Nate's POV:I gazed at her in confusion as she went silent, looking down at her phone."All okay, babe?" I asked, rubbing her back and she walked away from me, rushing outside the balcony. She was scaring the fuck out of me now. We just had a magical moment and I couldn't understand why she was upset."Ummm...I think you should leave. I'll call you later, Nate." She spoke with no emotion in her voice and her back was facing me.What the fuck?"No offense, baby. But honestly, are you fucking crazy?" I asked her, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration.

Nate's POV:"She actually slapped you?" Sam asked me again. We were in her house, lying on the bed. It was around 9 pm and I had just told her about what happened back at the office."Yes!" I snapped, making her pout. This was the third time she was asking me and I was pissed off already."Jeez! Fine." She rolled her eyes and was about to get up from the bed but I pulled her by her waist, making her fall on top of my chest."I'm sorry, baby. I'm just stressed out about this whole situation." I kissed her nose, trying to cheer her up."That doesn't mean you have to snap at me like that. I don't even care anymore, N

Samantha's POV:I remained seated in my car waiting for Nate, sobbing silently. After sometime, I heard a tap on the window. It was Nate. I unlocked the car door for him to enter. He looked more stressed than me, his hair was disheveled and he was trying to catch his breath.Did he run and come all the way? "Come here, baby." He immediately pulled me closer and hugged me tightly. I clung on to his neck, sobbing more and he kept running his fingers through my hair, not asking a single word and that was all I needed right now."I'm scared out of my mind right now, Sam. Are you physically hurt or something?" he asked, pulling back and running his eyes all over my body wit

Eight months later,Samantha's POV:"Where are you, Nate?" I groaned through the phone, pushing the shopping cart with one hand while balancing my phone with another. "I'm pulling over right now, baby girl. You could have waited for five minutes before coming down to the grocery store by yourself." "Well, it's your fault. You ate all my potato chips while watching the game last night." I complained, walking through the aisles, loading my cart with random shit that I probably wouldn't be eating.I was eight months pregnant now and the cravings had gotten worse. Nate never let me do anything and reluctantly agreed when I told him I was going to work from home but now, I had already applied my maternity leave at the company I was currently working because of him and it was getting bored sitting at home doing nothing. So I decided to come down to the grocery store by myse

Five years later,Samantha's POV:"Lucy!" I groaned in frustration as my daughter kept running around the house, refusing to eat. She was just like her dad, stubborn and naughty and yes, he was right about the gender and I didn't hear the end of it when she was born."I'm not hungry, mommy." She replied with her puppy dog eyes.Not gonna fall for that, young lady."Come back here. Now." I placed my hands on my hip, giving her a stern look. "You are so rude." She pouted and walked towards me grumpily while I had my jaw hanging to the floor."Daddy never forces me to eat peas. I hate peas." She whined as I scooped her in my arms and placed her on the chair in front of the dinning table."Well, it's good for your health. Your dad spoils you too much." I explained, placing the napkin on her lap and started feeding h