“Please God, don't let him come back. Let something keep him away,” Izabelle prayed in her mind as she kept the box of Rosie’s medicines at the side of the bed. It was almost five pm in the evening and she was praying to the almighty that Marcel doesn't return as he promised. He was toying with her feelings and she wouldn't want to fall in love with him again even though she was already falling. The thing he does to her. How he stares at her and how his tongue usually darted out to lick the corners of his lips. If it continues, he was going to give her a heart attack. Speaking about the heart. This heart of hers has been stubborn since she met him again. Her heart no longer listens to her. It beats too loudly these days that she feared that if he walks close to her, he was going to hear her heartbeat and that would be so tragic. “Daddy must be on his way,” little Rosie said as she walked to the bed and lay down on it. Her round big eyes were filled with happiness at the thought of
She hates gossipy people and would appreciate it if they stay far away from her and don't try to influence her. Izabelle wondered what anyone saw in gossiping that would make them come to someone’s door and start capping shit. She groaned in frustration as she walked back to the living room where Rosie was sitting on a couch with her hands folded under her chest and lips pouting forward. “I don't like her,” he stated. “I don't like her either. Maybe we should stay away from her,” she walked to her daughter and patted her hair. “Don't worry, Mommy is going to make sure that she doesn't disturb us.”“Why hasn't Daddy come yet?” “Ma...Maybe due to traffic or he has work to do.”The child frowned and was almost crying. Her face connotes how sad she was and how she might burst into tears any moment from now. Didn't her Daddy promise that he would return to them? Where was he now? Does her Daddy not like her? “Daddy doesn't want Sie Sie,” the child said sadly.“That's not true. Daddy mus
He handed over the small flower to little Rosie and her eyes boomed as she held it in her hands. Her eyes scanned it in excitement. Marcel walked over to where Izabelle stood watching the father and daughter duo and handed her the bigger flower. They stared at each other as she took it with a slight confusion on her face. When did Marcel become this sweet? Has he always been like this? He bought her flowers? Considering the fact that they weren't on good terms, she didn't think that he would buy her flowers. One for the kid and one for herself. He was so considerate. “Yo..you didn't have to buy us flowers.”“I had to. I can't come seeing two beautiful ladies empty-handed, you know.”Her cheeks grew red. “I was going to make dinner. What would you love to have before you leave?”“Who said I was going to leave? Anyway, why don't we have dinner outside? We'll take it as a date. All three of us,” Marcel suggested.“What? No. I don't want to.”“Why?”“No..nothing. We shouldn't be going
“We..well, I'm in my apartment. I don't need to have AirPods. You shouldn't be listening to someone else’s conversation.”“I wasn't eavesdropping if that's what you're thinking. It was loud and I heard it.”“Whatever.”“I love your dress,” Marcel complimented, causing the woman to have a shade of light red on her cheeks. “Thank you.”****He took them to one of the biggest restaurants in town. It was an open space where after eating, they could watch the sky together. After his announcement the other day at the Rossador’s mansion, the whole world already knows that he was the father to Izabelle’s child and so it wasn't that much of a surprise seeing them together. Some took pictures of them looking like one happy family and others admired them. Izabelle shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she felt the eyes of the other people in the restaurant bore holes in her back. Why did Marcel take them to an open restaurant like this? Wasn't he known for hating attention? What was with him no
The morning ray shining in from the window woke Izabelle from her sleep. She closed her eyes slightly before proceeding to use her hands to block the light peeking in from the window. She yawned silently and stared at the bedside clock. Oh no! It's time to go jogging already. Damn!Feeling the pressure on her waist as she tried to sit up on the bed, she turned to her side only to see a beautiful sight. She was surely going to get diabetic this morning from the amount of sweetness she felt in her tummy at the sight. Marcel lay on the other side of the bed with little Rosie in their middle. She was clinging to her father with her whole body wrapped around him as if she feared that he was going to leave at night when she was asleep. Her legs were thrown around his thigh and her head was on his bare arms. When did he pull his shirt? His arm wrapped around her waist cuddling the both of them at the sight of that left a sweet taste in her mouth. How was she going to stop her damn heart fr
He dropped the hammer on a couch and turned to her. “You're back. Good morning. You spent a lot of time outside.”She didn't bother to acknowledge his greeting and went ahead to look at his clothes. His clothes were stained with paint. She hoped it wasn't what she was thinking. “What is this?” Her voice was laced with anger as she pointed to the couch and everything that had changed in the room. “What?”“You know what I'm talking about. Stop acting dumb.”“Well, it's just as you are seeing. I thought that I should add a little spice to the house as it was a little bit boring. We were actually having fun doing this. I only changed a few things.”She glared at him. He only changed a few things? Without her permission? Doesn't he know that she could call the police anytime and tell them that he was troubling her? She guessed he was not scared of the police. “Who gave you the permission to change things in my home?” Izabelle walked closer to him causing Marcel to retreat backward in s
“Goodness! I'm so exhausted even though I'm just coming to work,” Izabelle sighed as she walked into her studio building with her tote bag on her shoulder. She yawned in exhaustion as she dropped her bag on the table. There are lots of customers already? After their play at home, they both remembered that they had work to do and had immediately rushed to the bathrooms to have their bath and run out of the house. Izabelle had taken Rosie with her since they were on summer holiday and there was no school. “Sit here and wait for me, Sie Sie. Mommy would be back soon.”The child nodded and sat on her mother’s office chair to continue drinking her chocolate drink. Izabelle strode to the studio only to see lots of customers there even though her employees were attending to them. Some were waiting for her to personally come.“Ma’am, you're here,” one of her employees walked to her. “How are things going, Brian?”He gasped. “Ma’am, there are lots of customers today. We've been attending
Finally, it was the close of work. It was five pm already and Izabelle made her way back to her office after attending to all the girls in the waiting room. While working, she had taken breaks to go check up on Rosie and now that she has closed for the day, she should go hug her little bundle of joy. “You’re awake,” She said after entering the office. She found Rosie sitting on the couch and playing her favorite dress-up game with her mother’s phone. The last time she came to the office, she was sleeping soundly on the couch. “Mommy. Are we going home now?” “Yes. Mommy and Sie Sie would go home now and Mommy would make something nice for Sie Sie. You’ll love that, right?”The child nodded in excitement and stretched her hands for her mommy as Izabelle did the same. They engaged in a tight hug and Izabelle gave her daughter kisses. “Missed Mommy?”“En.”They broke away from the hug. “Come on, let’s go home.”She picked up her bag on the table and arranged her things on it before g