“Why are you so far from me?” I ask Shalom who is sitting at the edge of the bed looking at me nervously. “Come here.” I say offering my hand to her. She looks at it and then at me but she doesn’t move any closer. I can see in her eyes that she’s not sure and she’s hesitant. I know that she has some misgivings about me and my new single status. But that is not something she has to worry about. She’s who I want to be with, she’s right where she’s supposed to be. I’ve tried to let her know that everything that happened in the past has no effect on the now but she doesn’t seem to hear me. I know that it’s going to take more than words for her to trust me full and I get that I have some work to do, but I can’t lie and say that this is easy. I am holding myself back to give her the space to make her mind up about us, when all I want to do is grab her and make love to her forever. I want her so bad, every time I’m with her I wish we were naked and intertwined. My body is drawn to her,
“I want you.” I say talking through her kisses. She stops kissing me and looks me in my eyes. She starts taking off her top. I help her out of it and she helps me with mine. I help her out of her bra, leaning in to breast and greedily sucking it. “How can you sucking on my nipple feel so intense? I can feel it in my pussy.” She says panting loudly I suck on her breast harder and he gifts me an even louder moan. I turn my attention to her other nipple, giving it all the love. “I need to ride you while you suck on me like this.” She says and my cock almost jumps out of my pants. The image of her riding me flashed in my mind as soon as she said the words. “But first.” She says grabbing my head. “I need you naked. I need to see your beautiful body.” She says and I start to take off my clothes, she doesn’t need to tell me twice. I get rid of all my clothes so fast she giggles at me while she takes off the rest of her clothes. She had clothes to take off but I finished first. I love that
“Shalom.” Kane says softly. I turn my back to him, my body shaking. I can’t believe I was this careless. I had sex with him without protection. There so much wrong here. “ Shalom.” He repeats as I look around me for my clothes. I need to get out of here, I need to go think. I need space from him. I can never think straight when he’s around. “I need to get home. This can’t happen” I say finally. He stands up and reaches out for me. I move away from him but he grabs me by the waist. He gently pulls me to him and he sits on the bed. I try to get away from but he holds on. The more I try to get our of his hold the more I push my butt into his cock. The feel of his hardness is making me wet all over again. I shouldn’t be having these feelings right now. I feel his hand rub my belly slowly and gently. My pussy gets warm at his touch. I close my eyes asking for strength to get loose from him. He’s holding me but he’s not gripping onto me. I can get free if I want to. And I want to but it
A month later “Did you take the test?” Noni asks staring at me. “Will you not talk so loud?” I say making her quiet down. “I don’t want my mother to hear us.” I add and she looks at me in shock. Her mouth opens and her eyes pop out. “So you are pregnant!” She says whispering a little too loud for my liking. “I didn’t say that” I say feeling my heartbeat picking up. I still can’t believe the test came out positive. I sat on my toilet a month and a half ago and stared at the pee stick in shock. How can I be pregnant? It took one oops and that was it for me. “You didn’t have to.” She says sitting next to me on my sofa. She touches my hand and the tears I’ve held in for the past month come rolling down my face “Oh, Shalom. You have to talk to him. You can’t act like he doesn’t exist.” She says pulling me in for a long hug. “I don’t know how. I don’t even know if he wants to see me or talk to me.” I say feeling so guilty for the way I acted that night. I treated him like a random d
I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant I’m pregnant The words keep replaying in my mind. I stare at her not sure what to say or do. I’ve dreamed of this moment for years. I’ve wanted to hear this woman say these words to me from the first moment I saw her. I take a step toward her but change my mind. My heart is in my throat. I don’t know if I can trust her or this moment right now. This feels like a dream I should be waking up from. The past month has been a nightmare. Seeing her in my kitchen is messing with my head. She broke my heart that night. I don’t know if I can let her in again. How can I trust that she won’t kill me this time? But at the same time I can’t tell her to go home. She’s carrying my child I look at her belly and fight the urge to walk to her and place my hand there. I want to touch her so bad. I want to be near her so bad. Every fibre in my body wants her. I was hoping my anger towards her would take away these feelings but they feel like they’re multiplied. “U
“Are you feeling sleepy?” Kane asks looking at me. I open my eyes and smile at him. We’ve been lying on his sofa for the past hour. It’s like we took the time to reconnect. With every second that passed I felt the anxiety I was holding in my body. I didn’t realize how much I needed to feel his energy around me. I can feel my body relax. His scent is the medicine for every symptom I have. I close my eyes and breathe him in. My phone rings suddenly. I get up to go get it but he stops me. “I’ll get it.” He says going to the kitchen. “It’s your mom.” He says handing me the phone. “Hi ma.” I say sitting up. “Are you okay?” She says and I feel guilty for leaving her like that. “Yes. I’m on my way back home.” I say getting up from the sofa. “No!” She says so suddenly it takes me by surprise. “You don’t need to come back. I’m okay. I just needed to check on you. Bye.” She says ending the call. “Is everything okay?” He asks when I stare at my phone in surprise. “Yes.” I say smiling at h
“I’m hungry.” I say out loud as I walk into Kane’s kitchen. I open the fridge and stare at the contents. I see eggs, milk and butter. My brain immediately goes to waffles. My mouth waters at the thought of eating fluffy and tasty clouds of goodness. “But does this man have a waffle maker?” I say looking around the kitchen. It takes a minute but I squeal when I find a waffle maker. I gather all of the ingredients I need and start mixing the dry ones in one bowl and the wet ingredients in the other. I plug in the waffle maker and a thought hits me, what if it doesn’t work? I would have done this prep for nothing. I say a little prayer before I turn it on. It has to work; I have my heart set on having waffles. I get happy when it turns on and it works. I take a moment to mix the wet ingredients into the dry and mix. Then I pour the mixture onto the waffle maker. I close it and wait. “This is going to be so good.” I say watching the waffles cook. I make sure to use the whole mixture b
I walk through my front door and hear my mother wrestling around in the kitchen. I bet she decided the deep clean the whole place, even though it doesn’t need it. I close the door behind me and take a deep breath, this is it. I walk in that direction bracing myself for what might be the toughest conversation of my life. I’m nervous about telling her that I’m pregnant. My mother doesn’t believe in having kids outside of marriage. I can still remember the awkward and painful conversation she had with me when I was 17. She laid down the rules and put the fear in me. The weird thing is I had just lost my virginity and it was with Kane. I was terrified she had somehow found out what we had done but she didn’t know. She thinks I lost my virginity in my 20s. But today I have to tell Kane her that that same boy is going to be the father of my child. I guess nothing has changed. I stop at the kitchen doorway giving myself a moment to gather my thoughts. I’m scared she’s going to be disappoin
Six months later, our wedding day arrives. The venue is a charming chapel nestled in the hills, surrounded by a sea of white flowers. Everything is draped in white: the chairs, the aisle runner, even the delicate lace that adorns the altar. The soft glow of fairy lights adds a touch of magic, creating a dreamy atmosphere that feels like a scene out of a fairytale. Our guest list is intimate, just fifty of our closest friends and family, making the occasion feel even more special.I’m in a small room at the back of the chapel, getting ready. My dress is a vision of white silk and lace, hugging my curves in all the right places. The intricate beadwork sparkles as I move, catching the light. My hair is styled in loose waves, cascading down my back, with a simple veil trailing behind me. My mother and daughter, my beautiful flower girls, are beside me, dressed in matching white dresses with delicate floral crowns on their heads.My mother fusses over me, adjusting my veil and smoothing ou
I lie on my side and stare at Kane lying next to me. He closes his eyes and then he sighs happily as his body slowly calms down from the high of our orgasms. “I missed you so much,” I say, my voice trembling with emotion. I reach out and touch his brow, feeling the familiar warmth of his skin. The simple contact brings a rush of relief.He opens his eyes and smiles, the tenderness in his gaze melting the remaining shards of hurt within me. “I missed you too,” he replies, moving closer.“I don’t want to fight like that with you ever again,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, yet carrying the weight of a heartfelt promise. His nod is immediate, his eyes reflecting the same resolve.“We will never fight like that ever again,” he assures me, his tone filled with sincerity. He takes my hand into his, his grip firm yet gentle. Lifting it to his lips, he kisses it softly, the gesture a silent vow of commitment and love.I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of contentment that flows throug
I'm in bed watching Shaolm get ready to go to sleep. She's wearing one of those lingerie sets where you can see through the material. I watch the way her skin peaks through and wish my lips were slowly gliding over it. I wish I could feel the softness hidden beneath the material."You okay?" She says when she stops in the middle of the room to look at me. I nod and she starts walking into the bathroom.When she comes back to the room she gets into bed next to me."You're very silent tonight." She says looking over at me."I'm just thinking about how beautiful you are." I say and she smiles shyly."You're beautiful too." She says her smile getting wider and I just stare at her. There's so much light and warmth in her eyes it makes me sigh. She's incredibly gorgeous."Thank you." I say leaning over to kiss her. She wraps her arms around me leaning into the kiss.I slide onto my back, pulling her onto me. I moan
After a long day at the hospital, I finally make my way home, the weight of the day’s events pressing down on me. The evening air is cool, a welcome contrast to the sterile feeling of the hospital. As I unlock the door, the familiar scent of home greets me, and I immediately feel a bit lighter.“Baby?” I call out, stepping inside.“In the kitchen!” Her voice rings back, cheerful and warm.I find her at the stove, stirring a pot of something that smells amazing. She turns and smiles when she sees me, her eyes lighting up. “Hey, you. How was your day?”I lean in to kiss her, savoring the brief moment of normalcy. “Busy. Interesting, too. Smells great in here.”“Chicken curry,” she says with a grin. “It’ll be ready in a few minutes. Why don’t you get changed and relax for a bit?”“Sounds perfect.” I head to our bedroom, changing into more comfo
The hospital corridors hum with the usual morning bustle. As I head to the conference room for the morning briefing, I notice a familiar figure ahead, her brown hair tied back in a neat ponytail. My steps falter for a second before I continue walking, my mind racing.Olive.I know she ran into Shalom a week ago and I don't know how she'll react. It sucks that we have to work together but their internal medicine fellowship and our neurosurgery program h work together from time t time and I'm stuck with her this week. The unexpected sight of her here, in the same hospital, stirs up a whirlwind of emotions.Entering the conference room, I take a seat and try to focus on the meeting. Dr. Malik outlines the cases for the day, his voice steady and authoritative. When he mentions a complex case requiring collaboration with internal medicine, my heart skips a beat.“And for this case, you’ll be working closely with Dr. Olive Bennett from Internal Medicine,” he says, glancing around the room
Today is my first solo surgery. I can't believe it but I can because I worked harder than most people and I'm not surprised I've progressed so quickly in the program.It's both exciting and nerve wrecking blend as I prepare for my first solo surgery. It's a simple procedure—a lumbar discectomy—but the significance of it being my first is huge.Dr. Hunter's words from that first day echo in my mind as I scrub in: "This program is designed to challenge you and expand your capabilities." I’ve spent countless hours observing, assisting, and honing my skills under the watchful eyes of the attendings. Today, it’s my turn.I walk into the OR, the sterile environment buzzing with the quiet efficiency of the surgical team. Dr. Malik, who has been an incredible mentor, gives me a reassuring nod from across the room. “Ready, Dr.?” He smiles at me and I exhale slowly.“Ready,” I reply, my voice steady despite the
Sitting in my car, the world around me blurs as tears fill my eyes. My chest tightens, and I struggle to catch my breath. The image of Shalom with her baby is burned into my mind, a constant reminder of what I’ve lost. Panic grips me, making it hard to think, hard to breathe.I close my eyes, trying to calm myself. "In and out," I whisper to myself, focusing on my breathing. "In and out." Slowly, the panic begins to recede, but the pain remains, a dull ache in my chest.I lean back in my seat, staring at the ceiling. How did it come to this? How did I end up here, alone and broken? Kane was everything to me, and now he’s gone, living a life I can only dream of. I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing I could erase the last few minutes from my memory.But the truth is, I needed to see it. I needed to see that Kane has moved on, that he’s happy. Maybe now I can start to heal, to find a way to move forward without him.With a shaky breath, I open my eyes and wipe away the tears. I need to get ou
I can't believe what I'm seeing. It's her. My heart pounds as I duck behind a rack of summer dresses, and my breath catches in my throat. I peek through the fabric, watching Shalom browse the store with her baby. The scene stirs a whirlwind of emotions in me—a mix of anger, jealousy, and a tinge of curiosity.Shalom moves gracefully, her attention focused on the baby in a stroller. I can see the soft coos and the gentle way Shalom interacts with her baby, a smile across her lips. I feel my heart break at the sight. I want to get closer, to see the baby, and to understand what has changed in Kane's life since he broke up with me.My mind races with thoughts. Why did he choose Shalom? What did she have that I didn’t? I need answers, and this might be my only chance to find them.Taking a deep breath, I straighten up, trying to appear nonchalant as I step out from behind the rack. I pick up a dress and pretend to examine it, all the while inching closer to Shalom.Shalom seems oblivious
I stir awake, blinking sleepily the scent of coffee and pancakes fills the air. I sit up, stretching, and for a moment, a soft smile touches me lips as shei remembers the warmth of Kane beside me."Good morning, sleepyhead," Kane greets me with a grin as he places a plate of pancakes on the table. "I made your favorite"I smile, my eyes brightening. "You spoil me," I say, sliding into the chair. "Thank you, Kane."He pours me a cup of coffee, watching me as I take my first sip. "I thought we could spend the day together. Maybe take Rene to the zoo. What do you think?"My smile widens at the mention of our daughter. "I think that sounds perfect," I reply, reaching for Kane's hand across the table. "I love the idea of a family day."As we eat breakfast, our conversation is light and filled with laughter. I find himself marveling at how easy it is to talk to him how natural it feels to plan our day together. There's a sense of normalcy that I cherishes, a reminder that we are building som