PAULA“What do they say?” I ask, nervously as Sergio walks out of the bathroom holding three pregnancy tests in his hands. I am sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting eagerly for the results.“They all have double red lines, honey – we are pregnant,” He excitedly says, and I put my hands on my burning cheeks.Is this really happening? Is this really happening to me? I am pregnant and carrying a child with the love of my life. I am carrying Sergio’s heir.I am happy that I am experiencing this with him, and we both have mutual feelings about it. He makes it easier for me to accept that I am pregnant. Did I want to have a baby this early? No, but Sergio makes me excited about the idea.“We are going to have a baby,” He puts the pregnancy tests aside and rushes to me before kneeling in front of me and kissing my exposed belly from the cropped bra I am wearing.I place my hands on his head and caress it. This is everything that I have ever dreamed of. This is what I imagined when I said
SERGIOPaula and I might have gotten married so suddenly, I mean, we never really dated long and the moment I saw her looking so beautiful in her wedding dress that was meant for that bustard called Steve, I knew that I wanted to marry her. I have no regrets whatsoever, but I think I might have rushed to make her mine without thinking it through, and I was also jealous that she was looking so beautiful for another man, which is why this time I want to make things right.I am going to put my pride aside and approach Paula’s father to ask to make things right with him. I want to marry Paula the right way with both our families attending the wedding; no hate, no anger, no drama. All I want is a perfect wedding for my wife, and I want this marriage to be meaningful.Sigh.I do not know if it is me, but this pregnancy is just messing up Paula’s mind. At every chance she gets, she makes sure that she tells me where to get off. Earlier today, I was playing the piano while she was sleeping be
PAULAI was in the kitchen helping Sergio’s grandmother to bake cupcakes for the kids at the orphanage home when Sergio’s mother came into the kitchen with my crying two-month-old baby in her arms. These two love each other too much. Oh, and it gets worse when the father is here; it is like I do not exist at all.“She no longer wants the milk from the bottle. She wants it straight from its cow. Oh, this child can be cheeky when she wants to,” Sergio’s mother, whom I have gotten used to calling her mama says.I laugh and clean up my hands before I get her. Yes, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl whom my father named Sofia which was also my late mother’s name. I loved it when my father suggested it, and Sergio had no problem with it. I got to meet my aunt who is my mother’s sister, and we are in contact. As for Belinda, she was found and got arrested for murder. I cannot believe that woman fooled us all and claimed to love me. It is just sad that she was my brothers’ mother.“She is
Waking up to the sounds of a piano playing somewhere in the middle of an ocean has become my normal waking up routine ever since I chose to escape from reality. My fantasy dream has become my new reality because I chose to escape with the man that I fell in love with, no matter how many trials and tribulations we have come across together, I still stood by him against my family, and he did the same with me. It is euphoric how far we’ve come, but we are happy with our path – at least for now.I was twenty-two when I met my husband. It is really funny because I was very angry at him for replacing my bodyguard and at the same time I had a crush on him, but he kept it professional because he never mixed business with pleasure and kept his life very private, but that didn’t last for long when I crawled under his skin. I had a crush on him, and I kept it a secret for a long time before I finally confessed it to him. He wasn’t a man of many words then, and even now, I still don’t know much a
TWO YEARS EARLIERPAULAI come from a wealthy family. My father is a well-known business tycoon, and my mother is just always there by his side. I think that is why I was raised by nannies most of the time, and sometimes my older brothers would take turns looking after me because my parents were always away on business vacations and even when they were here, they were busy with everything else but me. My siblings were fortunate enough to spend a lot of time with them in their era because business was normal, but after I was born, everything seemed to have changed. They are more focused on the family business, bringing in new clients and making more money than actually having family time. I might sound like I am embroidering, but that is the truth.I am the last born of four siblings. I have three older brothers, and I am the last and the only girl. They are all married, and they live in their own homes, and I am still stuck at my parents’ house. I feel like my parents would pop that q
PAULAI am walking out of the fabric store, pushing the cart with all my items inside it while I am on a call with my boyfriend of one and a half year, whom my parents dislike so much. He is a biker, a rockstar bandleader with implausible tattoos all over his body, even on his face. His name is Bruce, but everyone else calls him by his stage name, Dungeon Dragon and he has a criminal record. He got his stage name from prison; that is why my parents hate him.I connect my Airpods to my phone so that I don’t have to hold my phone against my ear while I am walking, pushing my cart to the parking lot.“What happened?” He asks.“Well, I had an argument with my parents,”“Was the argument about me?” Well, most of the arguments I had with my parents were about him and for once today, it is not about him.“Not everything is about you, you know Amour?”He chuckles.“That’s a relief, love. You should have told me that you needed to get out, I would have come and fetched you to like, Netflix and
SERGIOImagine when you are the whole man of the house, you have a girlfriend who is unemployed and all you do is love them, support them mentally and financially, and the least you can expect them to do is to give you at least the same determination, help you wherever they can, but to me, it looks like I am accommodating someone in my life who needs refugee in someone else’s life, and I am that someone. Here I am, in the laundry room as I stuff my laundry in the washing machine, hoping that when I am gone, Cassey will take care of the rest. It is 6 AM and I am already dressed up in my black suit and a black shirt for work. It is my first day as Paula’s bodyguard and I am already feeling exhausted. That girl is just something else, and that comment she made about my car, she really crossed the line there but to be honest, it was something that I laughed about during the drive to her house. It was really nice to laugh with her about it since all we were doing was biting off each other
PAULAFLASHBACK“Hey, babe. I am sorry to call you this late, but my phone ran out of battery. How was your gig?” I asked.“Fine, what do you want, Paula?” He rudely asked. He sounds drunk too.“Uhm, did I call you at your bad time?”“No, Paulita, this is a perfect time, but unfortunately I am busy,”“It’s 2 AM, what are you busy with, Bruce? I just want to talk to you?”“Celebrating, Señorita!” He laughs and starts singing one of his songs. “You could have been here too to join the party, but you chose to ignore me the whole fuckin’ night!” He yells, making the person that he is with giggle. The laugh is off a woman that I don’t recognise. Is he only with a woman, I mean, I know that there is a woman in their band, but she sounds more like a man. Who could this one be?“Who is with you, Bruce, are you with a woman alone?” I ask in a firm tone.“What if I am, baby? As I said, I am quite busy. If there is anything else, call my manager.”He hangs up on me. He was utterly disrespectful