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
EvelynLate at night, there came a knock on my door while I was in the shower, perched on the edge of my Jacuzzi, watching the tub fill. It had been, by far, the best day yet. Dad and Clara had just tied the knot, and tomorrow they'd set off for their honeymoon. As for me? I wasn't entirely sure. I had considered staying with Nancy for a month since Jacob had to head to Italy for some business involving a mess Chloe created. So, we had to stay away for a month.It didn't bother me. At least, I knew he was mine, and by the end of the day, he'd return home to me."Who is it?" I called out from inside the bathroom.It better not be Mason! That jerk had been pestering me for hours about the recent sex details of me and Jacob, and I had no idea why all my friends were so intrigued by my sex life. Maybe it was because it was still relatively new? Who could say? Not me.When I received no response, I stood up with the robe loosely draped around me and made my way to the bathroom door. "You b
EvelynOur kiss grew hotter as he lifted me, and we submerged into the Jacuzzi. He discarded my robe while I unfastened his belt and slid down his pants. Within minutes, we were both completely naked, our bodies pressed together, burning with desire."I don't know what I'm going to do to you..." he breathed, hungrily kissing down my neck. "You drive me insane.""And you drive me wild," I pulled him closer, leaning against the tub, my body partially immersed in the warm water as he hovered over me. Our lips met, and it felt too good, the sensation of his skin against mine was nothing short of heavenly. "I want to get lost in you, Jacob. Forever."Kissing me fervently, he gripped my jaw and slid his tongue into my mouth, resting his hand on my waist as he parted my thighs to keep me steady. Slowly, he entered me, raw. His skin brushed against my inner walls, creating a delightful sensation, the warm water soothing my tingling nerves."Oh, Jacob," I moaned into his mouth, my hips bucklin
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