I hope I'm not boring anyone.
Alice I have a headache that won't leave me alone. But that isn't even the worst part. My body feels like it's been drained of all life, but my strength is slowly returning to me. Nathan took me to the hospital, and shortly after, I had the biggest shock of my lifetime. I'm pregnant. After so
I pause. "Wait, you dreamt that we had triplets?" "Yes, and I've been working hard for that dream to come true ever since." My cheeks turn warmer. Nathan is sweet, and I smile. "When did you dream about this?" Nathan stifles a laugh by pressing his lips against my scalp. I can feel him smiling an
Alice It's been a week since my hospital visit, and a lot of things have happened since then. Nathan convinced me to move to his place. I didn't fight him because even though I didn't like the idea of him financially supporting me, I wanted to live with him. Oh, and Nathan also said, "I'm not sup
Alice It's dark outside, and I'm lying on my back inside the kitchen of what may become our new house. There haven't been any strange sounds from inside, so I'm no longer convinced the place is haunted. It's actually quite roomy— "What was that?!" Nathan sits upright when something rustles outsi
"Oh-my-god, I can't believe this..." Nathan pouts. "What?" I dry a tear on my fingertip. "My man, six-foot-seven, or whatever, with muscles on top of muscles, is afraid of rats! Like dude... It's so cute and adorable... I just wanna hug you!" Nathan looks offended until I mention that I want to h
I keep working there before slowly kissing down his sternum until my lips land on his lower abs. I'm feeling frisky, so I lick that area and wiggle my pussy over his cock until Nathan groans. "Are you trying to kill me, woman?!" I kiss right below his belly button and laugh a little. "Let me have
Nathan A month later I never knew my mom. She died in childbirth, and my dad always blamed her passing on me. It hurt. And I won't lie; it was damn tough growing up under the same roof as someone who despised me. I was lonely and so incredibly afraid that my heart wouldn't get to experience true
Rebel I'm lying on the couch, half-dead. I've been on chemotherapy for one week and still haven't had enough courage to shave off my hair as I promised myself I would. The doctor told me hair would begin falling two to four weeks after I started my treatment. Either gradually or in clumps. That