SOMETIMES, THE way time flies too freaking fast makes me wonder how the universe spins. I can't believe it's already a month since we found out that I am pregnant. Our baby is already growing inside me, and I know the time will come when our parents will know about this. At that thought, shivers ran down my spine. What will their reaction be? We haven't told them yet, and Jeremy and I haven't talked about telling them. Now, I wonder. When will we tell them? I want to tell them as soon as possible."What's the matter?" I felt him kiss the side of my forehead. We are watching a Netflix series, but no matter how hard I try to focus my attention on what we are watching, my mind always goes back to our parents. It kind of bothered me that we still haven't told them about our situation until now. It's been a month.I let out a sigh. "When are we gonna tell our parents?" I looked at him. He was staring at me, and I couldn't name the emotions in his eyes. He was caressing my hair as if think
MARRIAGE. WAIT, what? Are they serious?Jeremy and I looked at each other. His expression is just calm and composed as if what his mother said didn't bother him. What the hell? He should be bothered! It's his freedom that's on the line! I angled my face towards him, making sure that his parents couldn't see my expression, and widened my eyes at him, silently telling him to protest. But he didn't even budge. "Jeremy! It's your freedom! Do you want to be tied to me even if you still aren't sure about your feelings for me?" I said in a low voice, just enough for him to hear. His eyes are still fixed on his parents as if he didn't hear anything from me.I jumped from my seat when something warm enveloped my hand and when I looked at it, I saw Jeremy's hand wrapped around mine, his thumb softly caressing the back of my palm. My forehead knotted. And? What is the meaning of this?"Sure."A gasp escaped from my lips when I heard what he said to his parents. Is he fucking serious?! This is
Chapter 32"I ALREADY GOT a wedding coordinator, but they're not available on weekends. Do you have any dates in mind so we can meet them and plan the wedding?" Jeremy wiped my lips with wet wipes and wiped the sweat off my forehead.I just had morning sickness, and Jeremy was there by my side to make me feel better. His warm hand, caressing my back, made me feel better."Are you free by Tuesday?"He threw the wet wipes in the trash can under the sink and I saw him nod his head. "Yeah, sure. I'll clear my schedule. This is a lot more important." He stood up straight and smiled gently at me.I bit my lip as his words sent butterflies flying at the pit of my stomach. The way he said it sounds like our parents hadn't set us up, and that it's our decision to get married.I couldn't do anything but nod as my gaze moved towards his messy hair. I lifted my right hand to fix it, and as I did, he was just staring at me.I didn't mind him.When I was done, I was about to put my hand down when h
HE’S SERIOUS ABOUT marrying me. That’s the only fact that ran through my mind as we prepared for our wedding. And now, we’re here in a known local boutique to have our fitting. "Good morning, Miss Jannah and Sir Jeremy. This way, please." The lady lead us towards a room where we were greeted by a lot of wedding dresses, making my mouth hung in awe. The room is massive, and each side of the room has a hanger rack on which the dresses were hung. There was a couch in the middle of the room and in front of it is a huge closed platform with double doors. Oh, wow. I turned to Jeremy, and I almost blinked when I caught him staring at me with a small smile on his face, causing my heart to kick. Damn. I shouldn't mind his stares. I cleared my throat. "What about you?" "You first. I want to see you in your wedding dress." "You might fall harder," I joked and smirked at him. Taking a step closer to me, he playfully grinned as his stares became intense. "I already did."A gasp escaped fro
MY FEELINGS FOR him started when we were in high school. I was about to get hit by a flying ball when he caught it for me, and he ended up getting hit. After that day, I started to notice every small movement that he makes, starting from the way his fingers brush his hair, up to the way he bites his lips whenever he’s thinking, frustrated, or when he wants to say something but chooses to keep it with him instead. I couldn’t accept that I am feeling this way for him— for my best friend since I was still in my diapers. And he doesn’t even have a single idea about what I feel for him, and I kept it for years. Until something happened between us. We play with fire over and over again every time he gets drunk, and he doesn’t even remember that I am the woman who he was making love with. Although it hurts, I accept what he can give just to feel his warmth until I get used to our set-up. Not until I got pregnant.
“YOU'RE DRINKING AGAIN. Stop." I was about to grab the bottle he was holding but he quickly moved hia hand away. I shook my head. Here he is again, drinking. I smiled sadly as I looked at him. He looks so broken. His hair is really messy and his eyes are bloodshoot red. “Don’t stop me, Jannah. I need it,” he said firmly and drank again. I let out a sigh as I watched him drinking his heart out. Jeremy just found out that Jella has already a boyfriend and this time, Jella took her relationship seriously. Jella is Jeremy's first love. Jella was the first woman whom Jeremy took seriously, and probably the last. But then, Jella cheated on him last year and even though the bitch cheated on my friend, the jerk still loves her. “Jeremy, why don't you just move on? She cheated on you, okay? She fucking cheated. Even if she cheated, why do you still love her?” I blurted out in annoyance. Jeremy is stupid as hell. Why does he always set his eyes on Jella only? If only he would open his he
After 6 years I SIGHED as that memory flooded my mind. That was the first time something happened to Jeremy and me and after we did it, he fell asleep. I dressed him up even though my core was hurting as hell. Later, in the morning, he thanked me and he still treated me like before. He didn’t remember the memories we shared in his bed which is a good thing. But it wasn't just the first time. That went on and on until I could no longer count the times we did it and to this day, I know he still doesn’t have any idea about our sexual affairs. Good thing he has a lot of women but I know I’m the only woman he fucks. According to him, he’s always loyal to Jella and he can’t just do it with another woman. I rolled my eyes at that thought. Loyal, my ass. But here he is, fucking me. We were both 18 when we did it and now, we're 24. He's a doctor and I'm a veterinarian. We're both working here in one of the fam
“DOC. JANNAH. ” I looked at Ashley, my assistant. She's been my assistant for three years already. Hardworking and efficient, I must say. Her wavy hair is tied into a half ponytail and her soft features contorted in pain. My forehead knotted in confusion. What's going on with her? Her face is slightly pale. "What is it, Ash?" I adjusted my reading glasses. She scratched her head as if she’s confused on how to tell her situation before touching her stomach. I looked at her stomach and back at her. She’s getting paler and her face contorted even more as if she’s in great pain. "Dysme?" She shook her head as she blew air like she was having difficulty. Her breath is shaky and beads of sweats formed on her forehead. I couldn’t help but be worried for her. Is she okay? "LBM," she whispered, enough for me to hear it. Oh, I thought she was on her period. I nodded at what she said and took the medicine kit in my drawer. I took a one tablet of Diatabs and gave it to her. “Take