(Anj’s POV)This is the third time I yawn, and Dylan and Anya glance at me every time I do that. I blinked and tried to focus on what I was reading, but I couldn’t help myself from closing my eyes. I already slept early last night, yet I still feel sleepy and tired.I shook my head, but when I couldn’t force my eyelids to stay open, I rested my head, pressing my forehead on the book on the table.“Is she okay?” I heard Dylan asking Anya.“I’m not sure,” She whispered. “She’s been acting weird, and even Sister Grace is worried about her.”I groaned, raising my head to look at them. “I can hear you, you know.” I wanted to cry, not understanding what was wrong with me. Maybe my body was already asking me to rest because ever since I returned, I made myself very busy, focusing on work and my studies to forget about Sky.“Last night, we caught her memorizing the prayer book in Latin,” she clucked her tongue. “Maybe she’s possessed or something.”I sneered at her but chuckled as I remembere
(Anj’s POV)My big brain has been working busily, counting the days, checking on the possibility that my two nights of madness with Sky Mars bear fruit, and the scary part, when I returned home, there was a big chance that I did not go back in one piece, but in two.After that short talk with Ms. Livy, I had forgotten that Dylan would treat Anya and me to eating ice cream. I walked in the other direction, going to a drug store to get the one thing I never expected I would buy at my age now, and headed to the nursing home.I made sure to hide the pregnancy test kit well in my cabinet before going to Sister Grace’s office. I found her doing paper works, and when she saw me standing in the doorway, she stopped reading the documents.“Is something wrong?” She worriedly asked me, looking at me with great concern because it was still early for my shift in the nursing home. “Are you feeling okay?”I swallowed hard, and maybe my tongue included because no words came out when I opened my mouth
(Anj’s POV)Pregnant.One word. It is either a presumption based on nothing but experience, or it could be found on the fact that the pregnancy kit could provide proof.“Dear Angela, are you pregnant?” asked Sister Grace, who could hardly move from the doorway.I met her eyes and made sure I did not blink or breathe. “If I will not use my immaculate joke, then how can I be pregnant?”We all turned to Mr. Simon, who suddenly laughed, looking at us. “Why are you so surprised if Anj is pregnant? She’s young! Be shocked if Antonetta here tells everyone she’s pregnant.”I smiled but twitched my lips when Anya glared at me. “Fine,” I mouthed and raised my hands.I raised my head, looked at everyone inside the family room, and smiled. “Yes, I’m pregnant!” And then I screamed in delight, making sure I sounded happy. “Anya, you’re gonna be an aunt.”Dylan raised his eyebrows but chuckled, shaking his head at me, thinking it was one of my jokes.Anya sneered at me. “Don’t you dare scare us agai
(Anj’s POV) When I was two, Sister Grace made me go and join Anya in school because she thought an environment with children around me would be healthy for me – mentally and physically. Anya was in kindergarten, and I remembered her teacher let me stay in the play area to make myself busy with colorful blocks as they learned to count numbers and read alphabet letters. “What did you learn today?” Sister Grace asked me as she picked us up after school. She put me in a toddler carrier and held Anya’s hand as we all returned to the nursing home. Aunt Rose had to work full time after her husband died in an accident on the job site, so Sister Grace, after taking care of the residents in the nursing home, picked us up. “Counting numbers and reading alphabet letters,” Anya jumped cheerfully as she answered. Sister Grace smiled. “That’s nice. How about my little angel? What did you learn today?” “Counting numbers and reading alphabet letters,” I repeated Anya’s answer. Anya wrinkled her
(Sky’s POV)“That girl really messed up with your brain, huh?” Dad smiled as I asked Frank to stop the car on Heaven Avenue for the last time. “What if she doesn’t exist?”It had been two months, and I was like a lunatic still looking for her, yet I could not find her. What is the justification of heaven for making such a big joke? I asked for a miracle, not an ugly duckling who hid her true beauty and left a curse in my life like I could not give my whole heart to the woman I had been chasing for a long time.Lalaine and I spent a great week in the Caribbean. Still, every time I kissed her, I would remember the mysterious young woman I was with that night at the party, the angel I married, and a teenager who admitted and slammed the truth into my face that our marriage was never binding.“I can’t forgive her, Dad. No one messes with the Mighty Sky,” I gritted my teeth in anger and great pain hidden in my heart.“Angels can,” Olivia giggled as she pressed her forehead on the window. “
(Anj’s POV)Dylan pushed the door of the convenience store to treat Anya and me, and as he promised me last night, he would buy me ice cream after his crazy joke of marrying him.“I want a chocolate ice cream,” I demanded him as we crowded around the refrigerator.“You can’t have chocolate,” Anya said. “You don’t want your baby to look like a cacao,” she chuckled at her joke, but Dylan ignored her and opened the refrigerator, getting expensive ice cream.“Hey,” I protested, taking the ice cream pint from him and returning it inside. Instead, I chose the less expensive brand and gave it to him. “You have to save money,” I said, making him raise his eyebrows. “I might need to borrow money from you for baby stuff.”His lips twitched as he shook his head and turned to Anya, waiting for what she liked. “I had ice cream yesterday already, and with those calories, nuh-uh!” She took a yogurt instead and gave it to Dylan.“Make it two,” he said and waited for Anya to give him another yogurt
(Anj’s POV)Before reaching the driveway, I could see Dylan pacing and Anya laughing as if she was making fun of him.How long has it been?I cut my ties with my only two friends for almost six years, communicating secretly only with Sister Grace and Aunt Rose so they would not worry about me after Father Jesse had to go to Italy. If only Sister Grace had not gotten confined in the hospital, I would not have come back yet.When I stopped the car, Dylan and Anya dashed to the driver’s side and waited for me to go out. I glanced at my company, which had finally fallen asleep after long hours of talking, complaining, fighting, and crying. I opened the door and smiled.“Oh, my God!” Anya’s eyes widened, and she screamed excitedly as she saw me.“Anya!” I cried as we hugged each other. She was still the same Anya, only she looked mature now, bolder and sexier. She moved away and looked at me from head to toe. “Where’s my cousin? What have you done to her?” She laughed, smacking my arm lig
(Anj’s POV)“Good morning, mommy!” Leyanne greeted, her eyes still closed as she walked toward the dining room.“Good morning! Just mommy?” I had to come to her to ensure her head would not bump the edge of the table. Smelling my scent, she raised her arms, wanting me to carry her. I took her and sat her at the table.She opened her eyes, blinked her round eyes, and still sleepy, she greeted the others. “Good morning, Aunt Anya. Good morning, Uncle Dylan.”“Good morning, Selene,” Anya greeted sweetly as she placed plates and cutleries on the table.“I’m not Selene,” Leyanne mumbled. “I’m Leyanne,” She corrected, adjusting the brim of her eyeglasses.“Hmm,” Dylan knitted his eyebrows as he placed the scrambled eggs he had just made. “I thought Selene wears the eyeglasses?” he asked amusingly.Before I could explain that the three of them had eyeglasses, Selene came out of the bedroom, wearing the same pajamas.“Good morning!” she greeted cheerily and sat on the chair on her own.“Mommy