I got dressed up and headed to the Laverne resident for the old man's birthday. I was at peace not seeing his face this past couple of months so I don't know if I could face him again without getting angry. I could only pretend so much. But I was doing it for Rose. She promised I won't regret it."Liam, my boy! Glad you could make it," Mr. Laverne said and smiled at me brightly. I almost felt guilty about thinking about ruining his life. Almost...
"What did you just say?" Mr. Laverne roared.I coughed nervously. Did I hear that correctly? "Yes, I want to know too," I said."I am pregnant, with his child," Rose pointed at me.
Rose's P.O.V.It has been a month since grandpa died. I am not completely heartless. I did feel something when my grandfather died. He wasn't a kind man but he had his moments. He raised me after all. And most importantly, he never touched me.I could tell Liam was feeling guilty. Even though he
I stood beside my father alongside Rose. It was time for me to decide whether I should let go and end his suffering."Are you sure this is the only way?" I said quietly and looked at the doctor.Say something that will change my mind,I thought."I'm afraid he is too far gone. At this point, there's no hope for him to wake up. His heart rate is weak and his brain is not functio
"Wow, that's our baby," I said and looked at our child in awe."Yes it is, and you could've witnessed the magical moment of her arrival if you didn't pass out in the middle of it," Rose rolled her eyes.It's true, as soon as I saw that baby's head tearing out of Rose's vagina I passed out. But i
Rose's P.O.V.I stood facing Liam in front of the judge. This was a month after his proposal. I agreed to marry him right there and then at first, but he insisted on buying me a ring and a dress. Then I convinced him to wait so I can fully recover after giving birth and look perfect for him on our wedding day. I didn't want a big wedding, nor did I want anyone other than a witness because he was the only one who mattered.
10 years later...Rose and I sat in the principal office with Elizabeth on our side. And no, we were not here because our beloved daughter received an award or earned the highest grade in the class. We were here because she beat up a classmate. She had her mother's fiery temper. Sometimes I just don't know what to do with these crazy ladies.