Thirty-TwoNathanI could hear a song in my head. It sounded like, 'shit! Shit! Shit!!! Shit!!!' I gawked at Lily in disbelief. What the hell was she doing in my apartment? No, scratch that! When did she arrive in Carolina?! Dammit! I had postponed things for far too long and now I was in trouble. I glanced at Chloe's face and felt my stomach drop further. She was not happy. "Gee Nate, I leave for two months, and boom, you're married," Lily chuckled dryly. She wasn't too happy either, it would seem. Her brown eyes were throwing darts at me. And her lips were pulled in a tight smile. She was dressed in a cream-colored dress that hugged her slender, lithe frame. Her hair, long, black, and straight, lay behind her neck, shining like always. Ah fuck. What should I do? I scratched my head and simply smiled back. What else was I supposed to do? My brain was on a fucking shutdown, trying to wrap my head around the fact that my Mistress and Wife were currently looking at each other! "Hi!"

Thirty-Four NathanShe wasn't in bed.The empty bed glared back at me, accusing me of abandoning its owner. Where the hell was she? I leaned against the door, my hands hiding in the pockets of my pants. When was the last time I had seen her? I closed my eyes and dragged a hand down my face. There were so many things running through my head, it was like a fucking circus show. Chloe was pregnant, Lily was pregnant. Fuck, one would think I was Santa dishing out babies as gifts. Fucking stupid. "And things had been going so fucking well," I groaned, punching the wall right next to me. Chloe and I had gotten along quite well, everything was supposed to be fine. Lily, fuck, Lily showing up was a mess! And now Chloe was missing too? Dammit! Why the hell was she determined to drive me crazy? All she had to do was trust me! To fucking trust me! I wasn't happy about this pickle either and as much as I would like to run off, I couldn't do that! I whipped out my phone. Lamenting at her door

Thirty-SixNathan"Let's make this quick," I told Lily as we walked towards the pregnancy clinic. She had insisted that I follow her to see the doctor. I couldn't refuse. She was carrying my child. I had to take responsibility. I had to. "You could at least pretend to be excited. I didn't make this baby on my own." She said, her voice dripping with anger. "It doesn't change the fact that you could have prevented this. I'm not happy about this Lily. I feel responsible, yes. But don't expect me to fucking happy!" I snapped. She rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Have it your way. I know you'll come back to me anyways." What on earth was that supposed to mean? "What do you mean," She shrugged again, stepping into the clinic. I grabbed her shoulders and held her in place. "Speak!" I snarled. There was a series of throat clearing and when I looked up, I found the receptionist and a bunch of nurses, staring daggers at me. I let go abruptly and sneered at them. They ought to mind their f

THIRTY-EIGHTNathanThe letters on the document were beginning to dance. I was so freaking tired. Spending the entire day cooped up in the office without stepping out was taking its freaking toll on me. I was being childish. If I could, I would spend the entire damn day; and night; in the office, I would. Anything to avoid the situation at home. My office door opened. Gisele stepped in, her white blouse was a rather tight one with puffy sleeves. Damn it, Nathan, look the hell away. Looking got you in this mess anyway.“Sir, It’s six pm-” She announced, getting on my nerves. “I have eyes, Gisele. And a freaking wristwatch too,” I grumbled.My eyes fixed on the door behind her and I gave myself a mental kick. She wouldn’t come in here. Heck, she hadn’t shown up to work. I had left her in bed and raced down to work for a meeting with Shareholders and when I reached my office, the chief’s accountant desk was empty.I should have called her. If I was a good husband, someone who deeply ca

FortyNathanThere was a loud pounding somewhere in my head. It was fierce and seemed to amplify every second. I groaned, raising my hand to clutch it as I opened my eyes. My vision was quite blurry as I tried to take in where I was and for a while, everything spun in circles. I groaned again, closing my eyes. Someone was laying on my chest. Despite the crazy headache that threatened to pound my brain to mush, a small smile wormed its way to my lips. "Ch..." There was a lump in my throat that made it quite hard to talk. Damn! Just how much did I drink yesterday? This was why I shouldn't hang out with Noah. He was a bad influence when it came to chugging down alcohol. I took a deep breath instead, reaching for Chloe's soft hair. I couldn't open my eyes yet anyways, since everything was still spinning like crazy. But I could hold on to her. "Chloe," I managed to grunt. What happened yesterday? She had been mad at me since the fiasco at the office, so I had thought naturally, that I