"Where is it?" Alana muttered in frustration as she kept going through Ricardo's cabinets in his study room. She already searched their bedroom for anything fishy but the man knew how to hide his tracks."That damned man is seeing another woman," she let out a low growl and straightened up. She dramatically wiped the sweat from her forehead and scanned the room. It was irritating to look for something so desperately yet not find it. Either way, her wife's instincts wouldn't lie. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach. Ricardo was acting strange. Or was it because she was pregnant? Did she look so fat or ugly?"Ah!" Alana slammed her fist on the table and bit her lower lip. Maybe it was it. She scanned herself carefully and nothing was wrong. "Am I fat? Or is my face so wrinkly," she touched her face dramatically but nothing seemed out of place. She heard some men tended to stay away from their wives when they got pregnant. Did this mean Ricardo was also disgusted by her? Think

Ricardo smiled as he arranged things on the table. Checking if the place was decorated as he wanted. It took some time to gather everything, including what his wife loved. Especially what she left back home in Italy. All he wanted was to make it up to her. Celebrate her birthday and assured her he would always be there for her. The bedroom was ready. He decided to have a little gathering at his farmhouse. Away from distractions. “Will she love this,” he muttered with a smile and scattered some rose petals on the bed? He had some candles placed in clear water bowls and arranged in a heart shape. In the middle of the room. “That's done,” he said with a smile, and placed the candles to the sides. He looked around and exhaled in relief. Glancing at his wristwatch, it was nearing evening. He made sure Alana was distracted for the day and did not get tired from work. The night was going to be a special one. For the first time, he was feeling nervous. “Damn it…why isn't she answering,” Ri

The night was still young as per what Ricardo said. Without even considering her opinion. The man led her out of the room after making sure she was okay. It was a cold night, the sky was dark and blank with no signs of stars. Alana felt cold all over, but with Ricardo's warmth. She smiled faintly and awaited what the man had for her.“Ricardo, this…” Alana said and stumbled a little, but Ricardo secured her balance. “Careful, we are almost there,” he muttered and led her down the few stairs left. He blinded and folded her; hence Alana couldn't see a thing. Either way, her heart was racing. With each step, she took. She could feel the anxiety building up.“Just a little more…that's it…” the man said, breaking her trail of thoughts. Alana didn't take a step further but stood in place.“What is it, Ricardo,” she loved surprises in the past, but why was she feeling nervous? Ricardo chuckled and made sure the place was good when he went to stand behind her.“It's my wife's birthday… I'm n

Ricardo sat on the bed concentrating on the files before him, when in reality he was bothered by Alana. It was early in the morning and the woman woke up before him. She was busy humming to a tune while she fixed her hair. “Umm…are you going somewhere?” He asked, pushing his laptop away. Alana, who heard him, nodded without even looking back. Ricardo frowned at her behavior. She was looking gorgeous in the red office dress. “Where to?” He asked, this time Alana glanced back and tossed the hairbrush on the table. “Work… I need to go and take care of my work…” she said and walked back to the bed. She picked up a document he dropped and placed it on the bed. “I said I'd help out…you don't have to stress,” Ricardo muttered, not sure why she was going to work. He told her he'd take care of it. “Ricky, you have your work…this is something I have to handle myself,” she chuckled while shaking her head and gesturing at his breakfast “Breakfast is getting cold” she proceeded to the closet.

Alana's smile grew even bigger as she watched Vincent work wonders. He was passionate about his work. Alana couldn't help but stare at him in anticipation. His knowledge of graphic work amazed Alana. His moves were flawless as he punched the keys of his laptop. “All we need is a perfect logo…a little touch here and there, and we are good to go,” he kept saying as he worked. Explaining his work in the process.“I know it's horrible…let's just say, this is my idea” Vincent said, raising his head to look at Alana, but was startled when he found her staring at him. “Umm, everything okay?” Vincent asked hesitantly. Alana, who was too immense in Vincent's artwork, shook her head but then nodded.“Well, yes… I mean, it's cool… I love it,” She said, clearing her throat awkwardly and walking around the table. “Oh okay…anyway I'm sure with this…you'll be unstoppable,” Vincent added with a smile.“I thought you gave up on your dreams,” Alana said as she sat down. Vincent remained standing, but