All Chapters of Meant To Be HIS : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I received a message from Fiona that morning and though I initially did not want to respond, I could not resist congratulating her on her engagement. She apologized for not reaching out sooner and asked about Damien's health. In response, I told her everything was fine and I wished her the best of luck as she prepared for her wedding. When I told Damien about it, he simply nodded and muttered a half-hearted "Congrats to her." That was an understandable reaction as far as I was concerned. My bump was growing. I had had a few antenatal visits and the baby was doing just fine even with all the rigorous and tedious activities I had been doing, oblivious of its existence. "I think we're going to have another boy." I mused, trying to start a lighthearted conversation with Damien who had been bent over a book all day. "Hmm." He hummed absentmindedly. "Babe?" "Yes?" He still was not looking up. "I know things aren't really easy for us right now, but I want to ask you something." I

There was something in the air that day. As we clinked our glasses that morning and chatted away, I felt a shift. Something had changed, I did not know what but something was about to happen and for the sake of my sanity, I hoped it was something good. "Daddy!" Damon was in front of me the next minute, panting as usual after running around on the front lawn."Yeah buddy.""I wanna ask you something.""Okay...?""Why are you always sitting on this chair?""Oh," Ariana gasped. I signalled her to let me handle it. I could tell they had asked her this question before and she probably did not give them a satisfactory answer which was why they came to me directly."Daddy can't walk." I stated plainly."Why? Did you have an accident?" "Something like that." There was no need going into the details of the life-threatening neurological disaster that had occurred in my life."Is that why you were away for so long?""Yeah.""But mommy said you went on a trip." He turned to her with an accusato

Injuries, cuts, pulls, pokes and all that could bring pain was all that came to Stella's mind. She wanted to inflict physical pain to at least dull the ache on the inside. If she could not be numb, maybe she could forget the pain by hurting herself or even ending her life. What was she living for? She had failed so woefully at life, she found her pretty face looking hideous whenever she passed by a mirror. All her life she had been trampled upon, been told she was just a dumb blonde and she had proved it right by the making the stupidest of decisions as the years went by. She was told that she was weak and not good enough for anything and once again, she had proved the naysayers right. Frail, lowly and mediocre, a weakling through and through, she despised herself. Months had gone by, she had failed her son again and here she was, unhappy with the life she had been deceived into wanting. She thought it was going to be fine. He said he was only going to take over Kingston Corp and ma

"Stay with me. Babe stay with me!" I was in between yelling and begging her to stay awake for me. I held on to her hand, struggling between holding on tightly or tenderly. "Don't close your eyes. Please babe, please." I said. The nurses were trying to keep her awake too. Her breaths were slowing down and there was still a quick flow of blood that soaked the fabric on the stretcher. "God I need a miracle. We can't lose this baby. It'll break her." I cried out. This child was our hope of a new beginning. Something to look forward to. If we lost him, Ariana would be so broken. "She'll be fine." I heard Him say. I took that as a positive sign that she and the baby were going to be alright. I just had to remain calm and wait for the doctor to come out. I called Ma Rosa and managed to tell her what had happened without breaking down. She promised to reach Pastor Anderson and his wife so they could pray for us. "Thank you," I said to her just before I hung up. "Doctor?" I looked up as t

I dabbed the blending foam over my cheeks one more time, staring at the finished look in the mirror with as satisfied smile on my face. I was still good at this makeup thing despite doing without it after so long. Damien went out of his way to stock up on my makeup products. I was so shocked that he got the shades right. It was such a pleasant surprise. Things were coming together. With the help of someone in church, through Pastor Anderson, he was able to secure a remote job in a tech startup that paid quite a sum. We had carved out a home office for him in what used to be our guest room and whenever he was in there, he was not to be disturbed. I shut my eyes as I sprayed the setting spray over my face, completing the look and waiting for it to marinate as I set up the tripod and camera I was going to use for my video. "Oh my goodness Mama Mia," Damien came in just then and I blushed as he showered me with compliments. "You are delectably gorgeous. The most beautiful woman to wa