"How far along are you?"
The fact that this would be the first time he has ever said anything to me since the fight makes me stop drinking my water as I put down the glass on the hard surface in front of me, finally taking the whole view of the man I didn't share the bed with last night. Instead, I cried like a pathetic human being on the couch while talking to my best friends.
Well, just two more nights then he can relieve his duty to Kimmie since she's wrapping up her work to be here with me until delivery.
As of last night's video call, I'm instructed to engage with my psychologist first thing in the morning because according to her, "This is a cry for help, exactly like five years ago. Call her, set an appointment, talk to her before you become suicidal again
👱🏻's POVShe gives birth to our daughter at the mark of her 39th week of pregnancy after spending nearly two weeks at the hospital, arrested for bedrest all thanks to me and my stupidity.Me, of all people, know how high risk is her pregnancy but of course I have to screw it up by being immature myself for her immature actions. I should've shut up instead of screaming at her when she was obviously scared, her whole body trembled with blood drained from her face. I fucking owe it to her if anything happens to our daughter.Thankfully we're blessed with a healthy dark-haired, clear blue eyes baby girl, or should I say, she gave birth to a mini her. I'm officially a father to three girls.I make it possible to fly her best friends as soon as possible and pla
🧑🏼's POVHugo has moved to Barcelona three months ago so we're officially living in one place since then.Yes, we. Including me, the father of these girls.Iva is seven months old now so she has started eating solid food last month. That means she's sleeping better and longer, also drinking milk lesser making both of us much more relaxed since she's only up during the day and sound asleep the entire night.Which only means..."Where are you going?" I ask her when she comes out of her room dressed in an off-shoulder red dress that hugs her curves perfectly. Her boobs look hella amazing with a deep cleavage showed through the
👱🏻's POV"Papa, can I eat this banana?" Pao asks when I was still supervising Iva gobbling the steamed broccoli, since we're going with baby-led weaning."Are you sure you wanna eat it? Can you take a smaller banana? You just ate dinner, it's too big I think. You wouldn't be able to finish the whole thing. Why don't you grab a smaller one on the counter, hm Princesa?"She turns to Estelle that is still eating her food, "Mama, is this banana too big?""Nahh, it's average." She answers nonchalantly to which I put my hand on my chest, "Ouch. That hurts." Because that banana is the size of my ding dong.She laughs once she realises what she just said, "It is what it is, Papa."
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As usual, after I finish my finals, I'd spend six weeks with my bestfriends somewhere we've decided to go months before. It's actually one of the things that keep me in the business, to aim for lotsa money so I can enjoy my vacation like a heiress instead of who I really am. Three weeks in Italy, another three in Greece, then the three of us bid goodbye until next year because we're gonna go for our internship at three different locations. Well, I thought I'd stay with Kimmie in London but at the very last minute the company I'm really interested with suddenly called and offered a place so hereeee I am, New York! Instead of starting my internship in September, I took the initiative in offering myself for an earlier enrolment. They're absolutely delighted to receive me in August instead of a month after. While me, on the other hand, is beyond thrilled to have a reason not to go back home prior internship. I'd rather spend a month at the most ex
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So far I've known he's very easy to get along with, has a sense of humor, and definitely gives me this cool-guy vibes. "I don't think I should waste your time," I begin my little speech about not taking the position that's being offered when he suddenly cuts me off, "You're gorgeous, you're hilarious, if anything it's definitely not wasting my time. I'm honoured you'd spend your time with me this long in fact." I grin at his seems-to-be-sincere compliment, and decide to scratch my itch before going further with my no, "You're good looking, and funny, obviously have tons of money, so why would you need a sugar baby? I seriously don't get it." He smiles as he sips his drink, "Perhaps you should say yes to know the reason, hmm?" "You know I'm gonna say no since the beginning?" "Miss Collins did tell me about your rejection." I know how things go in Cupcake. He'd be presented with a few profiles, he'd select one, then he'd have a meeting with her.