“Marian screwed me….. she stated that I’m a doctor and that I can’t give much time to my daughter, so she demands the court give her full custody of Marlene because I’m not a good father to her,” he uttered without pausing in between his words. I recollected my thoughts with all the information he stated before responding, “So…, what are you planning to do now?” I asked, genuinely concerned about his next steps in this difficult situation. “I don’t know,” he added, sighing loudly, with his hands pressed on his temples. He looked visibly distressed, his eyes filled with worry and uncertainty. "I never imagined it would come to this," he continued, his voice trembling slightly. We are both silent for a minute, not knowing what to say, with both our minds loaded with all kinds of thoughts about how we can solve this problem. But there is one thing I know for sure: Marlene is an undetectable part of Brandon himself, and separating him from her will demolish both their lives. The bond b
“Marry me,” Brandon said, the forbidden words hanging in the air between them. “No,” I said, without giving it a second thought. Brandon's hopeful expression faltered as if he hadn't anticipated my immediate rejection. I freed my hands from his grasp, turning my face away from him. I could feel the weight of his disappointment settling on my shoulders, but I knew deep down that saying yes would have been a betrayal to myself. I don’t even want to look at his face after hearing his words. “Jane, listen to me first,” he said, calling my name as he grabbed my shoulder, turning my body towards him, face to face. His eyes pleaded with me, searching for understanding. I could see the vulnerability in his gaze, but my resolve remained unyielding. Brandon stared into my eyes. But my mind was so outraged by his words that I shoved his hands away from my shoulder. I took a step back, creating distance between us. The anger within me intensified as I struggled to find the right words to expr
“Okay,” I said, as I put all the pros and cons in the situation we are in, right at the moment. Listening to my words, Brandon stared at me, with his mouth opened a bit and his face holding an unreadable expression on it. Maybe by shock or by surprise. “What… I mean, are you sure?” Brandon asked with his voice trembling. “Yes, I’m,” I replied with my voice rigid, with no hesitation in my voice or my statement. Brandon beamed at my reply, wrapping his arms around my body and embracing me tightly. “Brandon, but only on one condition,” I said, as Brandon separated his arms from my body and stared right into my eyes with confusion. Brandon hesitated for a moment before continuing. “What do you mean?” “I will marry you, only if you agree to my terms,” I stated firmly, my gaze unwavering. Brandon's expression shifted from confusion to curiosity as he leaned in closer, eager to hear my conditions.“What terms?” he asked, surprised. “That, even after marriage, you’ll not be a husband,”
I took a few steps back, looking at Brandon, who was standing right beside me. Brandon’s face, as usual, was unreadable, showing no emotions. I couldn't help but wonder what thoughts were running through his mind. His stoic expression always left me curious about what he was truly feeling. And to my shock, he did something that froze all my senses. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “I’ll never do anything without your consent ever in my life,” he mumbled, with his voice so low that only I could hear as Brandon placed his hands on both sides of my head, planting his lips on my head in between my brows, kissing it gently. Both our eyes connected, staring at each other as his hands caressed my hair gently. At that moment, I felt a rush of emotions overwhelming me. It was as if time stood still, and all I could focus on was the intensity of his gaze and the tenderness of his touch. It was a gesture that spoke volumes
“Do you want to…,” I paused, caressing Liam’s hair, “Call Brandon Daddy,” I said, with my voice so low that only Liam could hear. I knew how much Liam longed for a father figure in his life, and my heart ached for him. My words caught Liam’s attention, and he nodded his head swiftly, “Yes,” he whispered, his eyes lighting up with hope. “Then go and ask Brandon if he likes to be your daddy or not,” I said, placing Liam on the ground.Being free from my arms, Liam moves towards Brandon. He then pulled the hem of Brandon’s white shirt, making him look down at him.Brandon kneeled on the floor, maintaining eye-to-eye contact with Liam.“What is it, big guy?” Brandon asked, beaming at Liam. Liam hesitated for a moment before finally gathering the courage to ask. Liam’s eyes focused on me, and I nodded my head, reassuring him.“Brandon,” Liam said, but then paused, sucking on his thumb for a few moments before asking, “Will you be my…… hm… Daddy?”Brandon went silent for a minute as he ga
“What do you want to talk about?” I asked Brandon when we were alone, both Marlene and Liam, asleep in their room. Brandon paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on the floor as if searching for the right words. He sighed, putting his hand over his head, his face looking tired and his eyes hollow as he stared at me.We both stared at each other like that. No one said a single word, letting the silence envelop us in its heavy embrace. The weight of unspoken thoughts hung in the air, begging to be released. It was as if the silence held the power to unravel our deepest fears and desires, urging us to confront the issues that had been plaguing our relationship."So..." I said, my voice trembling slightly as I struggled to find the right words. The tension in the room seemed to intensify, as if the weight of our unspoken emotions had grown too heavy to bear. I could see the hesitation in his eyes, a mix of fear and longing, as he searched for a way to break through the barriers that had bee
I said nothing after hearing his confession. I don’t know what to say about this. If he had told me about this, that he lied to me before, maybe I would have been angry, but right now, I don’t know If I can get mad with Brandon or not. Right now, my mind’s fixed on one thing, and that is Brandon's life in danger. I can’t do anything to protect him or save him from it. The same helpless feeling returned to my mind. The day when Jared died, I was helping, and now again. I’m helpless too, but this time it is for Brandon. The feeling is when you know things will happen, and you can’t do anything to change or stop it from happening. “Say something, please,” Brandon said, after a while, holding my hands in his. “I’m sorry for lying.” I looked at him, squeezing the hand he was cradling. “It’s okay,” I said, staring into his eyes. “But why did you lie?” “Because I have no one in my life whom I can trust.” He paused. “But you,” “What do you mean?” I asked, still not understanding his word
Brandon is sick, so I thought of cooking something great for dinner, something that Brandon and the kids can enjoy together in the comfort of their home. I decided to make a hearty chicken noodle soup, packed with nutritious vegetables and tender chicken. The warm and comforting aroma filled the house, instantly lifting everyone's spirits and creating a cozy atmosphere for our family dinner. Something that is simple but tasty and healthy. I’m not an excellent cook, as one may say, but I tried my best to cook something delicious with the help of recipe books and videos. And cooking takes so much time. It took hours for me to cook a meal for just two adults and two children. The good thing is that I don’t cook daily. Otherwise, it has been a hell of a lot of work for me. However, I have learned to appreciate the process of cooking and the joy it brings to my family. I looked at the time on my phone. It’s almost dinnertime, and Brandon is still asleep. I thought of not disturbing him,