I finally had the courage to contact Zandrey. I asked him if I could meet him... and her. That's why I couldn’t contain my nerves right now while I was going out of my car. He gave me the address to their home. He took a leave so he's there. He even volunteered to take me but I was firm in going there by myself. I saw Zandrey waiting for me by the gate. It was a two-storey house that had a huge lot. There's either a pool or a huge garage. That, I'm not sure yet. Zandrey gave me a tight-lipped smile when I was nearing him. "Hi," he greeted. "Hi," I replied. If there’s something dominant about what I’m feeling right now, that’s nervousness. I couldn’t chill while I was on my way here. Good thing I was able to drive safely earlier. I'm gonna see her again. And even if I tried to prepare myself for that meeting, I still feel nervous. I'm scared of what I'm going to hear. I'm scared of what I might feel after hearing her explanation. "She's waiting for you," he said. Upon en
I feel like I was a walking zombie. I have so much on my schedule the past few days and a lot of things keep on happening. Everyone is restless. I don't even know how I managed to accomplish all my work. It has been almost a month since I heard my mother's explanation. I still think about it pretty much everyday and as each day passes, I feel like the pain is also slowly subsiding... or maybe I'm just getting used to it. It’s also been a month since I stopped talking to Zandrey. The coffee continued and he would often go to my office to visit but I never allowed him inside. My mind will just get messier if I see him. I need to reflect on everything and in order for me to be able to reflect well, I need not to see his face. Dad seems okay. It was easier for Dad to accept everything and maybe that has something to do with Mommy Miranda by her side. I wish I also had someone to be with in times like this. I can’t see Daisy that often since she's still advised to have a bed-rest. And I
I woke up with no Andrei beside me. When I looked around, he was also nowhere inside the room. It's officially his birthday and everybody in the house is so excited for it. Toy story is the theme of the party. Andrei specifically asked for it. He already knows what he wants and what he doesn't want, and just thinking about it kind of makes me well up with tears. He's really growing up. Even if I wanted to stop it, I know it's impossible. I just want him to remain this bubbly kid that he is. I wanted to protect him from this world's cruelty. I don’t want him to grow up and go through the problems adults go through. I slowly stood up and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. The party’s at 3 pm so I still have much time to prepare. I really took a leave from work just so I could attend. I also requested for Janine to close the shop so she could attend. Some of my staff who are not busy are also invited. I also heard from Zandrey that he will take a leave today. This is the first
"Be good, okay?" I said to Andrei. I am not feeling well right now and Zandrey’s on duty so I just asked our driver to take Andrei to school. I really can’t handle moving a lot today. Everything hurts, and I think this is the result of not being able to take a rest after a lot of busy days. "Okay, Mommy," he replied. He hugged me before I closed the door to the backseat. "Please drive safely," I told our driver and he smiled at me and assured me nothing bad will happen. I remained standing near the gate as I watched the car run. When the car was no longer visible in my sight, I went inside. "Are you okay, Auntie?" I asked Auntie Gina. She looked so pale while running towards me. "Ma'am Miranda’s crying so hard. She said her stomach is aching so bad," she said. "What?" "She’s in her room," she grumbled. I quickly ran upstairs to check on Mommy Miranda. It was like all the pain I was feeling earlier suddenly vanished. I couldn’t think of myself. All I thought about was Mommy Mira
I still feel so sick. I still feel all the tiredness and all the pain, but at this point, I couldn’t focus on it. A lot has happened. Everything happened simultaneously and I don’t know how to deal with it. It was like everything was dumped at me. It’s so heavy.It’s so difficult.The next day, when I got to the hospital, I saw Dad sleeping while sitting. "Dad.." He woke up and looked up to me and flashed his sad smile. "Go home, Dad. It’s your turn to take a rest," I said but he shook his head. I know he doesn’t want to leave Mommy Miranda. Even I don't want to leave her because I was afraid of what might happen. But I also just can’t let him not take a rest. I don’t want him to be sick either. "Dad, Mommy Miranda wouldn’t like it if you won’t take a rest. Auntie Gina will come here later so you don’t have to worry," I added. It took me a lot of convincing before he went home. I could see how tired he was but he said he’ll just take a rest for a while and will come back later in
I tried to calm myself first before going back to Mommy Miranda’s room. Even if I already feel so tired, I can’t let her see it. I don’t want her to worry about us. It should be us worrying about her. She shouldn’t think about anything else, but getting better. Because we can’t afford to lose her. When I got to her, I saw her already awake and so I smiled at her. She’s still lying on the bed. I really wish I could do something for her. "How are you feeling, Mom?" I asked as I sat next to her.She smiled at me. But there was something different in her smile. "You should give Emily another chance," she said. She's in pain but she still thinks of other people. I don’t know how she’s able to do that."We already talked," I replied. She nodded with a smile on her face. She’s smiling, but seeing that smile is hurting me. My eyes automatically tears up just seeing that smile, so I looked away.She made my life bearable the past years. She's my mother and she made me feel her presence in
I’ve been almost living in the hospital. I would go to work but my mind would always wander, that’s why after work, I always go directly to the hospital. My mind’s really in chaos when I don’t get to visit Mommy Miranda and Daisy. Whenever I don’t know how they’re doing, I feel uneasy. It has become a part of my routine to visit them every time I have the chance. I went to Daisy first. Dom texted me earlier that she’ll be discharged tomorrow. I knocked on the door before opening it. I peeked first to make sure I’m not walking into an awkward situation. Because the last time I went it straight, I walked into them both crying. I saw Dominic sitting beside Daisy who’s currently sleeping.“How is she?” I asked when I entered the room. I tried to not make so much noise because I don’t want to wake her up. It's the only time she gets to be at peace. Because the moment she opens her eyes, she would always cry. “Still not as talkative, but she’s eating now,” Dominic replied. He’s looking
I didn’t know what to say. What he said really caught me off guard. Why does he has to say all of these?I stayed silent simply because I am lost for words. We looked like fools standing in front of a door. People would be weirded out if they see us here. “You know what, never mind,” he said, dismissing the topic we had earlier. I am suddenly lost. I don't know what's going on in his head. He opened the door to Mommy Miranda's, so I was forced to tuck that topic at the deepest part of my brain. When we entered the room, both Mom and dad were looking at us. And Mommy Miranda’s smile as usual looks like she’s teasing us. They might have noticed too that Zandrey and I are getting better. We were pretty much always together and everytime, Mommy Miranda has that weird smile on her face. I know what she's thinking. A part of me wants to stop her from thinking that way but I still ended up letting her think whatever. If that somehow makes her forget all the pain she's feeling, that's fi
Zandrey should know because he's a doctor. I wanted to ask him, but I suddenly felt conscious. Even if we've done it many times, I still have an ounce of shyness in me.I saw him walk towards me. He's carrying our son in his arms. I saw how the kid ran to him earlier and how excitement filled his face when he saw his father. And now, the kid was talking non-stop while they were on the way towards me, yet Zandrey's gaze remains on me.He has that usual smile on his face. He looks so carefree and problem-free. He's always glowing. I feel like the world is really unfair because those who has stressful jobs are the ones more glowing. Zandrey is a walking example. He's busy with his job and does not have much time for himself, but he still manages to smile like that.He radiates so much positivity, and I just realized how much I needed someone like him in my life. I feel like we compliment well. Even when we just knew each other, we already clicked. I know he's a good person and has a good
"Are you joining in the van with us?" Daisy asked. They're currently loading all the stuff we need to the van. Dominic will be driving. All their stuff are already inside. They just dropped by here to get the stuff we will bring. After that, they'll go to Mommy Emily to get her. As for Zandrey, I'm not sure. He's not here yet. "I'm not sure," I answered. They did almost everything, while I just sat there watching them. I wanna help but I know lifting heavy stuff isn't for me, especially right now. I get clumsy sometimes so I should move as less as possible. "Where's Zandrey?" She added. He has work last night. I just don't know if his shift is over. His schedule often changes and he wasn't able to inform me. "I also don't know," I replied. I kind of feel sad that he's not here yet, but I cannot do anything about it. "Can you give me some of that?" I added. She was eating some chips and she was eating it with gusto that I felt the need to eat some as well. She handed me the pack. I
We weren't able to push through our plan of going to the beach after my birthday. When I knew I was pregnant, I told everyone we can't go because I was not feeling well. Maybe I lied well in that part because they never doubted me.However, maybe we were bound to go one way or another, because Daisy decided to set another date. And this time, I was not able to invent a lie, unfortunately. "This will look good on you!" Daisy mumbled. She handed me the hanger with a pair of swim suit. I frowned at her. I shouldn't wear something like that. I'm not sure how visible my bump is. We're currently at the mall, buying stuff for our beach getaway which wil happen this weekend. She wanted to buy some new stuff for herself so I just tagged along. She ended up choosing things for the both of us. "I don't like that," I said. "This really suits you," she insisted. I shook my head and tried to look for something else. I don't want something so revealing. "What do you want?" She asked as she put
Since we haven’t told anyone yet about the pregnancy, we were very careful when it comes to doing things. He wants me to stay at home for now, and maybe work from home too. But I don't want to. People will definitely wonder why I’m not doing my normal routine. So here I am, in the office and doing all the things I’m supposed to do. I even drove myself coming here while Zandrey drove Andrei to school. “Good morning, Ma’am Aira,” Jelyn greeted when she saw me coming. I smiled at her and gestured to her to follow me to my office. This time, I was not wearing heels and was walking as carefully as possible. I'm still afraid I'll trip and fall. Of course, I don’t want that to happen so I’m being extra careful. Jelyn then proceeded to tell me all the things that I need to do today. That includes some meetings and site visits. But I declined the site visits. It's too risky for now. “Can you ask my Dad if he can do the site visit instead?” I asked. “Yes, Ma'am. I'll inform him
I’d like to think that this is my pregnancy hormones craving for Zandrey, craving for his presence and all of him. I’m definitely not the clingy type but I have this feeling that I just want to see him all the time. I want to feel his presence all the time. I want to hear his voice all the time. I’m getting used to this feeling of wanting him to be just around all the time. It has been two weeks since we knew about my pregnancy. I haven't said anything to anyone just yet. Even Zandrey hasn't said anything too. It’s just the two of us who know I’m carrying his child. We have already been to the OB-Gyne. I was so nervous. I was reminded of the time I also went to the OB-Gyne when I was pregnant with Andrei and Andres. I was also very nervous that time. But unlike now, I have someone I can hold when I’m trembling in fear. Before, I used to go to my appointments with Dad or Mommy Miranda. But being accompanied by Zandrey hits different. The entire time I was being checked by the d
I feel like I look like a kid waiting for her parents to come home. I was sitting on the balcony of my room. I could see the gate from up here and I could see anyone coming. I sat there patiently, waiting for a car to arrive- waiting for Zandrey to arrive. I already cleaned myself after puking. I'm already wearing fresh clothes. I don't want to go downstairs just yet. I wanna know he's already there before I go down. While I was waiting for him, I was also thinking about a lot of things. I was thinking about when I should tell the people close to me about my pregnancy. I need the perfect timing. Mommy Miranda just passed away and Daisy lost her baby. I'm really not sure if it's okay to tell them just yet. I really have to think about it. I'm also not sure how Andrei would react. The kid would be thrilled, I can imagine. But I also don't know if I should tell him already. I probably need Zandrey’s perspective on this. While thinking about things, I saw Zandrey’s car parked o
"Daisy," I called. She asked me to meet her at a restaurant just near my shop. I don’t know what’s going on. She didn’t tell me anything, but I know something is bothering her. Her calling out of the blue and asking me to hang out somewhere definitely tells me something. "Oh Ai," she murmured. She motioned me to sit in front of her so I did. "Why did you call me again? Is something wrong?" I asked the moment I sat down. She smiled at me. I’m just not sure if it was a genuine or forced one. She suddenly became hard to read. Before, I could read her by just looking at her face. It seems she has become better at hiding what she really feels. I don’t know if that’s a good thing. "I just needed someone to talk to,” she answered and then she stifled a sigh. I suddenly feel bad. I don’t know just yet what’s really the reason why she’s like this, but I already feel so bad. "Tell me what's wrong," I grumbled. "A lot of weird things are just happening in my life lately,” she replied and it
The thought that I am pregnant didn't register in my head right away. I still can’t believe it and the idea’s still out there, in the abyss of my thoughts and is refusing to be acknowledged. We ate the ice cream together, but that was just it. We barely spoke a word, and I don’t know what to feel about it. I know Zandrey is also thinking about a lot of things right now. When he left, I was left there with my thoughts. It was surrounding me that I almost thought I was drowning. I tried swimming and then gave up. And then there it is… It finally sinked n. I am pregnant. Andrei’s going to have a sibling. Dad will have another grandchild. Daisy will have another niece or nephew. God, Daisy… I don’t know why but I suddenly felt guilty about getting pregnant unexpectedly. I’m not sure how it happened. I was prompt with my pills… or was I? I know it happens, but it’s crazy to have happened to me. We were careful, since we started the agreement. Were his sperms that strong? Does t
Zandrey’s POV I don’t want to agree on the arrangement Aira wanted. I’m not just after her body. I want to be in her life, to be in our son’s life, to be included in her priorities. But I can't just push that thought, can I? I want her for myself, but I don’t want her to think I’m selfish. In every decision I make since we met again, she was in my head. Every step I make, it’s her that I consider. I just wanted to win her back. But destiny has been so playful. We see each other, but she doesn't like seeing me. But still, giving up on her was not in my plans. I’ll do everything I can to win her trust again. If it means waiting for her until I turn seventy, then I am okay with that. She’s worth the wait, so I am willing to wait. Giving her pleasure was so important for me. It’s always her over anything. Even if I don't get mine, I'm fine, as long as she’s satisfied, and I make her moan for my name, I’m good with that. Nothing feels better than that. Everytime she scratches