EvelynI woke up feeling weary and tired. My eyes were still swollen and red, a testament to the fact that I'd spent the whole night crying, despite my friends' company, which, in the end, I had refused and kicked them out. Jacob wasn't here... that thought alone was painful.And even if I set it aside, just the mere consideration of how I was going to face Dad made my condition ten times worse. I had, without a doubt, hurt him deeply. He had done everything he could for me throughout his life—dedicated it to my well-being, and here I was, causing him such pain. Jacob had told me to handle it calmly and let Dad vent his anger on me if he wanted to—if that was the way to lighten up his mood, I'd not complain. But following Jacob's advice wasn't going to do it all—I had to shoulder some blame as well.Fuck! I should have just told him about this long ago, before things had escalated to this point. But my fears got the better of me, and they had messed things up terribly. Fucked me up
JacobShe stood before me, utterly shocked, unable to utter a word. She just gazed at me, as if her mind was processing a complex equation to ascertain whether this was reality or a hallucination—certainly it was not a hallucination but I wasn’t gonna clear her doubt yet.I concealed my smile as she blinked twice, then thrice. I could read her well; currently, she was likely suspecting that her mind was playing tricks on her.At this point, I was almost tempted to kiss her until her pink lips were swollen, but I couldn't take that risk with Samuel present. I still didn't have complete freedom to do whatever I wanted with my girlfriend when he was around. I had already figured it would take a few more months."Am I dreaming?" She finally whispered, and an involuntary grin spread across my face. I leaned in, planting a kiss on her soft cheek, then the other. They were soft just like rose petals. "Do you still think it's a dream?""Holy... what the—" She breathed out, still bewildered.
JacobWhat in the world could he be about to reveal—something that would be needed for the rest of my life? God, this sounded absurd but this conversation mattered, as long as he didn't launch himself at me or pummelled me with a barrage of curses.He had every fucking right to do that I just hoped he wouldn’t choose to exercise them! "All of our conversations mattered to me, man, as long as they weren't about choosing your outfits and whatnot," I said, my curiosity mounting, as I waited for his response."Damn it, I can't believe I'm doing this!" He uttered a frustrated sigh, "I'll probably regret it later."I gazed at him, equally bewildered by the situation. He was acting fucking weird! Throughout all the years I had known Samuel Fernandez, this was by far the most weird he had ever been. He appeared angry, undeniably so, but whatever he was about to say didn't seem to be directly related to his anger. I struggled to find words to describe his demeanor, as he seemed to be in a pe
EvelynMy eyes shot back to spot Jack standing at the doorway, and beside him, my very hesitant mother. Her uncertainty was a rare sight, but considering everything she had done, nearly ruining my relationship with Jacob, her hesitation was quite evident.Well...what else could I expect? After everything she'd done, it was obvious she'd be hesitant to face any of us, including me. However, for some reason, I didn't feel as angry as I should have. I couldn't find that deep-seated grudge or anger within me anymore. Where were they? Jack gently nodded at my mom, encouraging her as she stepped into the kitchen, her expression showing her doubts."Can we talk, Evelyn?" She hesitantly asked, her voice barely above an whisper and her eyes requesting.I looked at my man, and his green eyes conveyed the same message my mind was telling me—I should talk."Sure, Mom. We can talk," I said, my voice soft. I didn’t know why I had no resentment towards her anymore, maybe because I had Jacob with me
Evelyn A loud gasp slipped past my lips as I looked at the mirror. My entire neck was covered with his love love-bites, profoundly evident. This man….."This is so not fair, Jacob! You know the wedding is tomorrow, and you've covered my whole neck with these marks," I groaned as I examined the marks, my fingertips brushing over them, they didn’t hurt but still, this wasn’t fair, “It's going to take a while to cover them up.”Jacob rolled onto his front on the bed, looking at me with a grin—he was proud of his artwork. And god must be proud of his, because as I watched him, I couldn’t help but just watch….His chiseled body was half-covered by the sheets, the other half exposed, giving a very good view of half of his well-defined butt, and the sunlight streaming through the open curtains seemed to caress his form, his jawline seemed ever sharper from this angle and his eyes, they shone like diamonds. The entire universe appeared to conspire against me, for why else everything, like e
Jacob"Why are you yawning so much?" Samuel asked, a curious look in his eyes as he glanced at me. The designers were busy checking the fit of his suit.Even though Evelyn and I were official, it didn't mean I could tell him the truth. If I did, he might forget about his impending wedding and beat me to a pulp, and it dawned on me, I had forgotten to mention – his punches hurt like hell. But, I had a feeling my punches had left their own mark, given that I could see the girl doing his makeup trying to hide the red mark on his jaw."Nothing, I just didn't get enough sleep," I shrugged it off with a forced laugh, straightening my own suit."You better not be caught yawning in the videos. I don't need a boring shitty groomsman," Samuel warned, scoffing.God, he and his antics."Don't worry, I won't ruin it for you," I rolled my eyes as one of the dressers approached to fix my tie.A few moments passed in silence, and I noticed Samuel's expression shifting through a spectrum of colors – r
EvelynThe soft music played softly in the background as Clara walked gracefully down the aisle. The room's lighting dimmed, and the flowers seemed to come alive, their petals glistening in the subdued light. A pin-drop silence spread across the room as the haunting melody of a violin began to fill the air. At the end of the stage, My Dad stood, with Jacob by his side.I had the honor of walking her down the aisle, and my smile never wavered as I observed her and then glanced at her dad. His expression was one of sheer awe, as if Clara were a dream walking toward him—yes she was his dream and I was so happy that they were getting this chance—to spend their life together. It was impossible not to notice the hitch in his breath at that first glimpse of her.God..this wedding was a history.Gradually, tears welled up in Dad’s eyes, and as I looked at Clara, it became increasingly difficult to hold back my own. I didn't want to cry, but this moment was simply too precious. The two most p
EvelynAfter the toasts, dinner, and our enchanting first dance, the time had come for the traditional bouquet toss. Friends gathered with their significant others, and among them was Clara's friend, patiently waiting in line. I watched as they indulged in laughter and amusement, their faces illuminated with excitement.The dance had been nothing short of magical; Clara and Dad had looked resplendent, rendering everyone speechless. When it was time for the speeches, they brought tears to everyone's eyes. That's just the way they were - utterly perfect, almost beyond description.Jacob and I shared a dance, and by then, it seemed like everyone knew about us, even though we hadn't uttered a word to anyone. People could sense it, and more importantly, they could see it. It felt different now, being able to kiss him openly in front of everyone, to claim him as mine, and we were free from that 'forbidden' label.Love could never be forbidden. Ever.I chuckled as I observed how eagerly some
EvelynAfter Bianca's relentless 'barking'—Jacob's words, not mine—we finally escaped the room and sat at the breakfast table. What followed was a long, scolding lecture where she chastised us for acting like children. Jacob, of course, dismissed her entirely, declaring he refused to take advice from someone who was single. That hit a nerve. The next few minutes turned into a verbal battle while I quietly enjoyed the "healthy breakfast for pregnant women" Bianca had learned from a YouTube tutorial. It tasted good, though I had no clue what it was.Their bickering stopped as suddenly as it had started, both glaring over their plates like five-year-olds. Weird, right? Or maybe normal—I wouldn't know since I was an only child. Unless Dad and Clara surprised me with a sibling, which seemed unlikely, especially after my news."We need to get you checked out," Jacob murmured, eyes fixed on my belly like he ex
EvelynI woke up to the sensation of rough fingers tracing slow, featherlight patterns up and down my stomach. The warmth of small, lingering kisses ghosted over my skin, and for a moment, I just lay there, letting myself sink into the tenderness of it.Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I looked down to find Jacob sprawled across me, his head resting just above my belly, arms wrapped around me in a possessive grip.It took me a second to realize—he wasn't actually putting any weight on me. He was simply listening.A soft smile curled my lips as I tangled my fingers into his silky hair, scratching my nails lightly over his scalp. "What are you doing, silly?""Isn't it weird that I can't hear anything?" he murmured, his voice low and thoughtful. Without looking at me, he pressed his ear a little closer to my skin, as if trying to catch even the faintest whisper o
EvelynHis words sank in, and they still hurt—not because I didn't trust him, but because I did. Because I believed every word he said. Because I'd always believe him, even when he was the one who hurt me. And yet, here I was, crying in his arms like a wreck.But how could I blame him? He had been scared too.I never once felt like a burden—my father never made me feel that way. But Jacob? The very first stage of his life had been nothing but torment. He had every reason to fear the word father because his own had carved scars into him before Rosaline and Enzo found him, before he ever had a chance to heal.I didn't know how this realization settled in, but as I felt his breath tremble, his body shake ever so slightly—so slightly, as if he was trying to suppress it just to keep mine steady—it suddenly hit me.He was human too.He had b
JacobAs I stepped inside the room, Mom’s words echoed in my head."Yes, you might have his blood running in your veins, Jacob, but you are our child, do you hear that?" The soft touch of her hands against my cheek—the same touch that had comforted me since childhood—washed over my senses as I recalled the moment I had looked at her, my eyes filled with tears and disgust for myself, “Enzo and I raised you. If there’s anyone you are like, it’s Enzo. You are his carbon copy, Jacob. Enzo sees himself in you—not that bastard who doesn’t even deserve to be called a father."My gaze lifted, meeting Evelyn’s tear-filled eyes.And in that moment, the realization struck me."Look at me, Son." Dad had stood before me, for the first time in years, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. But he hadn’t let them fall—I had had learned it from him, “I don’t have much of an explanation for you. But remember this—even God makes mistakes. And in our case, he took our children and handed them to another
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