Author's pov Taylor heard the sound of a car horn outside his house, a familiar sound. "Isn't that Gabriel?" he thought, a smile lighting up his face. It was noon, and Taylor was the only one at home. He hurriedly got up and went to the door, filled with excitement. As he reached the door and opened it, his expectations were met. "Gabriel...! I thought you said you'd be back tomorrow." "Yes, sorry about that. All the same, it's nice to be here. Is your leg healing quickly?" "Yes, please come inside. I'm thrilled you came even earlier. Gabriel, look at you. You left the country, and I really missed you. No person like you in my life.” He smiled. "I missed you too. I'm sorry I couldn't make it to your parents' anniversary." "Hmm..." Taylor hummed as he sat down gently. "It makes me so happy to see you again. I hope your work won't keep us apart for this long again," Taylor asked, and they both laughed. "Are you home alone?" Gabriel glanced at his watch and then at Tayl
Larisa’s pov The following day, I left home without informing my mother of where I was going. She knew I wasn’t going to work again and I simply mentioned that I wanted to meet someone. As soon as I stepped outside, I took a taxi and headed straight to the hospital. At my usual medical facility, they collected some samples from me for testing, and I was instructed to wait for the results. To my surprise, the doctor assigned to my case was Dr. Vivian, who happened to be Gabriel's girlfriend, Taylor's closest friend. I had seen her accompanying her boyfriend to Taylor's house on several occasions. As she entered her office where I was already sitting down, she held an envelope in her right hand. "When was your last menstrual period?" she asked. "It was early last month," I responded absentmindedly, gazing at the doctor without giving it much thought. "What about this month?" she pressed further. "I'm still expecting it. Sometimes, it arrives late..." "Expect it no longer b
Larisa’s pov The first thing I did was to immediately end Taylor's call, leaving me utterly shocked and compelled to stand up. "Oh my god! No, no, Dylan, you can't do this to me. Why?" I exclaimed, unaware of my mum's inquiries. "Larisa, what's wrong? What's the matter?" she asked, but I paid her no attention. I couldn't hear her at that moment. I sat down and pressed my fingers against my chin. "What are you hiding? What's wrong?" My mum raised her voice, yet I wasn't willing to divulge what had just transpired. Then Taylor called me a second time, and I observed the phone ring and subsequently ended the call. My mum noticed and remained silent, gazing at me as I displayed an unusual demeanor. We both knew it was Taylor calling again, and my mum awaited an explanation for my distress. "What's going on, Larisa? How many times do I have to ask?" she spoke up. To compound matters, my mum's phone began ringing, and I realized it was Taylor when she showed me the screen.
Larisa's pov I let my phone ring, and the call ended. I knew he would call back almost immediately, and within a few seconds, my phone rang again. What should I say to him? Deep down, I felt furious, but I decided to answer the call. "Hello..." For the first time we spoke, I chose not to use any endearing term. "What's going on, Larisa?"I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It seemed like he thought he was talking to a clueless little girl. "Hello, Larisa," he said when he didn't hear my voice. "You don't sound like yourself. What's happening? I'm confused. What did I do?" "Who told Taylor that I'm pregnant?" I asked. "I never told Taylor. In fact, we haven't spoken in the past four days. Why would I tell him when you didn't ask me to?" "Dylan, please listen to me. Your reaction when I told you about my pregnancy made it clear that you told him. I don't want to argue. I answered your call so you would stop calling me. Please don't call me again." I ended the call. As s
Author’s pov As Larisa's mother failed to hear her daughter's voice or identify who had entered the house, she cautiously reduced the flame of her cooking gas and stepped out of the kitchen. Upon reaching the living room, she discovered the sitting room was empty. "Where has Larisa gone?" she pondered silently, noticing the open exit door. She proceeded out of the living room and spotted Larisa standing at a distance. Initially, she thought Taylor was beside her, engaged in an argument. However, the closer she approached, the clearer it became that the person standing with her was not Taylor, but an exact replica. "Believe me, I can swear on anything you want me to..." Dylan's voice trailed off as both he and Larisa were engrossed in their argument, oblivious to Larisa's mother's presence. "Larisa..." Her words startled them, and they immediately fell silent. Larisa couldn't hide her frustration as she stomped her right foot on the ground. "You must be Taylor's..." "Twin b
Author's pov “He didn't even tell me that he was going to Larisa's house? How am I going to feel when we get there? This is the most bizarre moment of my life. I was so carried away by my complicated situation between Larisa and I.” So many thoughts were going through the minds of Dylan as he drove the car towards Larisa's house. He was going on the right way and he suddenly asked himself, “What if Taylor asked me how I knew Larisa's house?” Then he deliberately entered a wrong path. “No, not this way…” Taylor said at once and pointed at the right road and it was at this time Taylor remembered that he had not told Dylan about the pregnancy of Larisa. “Dylan, I just remembered what I said I will tell you face to face,” and he was so excited, but Dylan looked very dull. “My girlfriend, Larisa, is pregnant with my baby?” Dylan knew his brother so well that if he didn't seem happy with what he told him, he would immediately say on another occasion that Dylan was jealous of
Dylan’s pov It was so difficult to see someone that I loved so much pushed me away and threw back my feelings on my face. How on earth am I going to tell her that I was the one who told Taylor that she was pregnant. On the plane back to my place, I sat close to the window looking outside and I wasn’t seeing anything as my heart and mind were not with me. I am completely bewildered and Taylor didn’t tell me that he was going to Larisa’s house. Assuming he told me, I wouldn’t have gone to his place. There would have been a hundred and one excuses that I would have told him. When I came down from the plane, I took my phone and dialed Larisa’s number to see if she had unblocked me, but my number was still blocked. Have I actually lost Larisa? Why did we even start it in the first place? It wasn’t the fault of both of us. It was something that happened simultaneously and we became in love. Just a moment with her from the airport when he came to pick me up changed my perception of love
Larisa’s pov Despite my lingering anger towards my mother, I couldn't resist the invitation from Taylor's mother to visit their home. Eagerly, I prepared myself and made my way to their house, leaving Taylor with all his troubles. Taylor's mother greeted me with genuine delight, and as we sat down for dinner, an unexpected visitor interrupted our meal with persistent knocks on the front door. "I'll get it!" I said, rising from my seat, while Tyler and Charlotte turned their attention and followed me. Opening the door, I was met by the sight of a tall, striking young woman. Our eyes met, and it was evident that we were strangers to each other. "Please come in," I shrugged, gesturing towards the dining table. "Who is that?" Charlotte inquired, noticing the fleeting exchange between us. "Good evening, Mrs. Charlotte," the newcomer greeted as she entered, her presence now visible to both Tyler and Charlotte. "Tessy!" Tyler exclaimed. "You came?" he said, while I secured the do