“Uh … what the hell is that, Becca?” Dan asked incredulously, staring at Becca as though she had somehow, managed to grow two heads right in front of him.“I believe that you can clearly see what it is, Dan, or have you suddenly become blind?” Becca asked jokingly, laughing a little and enjoying his reaction far more than she had thought that she would.“It’s a freaking motorcycle … a machine … a beast … a beauty … oh, my God!”“Stop drooling, Dan. Drooling doesn’t look good on you. Don’t worry, it’s all yours.” She finished, raising an eyebrow at him, but suddenly, she realized that he was not pleased, at least not in the way she had thought that he would be.“It’s a freaking sports bike. A brand new sports bike. How on earth and when did you have this delivered that we didn’t notice?” Dan exclaimed, in equal parts of wonder and dismay, as he moved around the bike, and inspected every inch of it. He seemed to like it but was clearly not happy that she got it for him.“Well, I have my
Christmas Day in Ryan’s residence was spent in a gloomy mood and atmosphere. Everyone in the house, not just Ryan, moved about as solemnly and somberly as though someone had died again, or was about to. Even the twins seemed to know that something was wrong, and did not babble as much as they usually did, neither did they offer their happy smiles as Ryan came into their nursery to see them that morning. For the past two and a half weeks since Craig’s burial, Ryan had been living in perpetual fear that the twin's grandparents would act on their threat to fight for custody of them. However, a few days ago, he had begun to relax, and think that all was well, especially when Craig’s mother had texted him, asking how the twins were and if he could send pictures of them in the clothes that she sent them for Christmas. Ryan had happily obliged and had begun to think that everything was now okay between them, and she had accepted that the twins should live with him, only for him to be served
The next seven hours after the first mild contraction that Becca felt, were ones that drove away her fear and anxiety about the so-called labor pains. The contractions she was feeling were not bad at all, and even though she knew that it was only early labor, the pain was still not as bad as she had feared.“You know, this is not as difficult as I had always thought that it would be.” She said to Sandra, who had not left since that afternoon after Becca had given her and Dan their gifts. Dan had had to go to the hospital again about an hour ago.“I know, right? Anyway, let’s see if you’ll still be saying that in some hours to come.” Sandra replied, laughing with a knowing expression on her face.“No, I know it’s going to get worse, but then, I feel that with this start, it is not going to be as bad as I imagined.” Becca insisted, taking a sip of water from a bottle and biting into a biscuit. Once she finished eating the biscuit, she got up and began to go into her room.“Where are you
The worry that Ryan had been feeling since Christmas day intensified as the days passed and the New Year approached. If not that he had the twins to look after now, he would have turned to the only way he dealt with stressful and painful situations … which was drinking himself into a stupor. However, he had the twins to think about now, and could not afford to be near them perpetually drunk. It said a lot about the type of person that he had become, and he realized that it wasn’t only Angela who had grown, but also him.However, he began to have sleepless and restless nights, no matter how hard he tried to exercise so that he could be tired enough to sleep. The only thing that consumed his mind was the fear of losing the kids to their grandparents. If he was being truthful to himself, that wasn’t the only thing troubling him. As much as he did not like to think of her, thoughts of Becca came unbidden into his mind, and he caught himself wondering how she was faring and if she ever tho
“I didn’t know you had such an outdated phone. What on earth are you keeping it for, when you could buy as many of the latest phones as you want?” Angela asked him, eyeing the phone on the bed with distaste, and coming to sit beside him.“It’s not so outdated, Angela.”“Nonsense. So long as there is a new model, it is outdated, and there are up to four or more newer models. You’re stinkingly rich, so you should have only the best and latest of everything. That’s what fits your status. I’ll just get rid of this.” She stated, picking the phone and making to get up, but Ryan snatched the phone from her immediately.“You will do no such thing.” He blurted out, getting up himself and putting the phone in his pocket.“Oh.” A surprised and offended Angela breathed. “You didn’t have to be so harsh. Look, you nicked me all because of an outdated phone.” She complained, raising her hand to examine it better in the light.“I’m sorry, Angela. I didn’t mean to. I just keep the phone for sentimenta
The little baby slept peacefully in her crib, swaddled in warm clothes and blankets, and obviously unaware of the fact that her mother was staring at her in awe. It had been exactly six days since baby Emma had been born, and still, Becca could not get enough of looking at her daughter. Most times, it was because Emma looked so cute sleeping, while at other times, Becca wanted to be sure that Emma was still breathing. She looked so still and peaceful whenever she slept. Becca knew that she was being overly sentimental, but she could hardly help herself. It felt like she could just sit all day and stare at little Emma's tiny face and never get tired of doing so. As a matter of fact, she realized, so could Toby and Sandra.“She’s as cute as a button.” Sandra sighed wistfully, coming to stand beside Becca.“I know, right? I feel like I could just stare at her forever. She'll probably be screaming her head off if she knew how creepy her mother is being.” Becca replied, every inch the prou
“Oopsie! What does Dan think he’s doing?” Sandra asked, casting a worried glance at Becca, who shrugged and looked away before speaking.“Why are you looking at me like that? It’s his house, and he can do whatever the hell he wants in it.”“Really? You’re not mad about it?”“Why would I be? He’s not my husband or boyfriend. We only shared a kiss once, and I’m not even sure that we’ll have anything to do with each other again.”“Oh, they’re coming over here,” Sandra said, turning briefly to smile at a guy who passed by.Becca wished that she could go away, but of course, she couldn’t, so she simply plastered a smile on her face and smiled at Dan who was coming over to them, his arm linked with Clarissa’s. The tiredness on his face did nothing to disguise his handsomeness, and she could see why Clarissa was all over him.“Hello, Becca, Sandra. Happy new year to you both. I believe that we haven’t seen ourselves this new year.” He said in his deep baritone.“Happy new year to you too.” T
There were a series of messages between Becca and the Peter guy, dating back to when they were still dating. Ryan wondered if he should even be going through her phone, but he needed to know. Once he started going through the phone though, he almost wished he hadn’t. Most of the messages from Peter’s end were not only sexual, but also vulgar and disrespectful, and he kept sending them, even after Ryan and Becca were married. The tone of the messages suggested that he was threatening her for some reason. Becca didn’t reply to most of them, or maybe she had deleted her replies, although that was absurd.Ryan spent over an hour going through her messages, of which there was a ton, mostly from Peter. It was now clear to Ryan that Becca did not delete her replies, but had been ignoring the man most of the time because Peter kept referring to how she was ignoring him. By the time Ryan was done, he realized two things, one of which was that he was probably the world’s greatest fool, and the