Luca Sinclair’s POV“Do you know what’s the difference between me and the calendar?” I heard her voice before actually feeling the warmth of her presence in the kitchen. Without saying anything, I look up to meet her eyes, and that’s when she grins showing a full set of white teeth. “Did you hear what I said?” She is still grinning, “What’s the difference between me and the calendar?”As usual, I barely give her a reaction besides staring at her face with the least expression I can muster, to show how nonchalant I am at whatever she’s doing. That I no longer care about her. Ever since that New Year party, I’ve told myself that from that night on, I will no longer disrespect myself. I need to stop rewriting the same story -this constant heartbreak due to my high expectation of our relationship- by changing my routine. It’s not much because we still live together -eat, sleep, go to work- but I have now learned to allocate some time (quality time) with myself. I don’t wait for her to

[ Good morning Mr Sinclair, this is the hotel manager. Will you be dining at our lounge this evening? ]He hasn't been home for two days, this text message suits him perfectly for treating my apartment as if it's a hotel because that's what he has been doing since the last week. I don't know if it's work related or he's simply fed up with me, heck I don't even know if he's staying at his place while he was missing or went for a business trip. That man has said nothing and I hate that I have to ask every single thing so I choose to keep quiet and let him be. But today is his birthday. I plan to celebrate it with the kids too so to avoid them from being disappointed if he won't be home again today, because you know how excited kids are when it comes to cakes and birthdays, thus that one text message I just sent a few seconds ago. Not wanting to put high hopes for my message to get a reply, since that's what he's been doing lately whenever I text him either to ask what time is he pi

I had the best sleep in months last night, and to wake up without an alarm on a Monday feels like privilege- I texted my boss yesterday about not feeling well which then I applied a leave for today. Waking up at eleven in the morning, I check my phone after calling for room service. The last meal I had was the early dinner before I went to bed, and now I'm famished! As expected, there is a million missed calls and a few unread text messages from my roommate. I purposely put my phone on silent because he'd gone mad if I block him, at least he can vent out if I let the calls and texts pass through. [ You are in so much trouble, Sophie. ] That was the last one he sent last night, and today there are only missed calls that judging from the timing, it seems like he didn't sleep at all. Just in time, my phone blinks signalling an incoming call from the man himself. I notice from the call log his last attempt was an hour ago, perhaps he's just finished with a meeting or something that h

"Soph…”I was still deducing the steps on what to do once she is here in this world when I heard my name being summoned by the person lying behind me. If it isn’t for the missing of that annoyingly loud snore he always let out every time he dozes off, I would’ve thought he is somewhat talking in his sleep because one, he no longer calls me by that- it's always Sophie- and two, I thought he is deep asleep now considering he closed his eyes even before I switched off the light -and that was at least forty minutes ago- so what gives? “Are you sleeping?” His whispery voice along with that innocent question makes me smile in the dark, finding this adorable because he was such a snob an hour ago but look who comes crawling back? Huh. “Soph..?” He tries again, and I’m sure he knows I’m not sleeping yet eventhough I was halfway there before he called me the first time. "Hmmm," I hum as a response. I have been sleeping on my side nowadays especially on my right because she is being too hea

I had a very good sleep last night despite being thirty-nine weeks and one day pregnant. He was right about that particular theory, the one he mentioned back then about having this magical power to make me sleepy right after railing me, inducing me into a blissful deep sleep because the next day, I woke up around nine realising the kids and him already gone to school and work. The house has been empty and quiet since then, though two hours later when I was sitting on the couch, watching Netfl!x while enjoying a bag of chips, the sound of the front door being opened makes me hit the remote control to pause the show, somewhat nervous at the interruption as I anticipate who the disturber is either the chef, or the housekeeper. Afterall, it is close to lunch time so it makes sense for the chef to be here delivering my meal as he always does on the weekends. Perhaps Luca informed him of my one week medical leave, which is good for me because I’m too tired to waddle downstairs if I opt fo