Sorry for the Late release. Didn't finish work early yesterday. The following chapters after this one will be the last. THIS CHAPTER IS NOT THE END, please. I am already sad because I might not read from my awesome commenters after finishing the book. I will miss you all. I hope you read my new book when it comes out. Thank you so much for the support!
Tia THREE MONTHS LATER. I woke up from the bed with my entire body aching. I was going to be due in two weeks, and I couldn't wait. My bathroom rounds were very frequent now. Luke was sitting on the couch, working on his laptop. As usual, I wanted to brush my teeth before interacting with him. I went to the toilet to ease myself and brush my teeth. I returned to the room, and Luke was still busy with this computer. "Good morning, darling?" he greeted me, and I sat on the other couch in the bedroom. He put down his computer and came to kiss me. "What are you doing?" I asked him, and he smiled and kissed my belly. "Searching for a real vacation home by the beach in Eastwood," he said, and I raised an eyebrow. "Have you decided on the names yet, as we discussed?" I asked him, and he had a guilty face that screamed 'No'. "Luke," I complained, and he squatted by my feet to massage them. "Don't worry, darling, we will sort that out soon," he said, and I moved my foot away. "I do n
Stacy. I spent three months missing Aesop. It was hard. Sometimes I wished I didn't leave, but I needed time alone. All my life, I had been in someone's shadow. First, it was my parents, then Regan and then Aesop. I never had the time to discover myself and learn my weaknesses and strengths. I never had the time to love myself. I never had the time to stop and smell the roses. I was always on edge. I was always trying to keep things together. My marriage, my reputation, my secrets; name it. I was always trying to keep things, hoping they didn't fall apart. I was humiliated and abused for it. My mother abused me mentally, emotionally and verbally. Regan abused me physically, mentally, sexually, emotionally, verbally and financially. Then Aesop came into my life and abused me emotionally. My life was filled with abuse, and soon it became a routine, a norm that shouldn't have been. Deep down, I believe that was what love was about; hurt and abuse, until Tia and Luke. Watching the two ma
Tia SIX MONTHS LATER Luke and I woke up late, so we had to rush to prepare for breakfast. Chloe and James were peaceful babies, and even though they had nannies, we checked on them at night to ensure they were alright. They were a blessing. Paul was growing well too. Doctor Khalifa had said his heart was now in good shape, and he could do whatever he wanted, which was great news. Our lives were back on track. Diamond corp was running again, and we had entered a highly beneficial trade agreement with Santa Braee, which was bound to help our poor territories improve. Everything was moving fine. We were at the peak of our happiness, and I was grateful to the goddess for the bliss. Luke and I got ready and arrived at the lounge. Alpha Aesop and Stacy were there. They usually got there before everyone. He had trimmed his beard and hair. He also gained some weight and stopped wearing Pyjamas to breakfast. Grandaunt Ummul was there with her caregiver. Aunty Amirah was missing, and I did no