but it only lasted a moment before I gave in. Panic shot through every one of my veins as I opened my eyes and saw the empty space beside me.Sitting up hurriedly, I scanned the room.Did he not come home last night?I slipped on my slippers, ready to search for him, when a realization stopped me in my tracks. I'd fallen asleep on the sofa, waiting for him. Yet here I was, waking up in bed. The memory hit me then—his strong arms carrying me to bed, his warmth enveloping me as he held me close.I stepped out of the bedroom, my ears catching the soft clatter of utensils. Following the sounds to the kitchen, I found him there, cooking breakfast.A sigh of relief escaped me at the sight. He stood at the stove, relaxed and focused, as if the weight of our troubles didn't exist. As if we didn't have a situation to handle. As if we both weren't w
JacobI sat in my office, drenched in sweat, my breath shallow and quick. Dread crawled under my skin, seeping into my bones, invading every inch of me until I was cold. The air around me felt thick, suffocating, and each breath I managed to draw seemed to take all my strength. It was suddenly a chore to keep breathing and stay alive.I paced back and forth, running a hand through my hair, the dim light above the ceiling the only thing cutting through the darkness. I couldn’t bear to be in complete darkness right now. I needed to see something, anything, just to remind myself I was still here."Calm down," I muttered, trying to steady my shaking hands, clenching them into fists at my sides. "Fucking calm down."It had been years—years since I’d felt like this.The last time was when I was fifteen.I thought I'd outgrown it, that I had put all of it behind me. The fear. The pain. The panic. Why now? Why was it coming back?"He's dead," I breathed out, burying my face in my hands. The w
EvelynI stepped out of the doctor's office, my heart heavy and light all at once. It thudded violently against my ribs, my breath coming in shallow bursts. My skin felt cold, and tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. The feelings surged, intensifying with every second, creeping into every cell of my body.I felt lost. Hopeless. Overwhelmed.Was I ready to be a mother?I didn't know.Was it too soon? Maybe.But not once, in the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind, did the idea of harming the tiny soul growing inside me cross my mind. My decision had already been made before I even realized there was one to make. I knew what I was going to do.I just didn't know how.Two and a half months. Probably from our time in America. And yet, until two days ago, the thought hadn't even occurred to me.Lost in thought, I pushed open the door to our apartment. The evening light filtered through the large windows, casting a warm glow. I froze when I spotted Jacob. He stood facing the mirr
EvelynIt took time to calm my racing thoughts, but even now, I had no answers. Still nothing but a plain sheet of blank covering my whole mind. Every corner.I needed to hear it from Jacob—his opinion, his view. This wasn’t just my decision or a race alone. It was ours.We had to face this situation together…For….Our baby.“I’ve looked into a few venues,” Jacob murmured, brushing his thumb over my ring. The moonlight caught it, making it gleam. “I liked some, but a few need a closer look. You should come with me,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of my head, “Well, you are coming with me.”His warmth lulled me for a moment, my eyes fluttering shut.“So, no more secrets like everything else?” I teased, a soft chuckle escaping as I leaned back against him. His chest met my back, his warmth hugging me and his nose grazed my neck as he inhaled deeply. “If I could keep it a secret, I would,” he deadpanned, making me laugh again. “But I want the venue to be your choice. Besides