We all stand up when the door to Angel's room opens, with the doctor standing in front of us. We are all here—all my family members and also Rita and her husband. Andy called them up, though they haven't conversed, but at least they feel appreciated even by just being here. "Well, doc? How did it go?" I ask because Andy seems to be contemplating something that I don't know. "It went well, Mr. Ashton. The transfusion was a success." The doctor replies, causing us all to relax. Everyone was tense. "Can we see her now?" I ask after breathing out a sigh of relief. "Sure, but don't bother her so much as she needs a lot of rest. Only two people at a time." The doctor says this and excuses himself. My parents nod at me, implying that Andy and I go in first. That was deduced. We are her parents anyway, and we just can't introduce them to her in her hospital bed. I looked at Andy. He is still lost, to the point that I had to shake him to reality. "Let's go in." I ask, afraid of what he lo
"So, we have this entire house to ourselves, baby." Andy says this as we make our way out of the shower in our master bedroom. Apparently, he bought a new house for my family to stay in, as we couldn't have accommodated them all here. Well, we would have, but he just has some stringent beliefs of his, which I concede. Like, how could we let my parents sleep in a room that has been used? It's not right. I applaud him for his wise sentiments. We haven't discussed anything with them yet because they suggested we get a little sleep and some freshening up first before we can talk. Sleep huh! It's not like there is a case or a motion to dispute it. It's just the formal introduction and some clarifications here and there. Mina and Mira needed a lot of rest too, so my parents chaperoned them to the house Andy got for them, while Rita and Ambrose stayed back to watch Angel. We don't have much time since we know Angel will inquire about us when she wakes up, but our desires can't just let thi
FAST FORWARD. TWO DAYS LATER We park at the hospital's parking lot and step out, Andy hooking his hand around my small waist as we make our way to Angel's room. He is becoming so overprotective as the days go by, and I can't lie that I don't like it. As I had anticipated, the news of our baby has blown his mind. It seems like an accomplishment for him, and I can't be less enthusiastic. As early as now, I can't wait to hold my cute little angel in my arms when it's born. I just can't wait. We stroll to where Ambrose and Rita are perched on the leather couch just outside the door, and they stand to acknowledge our presence. They have been of tremendous help these past three days. We have been alternating shifts to watch over Angel, and for that, among many other things, like bundling me to my prince charming, I will always be indebted to them. They are indeed friends worth keeping. We hug them and rack in front of them. This guy beside me has been procrastinating on talking to them f
"Ooh, I said I could walk, Daddy. Just put me down." Angel snorts to her dad after we get out of the car, making us all laugh. She is acting all tough and strong for someone who just left the hospital, but we are all happy that she isn't now experiencing much pain. At least her attitude doesn't say that. "Are you sure you can walk, princess?" Andy and his worries as he puts her down, albeit unwillingly. "Of course, daddy. Princesses are strong, right?" She chirps, taping her feet on the ground and walking a few steps ahead of us as we watch her. "See, I can walk." "Okay, but just be careful, okay? Don't run." She smiles as she leads us inside the house, marching with so much vigour. She must have been so exhausted from being constrained in that hospital bed. I would be as overjoyed if I were her.Stepping inside, she stops just a step away from the door, her eyes darting around to the new faces awaiting her inside—my family. We walk in, Andy and I standing on her sides. "Hi, cuti
As I tap my stilettos at a tortoise pace on the red carpet down the aisle, my lips are curved up to an expansive, salacious smile. All my senses are receptive, attesting to the happiest day of my life. The day I bid goodbye to my youth and embrace marriage and all the commitments that come with it. I'm neither apprehensive nor fearful, and I am not walking into this with any of the myths out there about marriages. I know mine will not be like any other, and that is the difference. Life with Andy has been blissful for those eight months I have known him, despite the drawbacks and challenges, and I have no qualms that this is yet another onslaught to a heavenly incredible life. This, conclusively, is my sunniest day under the face of the earth, and it will infinitely be nurtured in my heart, alongside all the days I have had and ever will spend with my better half. The man who melts my heart even without a word or any action. All I need is to think of him or cast a glance at him, and ev
One week!I have been Adrian's maid for just a week, and what I can say is, so far, so good. Angel is such a disciplined young girl, and for this one week, she hasn't given me any trouble. There is also not as much work as I had speculated. It's just preparing Angel, taking her to and from school, which is easy because we have a driver, and tidying the house. With a washing machine that took me two days to be able to use, washing is so lenient. Also, especially because we order food from outside,. I never get to cook, and I don't know why Adrian doesn't want me to. They have an elegant modern kitchen with all the utensils, but no cooking is done here. I kind of feel like my passion for cooking will be a waste here. Most of the time, I'm just idle."Hello!" Adrian's voice startles me, and I stand up from the couch to go grab his backpack."Hello! Welcome, sir Adrian." I say as I stretch my hands to take his bag, but he doesn't let me. Right, that skipped my mind again!"How many times d
I wake up to the ringing sound of the alarm beside my bed. It's six in the morning and another week is smoothly coming to an end.Life here is amazingly sweet, especially if you have a boss like mine. Andy is a good boss and a terrific daddy to Angel. He is a workaholic, yes, but I idolize how he creates time to spend with his daughter. I admire how he is encompassed in his daughter's activities and life in general. Even when he arrives home late after the little girl has gone to bed, his first stop would be at his daughter's room. For instance, he came home so late last night and wasn't able to have a chat with his daughter. To make up for that, after we shared our coffee, which has become a ritual, by the way, he told me that he will be the one to take Angel to school. He even wanted to be the one to prepare her for school, but I insisted on doing that. I'm delighted about the fact that he is such a kind boss, but there is no way I will take advantage of that. I came here to work and
After our embarrassing situation earlier today with Andy, I wrapped up cleaning and came to relax on the couch as always, waiting for the lunch delivery.Andy has since not come out of the study. When we finally pulled away, after asking me if I was alright and I nodded my head that I was, he excused himself to go change from his then-wet clothes, and I was left to dry the floor. Only after I was done and out of that room did I see him going in.It's now twelve, and I am done doing my chores already. I was just thinking about that feeling earlier, when I was on top of him. On top, huh? My mind is becoming so nasty, and I abhor how my body is fascinated by these wildly crazy thoughts."Are you sure you didn't get hurt earlier?" That is Andy's voice, and he parks himself on the next couch."Yes. I am alright, sir. I mean, Andy!" "Okay. Take that stool out of that room immediately. Tidy up only where you can reach. I will not be there to fetch you next time." "Okay. I apologize for what