... I loved being in light shoes or sandals since I had a child to back. High heels were never my thing. I tried making up an excuse as I saw the look on his face but he needed none. He handed Miguel back to me as he entered the store without another word.He went to the dummy and picked out all the lady clothing he came across, shoving it in the shopping cart as he went to the next store. He selected the latest brands of female undies and different designs of high heels and shoved them on the cart. I walked up to him, stopping as I lowered down and brought most of the heels out. It wasn't like I needed any of it."What's ya doing?" He asked."Nothing," I said softly. "They aren't my size." I lied."Alright, then... So go pick your size, lady," He said, authoritatively. I nodded, not wanting to drag it on with him as I did as he said, selecting only but a few. "This will do," I said, shoving them inside the cart and waiting for his instruction.He said nothing else, satisfied wit
...Lincoln.He has been waiting anxiously for some time for Lorenzo to make his grand entrance like he usually does but so far nothing. He had to believe everything would work out. That his mother wouldn't catch up with them. Just when he was about to give him a check-up call, a luxurious white car showed up in his compound. He watched as his friend highlighted it so effortlessly and stoically as if he had no worries for the earth and homo sapiens that lives in it. He hopped to him, catching up with him, halfway. "My man. What's up?" Lincoln said, bumping shoulders with him. He pulled back as he saw me sticking right next to him with my child in my arms. He didn't look surprised though as he took my hand in his, shaking it lightly. "You're welcome to my humble abode, wifey-to-be. No, that's too cheesy. I should rephrase that. How does sister-in-law sound to you?" He asked, laughing.I put on a polite smile at his remark. "You can call me whatever you like. You seem close to Mr. C
...ZUIDERKERK.We arrived not less than an hour later, climbing out of the car and walking majestically into the big Zuiderkerk Catholic church. Since it wasn't mass hours the building was almost empty if not for the photographist sitting in one of the pews. The church wasn't beautified with flowers or ribbons of any sort. I shouldn't have had high thoughts about it since I knew it all wasn't real but I still did.How would it feel to have a real husband? I already have a lovely, bouncing baby boy. Only a man was remaining. I couldn't help but let my mind travel. I waved it off, staring at the altar which was filled up with lit candles at every corner. A large gateau cake and an expensive wine completed the façade.My footsteps echoed on the hard concrete floor as I walked towards the altar, Lorenzo keeping up with me.His buddies after exchanging pleasantries with the photographer took a seat at one of the pews. Lincoln settled the tiny baby in between his legs as he held his peti
...I gripped a handful of hers and yanked with full force, she screamed out loud. Her voice echoed throughout the entire church. Mally wanted to retaliate by freeing her hand and raising it in the air to give her a heavy slap but was interrupted as Lorenzo grasped her wrist, shoving her aside. He protected his woman which was also part of the plan. "That's Enough!" He said, dragging me behind him.Mally was flabbergasted and short of words as he stared at him with open mouth. How could he? How could he leave her for another woman? The thought weighed heavily on her and she just couldn't bear it, anymore as she screamed out, pouncing on him like some insane woman.She fought him, slamming and hitting her fists on his chest as hot tears streamed down her eyes, wetting her cheeks. She was being overly melodramatic. He thought, letting her voice out her anger on him. He didn't mind in the least.Angelique couldn't watch the play, anymore as she separated her from her son, sighing hea
...Lorenzo was the first to reach his family home, he parked his car and climbed down from it. He huffed, staring wildly at the door to his family home. He knew quite well that everyone was around, most especially his father whom he had to introduce to his fake wife. He was a hell lot of so nervous and anxious that his Mother could have been seeking answers from Sophie all through the drive, here. What should he do if she'd spilled the beans, unintentionally? No, she wasn't that naive. But what if.He sighed, rolling his hands through his hair and hitting the wall next to his house, lighting. It doesn't matter anymore. He should trust her. He was still in thoughts when he heard the horn, the gatekeeper racing over and unlocking the gate for them. The man bowed respectfully to the madam of the house as she came down from her car. Sophie tagged next to her like glue. It was pretty apparent with the way she was squeezing her gown and the forced smile she wore that she was nervous as
... Daphne unlocked the door to her room and stepped in. She waited until I came in as well before she locked the door."Make yourself at home, Phie. Hope you don't mind me addressing you as one since I kinda like the shortcut name. You won't stop me... Right?" She asked, pouting to act cute.My mind wasn't all listening to her at the moment, my eyes roaming around the fairytale room and all in it. Everything was decorated with pink, the bed, walls, wallpaper, Teddy, bedspread, tiles, and the portable freezer that has the stickers of Barbie and Cinderella in a more specific way. The girl was living in her own world. I thought, smiling."What's wrong?" She asked.I shook my head. "Your room is one of a kind. It fits and says a good deal about the owner's, spectacular preferences. It suits you. And about the nickname, I don't mind at all. My girlfriend calls me that too." I responded. Daphne gently went to the bed and dropped Miguel who had fallen asleep in her arms. She walked to h
...I would say whatever happened in the past, she blamed herself for it.I shifted my seat closer to where hers was, grasping her hand. "Mum. It's alright. My hubby was wrong and I would like to apologize in his stead. You did what you thought was right. What parents won't like to see their son settle down especially if he was a player." I said, trying to make her laugh.She smiled a little, sniffling back the unshead tears at the tip of her eyes. "Every parent wants to see their grandchildren before they get old. I have no idea what the past may have been but it's the past. It's already done. Find it in your heart to forget about it and live in the present, Mother. Be happy... Okay. I promise to make you smile whenever I'm around." I said, truthfully this time.She stared at me for long seconds. Her expression brightened. Why was I not surprised when she pulled me into a hug?"You're a lovely girl, angel. Your mother must be so satisfied to have a child like you. She really did a
...Sophie.I had just finished breastfeeding my baby and proceeded to make him go back to sleep. I needed my own rest. It's been one heck of a day. I thought. "Thanks for looking after my child, Daphne," I said.Daphne grinned, waving off the greeting. "Come on, it's nothing, Phie. What are friends for? We're one family now. Miguel is like a baby brother to me. He's so adorable. I've always wanted to have one but Mummy and Daddy couldn't give birth to another child after having me. You know being the last born wasn't my call. But now, it feels as if I've gotten what I've always wished for. I've always had a fondness for kids." She said.I smiled as she blew kisses at my child as he slept, peacefully. "It's quite apparent. You'd make a good mother." I said, softly.She chuckled. "I know, right?" She smiled her eyes that were on Miguel now staring at me. "Um, so when are you and brother leaving for his house?" She asked.Figures. He has his own apartment. Well, why won't he? His fam