(Blake's POV)Heaven seemed to have sided with everyone because the weather was great today. The sky was clear, and since I wasn’t driving, I could enjoy the scenery with Tara. Stella literally begged me to allow her to drive the Range Rover Sports car and promised she would be careful.Our first stop was in the hospital, and I did not argue with Tara and Stella that I should stay in the car. I leaned on the backrest of the seat and closed my eyes. I knew it was a risk proposing to Tara, but in my heart, this is how all this chasing should end. I will marry Tara, and I don’t care what my parents say.My smartphone rang, and when I looked at the screen, it was Samantha.“Have you gone mad, Blake?” She screamed angrily at me. “You will go there to make up with Tara, not proposed to her. Don’t you think these crazy media won’t know?”“How did you e

(Tara's POV)Sean squealed when he saw me walking towards the living room. I had to kneel because it has become his habit to jump into me excitedly whenever he sees me the first time. The little boy ran with excitement, his eyes twinkling, as he ran to me.“Aunt Tara, it’s almost Christmas!” His little arms were weaved around my neck. I rose and carried him.  My eyes focused on the giant Christmas tree in the living room. Jules and Ivana would be very excited to see this, but with Mama’s condition, it’s better to go home than risk a long trip for her.“I know,” His excitement was contagious. This would be the first Christmas in a very long time that I could really greet everyone with merry. “You think Santa would be here tomorrow night?”He nodded. “I just hope Santa would give me what I want this year,” He said in a sad tone. He fidge

(Tara's POV)A smile curved my lips before I opened my eyes. I covered my face with my hands, and I giggled as I felt the heat in my face. We have shared a perfect and wonderful night. I placed my hands in my belly, smiling sweetly and dreamily for my little Blake. His... or her, I giggled again, well his life will be perfect. My baby has the best dad in the world.   I slowly opened my eyes and got up in bed. I sighed and then chuckled as I stared at the nightwear that I never got the chance to wear. The smartphone Samantha said was also there. I was all-smiling as I stood up, walked naked in his room, and went to the bathroom.The good thing about having photographic memory is remembering every detail of our lovemaking last night. Even after the shower, my face is still red, and I feel hot, wanting to see him again, loving the idea of having him inside me, claiming me as his.But first things

(Blake's POV)I look at the giant Christmas tree in front of me. Here at home, mom made sure she had her interior designer set the yearly decorations at home, including this tree. Last night, as Tara stood in front of the penthouse's Christmas tree, she excitedly shared with me how they decorate their Christmas tree at home. I swallowed hard, remembering her. How I loved watching her tell me the story, sitting beautifully near the tree as she arranged the gifts under it, and suddenly I wanted to put ornaments in this tree with our happy memories, too. It was then that I realized that it was supposed to be a perfect moment you have with your family, setting up the tree and decorating it while you talk of your happy times together. I took a deep breath, sipping on the glass of wine Mom gave me. If I were given a choice, I would need something strong to make me forget now.   After meeting Tara, I r

(Blake's POV)“Are you sure you have no other plan except work?” Sadie asked as we all walked to the parking lot.Matthew takes a look at his wristwatch before nodding. “It’s only four,” He answered as he followed Eric. “Matthew, no car?” Samantha called when she noticed his car was not there.“Can’t you see it, Samantha? It’s invisible,” He joked, laughed at her, and then he shook his head. Samantha sneered at him, then focused on looking for her car key. “I didn’t bring a car because I was hoping to visit Nana Shea, but something came up,”She nodded and then tossed her keys at him. “Drive my car, then.”I raised my eyebrows. “How will you go back home?”She frowned at me. “Key,” When I furrowed my forehead, her lips pouted as she pointed to the key I was hol