I don't think I have any trust issues. It's just that, when it comes to my kids, especially anything with regards to school (education in general), I have a hard time to let other people attend to their matters. Despite Luca's assurance and well planned itinerary of what's going to happen in the morning, I still wake up at six. "I just want to supervise." I need to make sure everything is up to my standard before I really hand over the task to him."Fine," he surrenders to my stubbornness, not wanting to lengthen the ten minutes argument because to be honest, it's pretty intense to start our day by fighting on the bed, merely seconds after we wake up. He pushes the blanket off his body, about to leave the bed when I say, "I normally wake them up at six-forty-five. It's still early."Groaning, he glances at his phone's screen to discover it's only six-ten, there's another thirty-five minutes to go. Going back to the bed, he then sits straight, facing me with a stern expression. "To
It's only been ten days but I'm loving my new life. I'm still living in the same house, still work at the same company, and still have my kids and Luca at home, but with the help of Pete the driver, Elena our housekeeper, and Jean the personal chef, I love how I get to be a mother and enjoy the ample time I now have to focus on my children (including the one in my womb) instead of tackling those time-consuming chores like cooking and cleaning. "Dean will pick up the kids later, right?" He asks while we're on our way to the office. "Mhmm." I hum a reply, too busy watching a video on my phone. "So we don't have to rush home?" What did he mean by 'rushing home'? The traffic isn't that bad since we go home at 5 everyday, it's not like we hit the road at 6. "Or come home at all, if we don't want to?”Uhm why wouldn't we want to go home? Where do we go then? I pause the video and turn to him who's already grinning. "I'm thinking..." the grin gets even more playful that I raise an eye
I knew it. Two hours ago, I texted him 'What time will Pete pick me up?' so I could get ready with my stuff, not wanting his driver to wait downstairs for too long. If it's up to me, I don't even want the man to wait and prefer to be there before the car arrives. He replied almost instantly, 'What time do you want him to pick you up? Twelve on the dot?'I have a relaxing work-day today since we don't really schedule meetings on Fridays knowing most of us opt to be on leave because we've gotten the half-day off by default so we just need to apply absence for another half-day to make it a full-day leave. [ I don't have anything today so yeah, twelve on the dot please. ]Luca Sinclair: [ On the dot it is 👌🏼 ][ At the same place you always pick me up? ]Luca Sinclair: [ Same place 👌🏼 ][ 👌🏼 ] Luca Sinclair: [ 👌🏼👌🏼 ][ 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼 ]Luca Sinclair: [ 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼]I thought he's a very busy man? And yet he replied so fast as if he had nothing to do but to play with his p
You know how it is with kids- they barely can keep a secret. It's worse when you totally forgot about it being a secret that you didn't warn them at all until it's too late; they've spilled it to everyone! That's what happened the first week after Luca moved in. It was the first week of the month so I brought Liam and Cruz with me to my family's weekly gathering on Saturday. We were having lunch when mid-conversation on who's the tallest in the family, Cruz blurted out, "Noooo you're not the tallest, Grandpa! Luca is the tallest person, ever!" Everybody went on silent for a good five seconds until my Dad asks, "Luca? Who's that, buddy? Is he your friend?" Liam immediately jumped in before I managed to stop him, "He's Mummy's friend! He lives with us!"Abby looked like she was trying hard to stop herself from bursting out of laughter while the rest is extremely shocked, though my annoying brother was already raising an eyebrow, grinning at the new topic that would be his source of e
“I told you I’m going to do it when I get back.”The trash bag that I was holding immediately falls to the floor the moment I hear that deep voice who is obviously annoyed with my anthem. And before I managed to turn around, or recover from the shock of his sudden appearance, a hand has already picked up that trash bag. Without saying anything, he surpasses me at the hallway and strides to the Refuse Room. I take a deep breath upon watching him from behind, that guy is looking insanely strong and manly carrying the trash, especially when he’s wearing this one winter coat that has becoming my favorite. I don’t understand how he can look good all the time, but when he dons that black winter coat, ohhhh I’m officially deceased.“You’re not even wearing your coat!” He says the moment he comes out of the Refuse Room, obviously still mad from my earlier attempt to throw the trash. He gave the helpers two weeks off for Christmas and New Year so we’ve been operating with just the both of us.
Author's note: Before we start, I'd like to apologise for the mixed up of the chapters. I've edited chapter 129 and 130 but the changes haven't been reflected in chapter 129. I've contacted my editor on this, will inform you once the changes are reflected so you guys can read the revised one! Keep in mind that this chapter is the continuation of the revised chapters so you may want to wait till it's (finally!) reflected or just read and go back to those two chapters once the revised one comes out. Sorry again! 😭***It has only been four days but I feel like this is the worst silent treatment he has ever given me. Four days ago, on the Christmas Eve, he had to wait for a good half an hour at the freezing parking area because I needed to create some excuses first in order to escape my family before finally going downstairs to hand him the car key. Only when he asked for his phone, I realised I forgot to bring it along but desperately not wanting to alarm my family of my disappear
"You think this pregnancy doesn't ruin my body enough that you threaten to manhandle me now? Teach me a lesson?" I scoff at the bold speech he threw at my face, "Wasting ten whole months of my life just to grow your daughter, have my body expand into a whale, and you had the audacity to talk to me like that?" The way he flinched when I used the word 'wasting' showed how surprised he was that I dared to say such thing, or the fact it even crossed my mind, because I too regret it the moment I blurted it out. I'm human, I have feelings, and carrying her everywhere I go for almost six months now makes me soft eventhough back then I was questioning myself if I did the right thing to keep her. Especially when her movements become obvious since the past few weeks, I get excited thinking how is she going to look like once she's out, if she's going to be his best friend by the way she's actively responding to him, or actually a mini Sophie creating our own Girls Team. "Is it because she's
“I wouldn’t mind if you want to continue your extra curricular activity, you know.” Perhaps that will improve your mood tremendously instead of being this icy prince.“I’m sure you’ve got a few in the cart, all you need to do is pick up your phone and call Cupcake, tell them you want one delivered today.” To be honest, I need him to be in a better mood because I’m sick of getting this cold treatment, especially tonight since we’re going to a New Year party that I’m sure will be attended by everyone from his social circle. I’d appreciate a warm partner rather than one who treats me as if I’m an arm candy- and just that. “Today might be 31st of December but I’m one hundred percent sure there will be someone who’s going to pick up your call.” Don’t forget I also used them in the past so I know how top-notch their service is. “Orrrrrr, if you want me to call them on your behalf, yeah I can do that too!” I jump off the couch I’ve been occupying since morning and run eagerly towards his p