This incident has me shaken, whenever I turn off the light to sleep I can't. I feel.like Patrick is at the end of the room walking towards me to suffocate me. If I keep the lights on I can't sleep either, I stopped sleeping with the light on when I was six. I have been tossing and turning since I laid on bed to sleep, feeling exhausted and frustrated. "I can't do this anymore, the worst he'll say is no". I huff, standing up as I head towards Gregory's room. His light is off which means he is asleep. My heart is beating rapidly. "Deep breaths" I tell myself, taking several deep breaths. I stretch my hand to knock and the voice in my head is screaming at me not to. "I don't think I can do this" I whisper, shaking my head and retracting my hands to myself. I walk back towards my room and open the door. The darkness in my room makes me second guess if I can sleep here tonight. "I'm not sure I can sleep here either. Oh God Denise". I hold my head feeling defeated. "You can do this". Giv

By the time we finish the food I am stuffed and unable to move. I wipe my hand and rub my belly affectionately. Thinking how my little one is gradually making mummy a glutton, I sigh in satisfaction. My husband doesn't waste time to clear out the table. If there's one thing I noticed about him it's that most times he doesn't let his staff do everything for him, like now, he could have called someone to do this but it's not his style he would rather do it himself." Are you ready to go home?". He asks me once he's done with clearing the table "Give me a minute, I don't think I can move, I ate a lot". This makes him laugh, a genuine laughter. "Do you want me to carry you?". "No". I blurted out almost screaming with horror on my face. This only initiates his laughter again.He walks away from me to his desk, he rests casually on it and begins to type away on his phone. I shut my eyes trying to relax and gain some strength when my phone beeps notifying me of a message. When I bring it

It's been four days since we got to this country, Gregory has been out each day but he always makes sure he comes back early to spend time with me. I think we've made some progress on our relationship. He has been calling me endearing names, which makes my heart sing and makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter out of control, he makes me feel like I'm floating.Tonight is our last night here and we've been invited to dinner. This night isn't different from any other night because his eyes have been on me like I'm the only thing that matters. He has made blushing a permanent place of residence on my face. Just like in this moment, his eyes are on me as I apply my makeup. He is casually lounging on the bed swirling his wedding band around his fingers with his gaze fixed on me while my blood has rushed over to my face taking its place in its new home.I excuse myself to get dressed in the bathroom, I am not fully confident in dressing in front of him, whereas he has no problem gettin

Gregory hasn't come back, it's already morning. I tried reaching him but he didn't take any of my calls. I called Oliver too, he told me everything was fine and under control he wouldn't say anything other than that. I am about to take a bath when the door opens revealing my husband. He looks worn out."Morning babe". He walks in tiredly giving me a peck. Even his voice is tired."Are you okay". I ask with great concern on my face. "I'm fine". He looks anything but fine, on the contrary he looks like he was run-over by a bus. "I highly doubt that''. I murmur with a quizzical look. "Do you still want me to massage you?". Are you kidding me? Between the both of us he is the one who needs a massage, here he is asking me if I need one. Yup I think he lost some screws last night. "Actually…," I breathe out, "I think you're the one who needs a massage, you look like shit" I blurted out before I could register who I was talking to. He burst out with laughter, his head falling backwards

DENISE'S POVMy cheeks are rosy, my hair looks healthier, there's a shine to it, there's life in my skin. The girl watching me in the mirror is nothing like the girl I saw a few months ago. This girl seems happy, content even. I can see it in her eyes, they aren't dull or tired, they have a glint to them, a rare contentment. A smile tugs my lips at the realisation that my life is somewhat at ease. Who would have thought that I would feel like this after a whirlwind that struck my life offsetting the balance. There is a wave all of a sudden, what if this isn't real? A glitch in the matrix maybe. I shake my head at my unseemly thoughts. Just in time Gregory calls out to me, walking right into the bathroom without knocking. I'll say we've improved in our relationship, I don't know how it happens but it gets better each day. He still makes me nervous, eliciting butterflies in my stomach anytime he steps into the same space as me. I am not so sure I can get over the way I feel and act arou