Celestine, my half sister who was with me during the day when I recovered my memory. The same day when we got ambushed and Blake was shot and later on declared dead in the hospital. The same moment when we found out that I was pregnant. She was also the one who firstly thought of the miscarriage thing, however, helped me to keep my pregnancy as a secret from everyone as what I have asked her to.
With tears welling in her eyes, she wrapped her arms around me so tight that I could hardly breathe. Her shoulders were moving up and down along with her silent sobs making my heart scream in mixed emotions. My hands were cold and shaking when I finally got the courage of holding her and caressed her back with comforting circles. Everything might have not been so easy for her after I left.
"W-why did you hide for long? Why didn't you contact me? What happened to you for the past years?" she shot me question by question between her cry.
I pulled her a little distant to me and wiped her tears away by my hands. The tears that I was holding back earlier suddenly streamed down to my face while watching her crying in front of me. There's a lump in my throat that I could hardly swallow, preventing me from uttering a word. I want to tell her everything but I can't release a word from my mouth. Just the tears told her all. I hugged her again and let my emotion out until I felt better.
"Hey," she said in a crack voice when we finally calmed down. I awkwardly smiled at her and dried off my tears. "Hey?!" I greeted back then we both laughed.
She ran her fingers on her baby bump and rubbed it in circles. "How old?" I asked, referring to the baby inside her. She giggled and answered, "Five months and two weeks. First baby." My eyes widened in surprise.
"We really need a lot of catching up to do, Amber," she hissed with rolling eyes. I chuckled at her and nodded. "Yes, lovely sister," I replied.
We both laughed in the middle of the wide space then suddenly a thought came across in my mind. I raised a brow at her and crossed my arms over my chest. "Hmm… So, Miss Celestine Ferrer, who must be the lucky guy, huh?" I inquired in curiosity. A bright smile flashed to her face then looked away in blush.
I was startled when I heard a familiar voice on our side. "Hey, honey. Sorry to keep you waiting." The man wearing a formal suit with his shiny black hair popped up and gave Celestine a quick smack on her cheek. He wrapped his arm around her back and smiled sweetly at her.
My heart beat doubled and my pulse rate was in riot. My knees were trembling and my tears were welling while watching them. I don't know what exactly I am feeling right now. My guilt was eating me along with a great humiliation. I can't stare at him any longer. I feel so embarrassed at him.
"You've met a frie—" he suddenly stopped when our eyes met. He scanned me from head to toe with a parted lips and widened eyes in surprise. "Amber?!" he exclaimed.
I looked down and made a face palm.
"Hey, it's you. Amber!" he called once again, and the next thing I knew, I was caged by his warm embrace. We remained in that position for a while until Celestine cleared a throat.
"Oh, sorry, Honey. I was just amazed and happy seeing your sister, my ex-fiancée," he said with a chuckle making me feel more embarrassed.
Thunder was a very good man. He understands my situation when our parents decided and forced us to get married at our young age. We were engaged and a few weeks before our wedding, I ran away with my baby. I was already impregnated by Blake, his best friend, who was also my boyfriend, when our parents arranged our marriage but all of us have no idea about the forming life inside me.
"Y-you we're." I hadn't continued my words when Thunder cut me off.
"Oh, if you're thinking that we were arranged and let them marry her instead of you, you are wrong," he said then intertwined his fingers into Celestine's. "I courted her for how many years. She was heartless. You're sister was heartless," he laughed while watching her whole lovingly. "I chased her while she kept holding back her feelings to me so I impregnated her." Celestine spanked her arms with a laugh while here I am rooted in my stand, still processing the situation.
"Oh my goodness! You aren't married yet?!" I exclaimed when I finally grasped everything. They looked at me confusedly. "Oh, sorry I was just surprised," I chortled.
Thunder heaved a sigh. "I asked her to but she said that she wants you to be there on her wedding day," he said, smirking. "I was actually a bit worried that we might not get married because we heard nothing from you for long," he continued while scratching the side of his eyes then looked away in red face. How lucky Celestine was to be with this handsome loving man. They really both deserve each other.
We were covered by silence for a while until Thunder broke it again. "You're getting prettier, Amber. That explains why Blake was flashing a big smile and a good mood earlier when we met," he said with a shaking head.
I creased my forehead in confusion. "Hmm… Blake?" I asked to clarify if I heard the name right.
"Yes, Blake," he emphasised the word. "Uh… I thought you are going to meet here," he paused. "Wait, are you having amnesia again?" he continued, making me more puzzled.
I shifted my gaze at Celestine who was biting her fingernails in anxiety. "I'm sorry," she mumbled.
"Oh, wait… Am I missing something here? I mean, I know I missed a lot of things but is there something I should know about?" I snapped.
She lifted a view with her dry eyes. "Blake is alive. I contacted you a lot of times but I couldn't reach you," Celestine confessed.
"How come? That's impossible. We both heard what the nurse said. We both are there in the emergency room. We were there, Celestine. I am puzzled. How come?" I inquired then the tears suddenly fell down on my cheeks.
That was really impossible. The nurse said that he was dead upon arrival. How come? I am totally confused! Celestine reached for my hand and pressed it lightly.
"That was a mistaken identity. The patient was not Blake," she cooed. I was like splashed by extremely cold water when she averted her eyes to me in sorrow. "It just happened that they both are wearing the same color of shirts and the nurse that we asked was the one assigned to the person who was dead on arrival."
My heart sank but at the same time screaming in gladness that he was alive. However, there's a part of me that hates him. He doesn't even wasted a time looking for me or at least contacted me and made his way to locate me. It was unfair. I grieved for him for a long time but he was just here enjoying his life with a lot of women, for sure. I took a deep breath and wiped my tears away. Just a second, my phone beeped. I pressed the power button and a message from Barack popped up.
'You are so beautiful, Mi Amore. I love you, future Mrs. Santiolle. I will follow you there later on. Don't look for other guys, just a quick reminder.' It reads with a heart and wink emoticons. Guilt was eating me again.
I looked at Celestine and dragged her a bit distant from Thunder. "Hey, did they know about my pregnancy?" I worriedly asked. He shook her head as a response making me release a sigh of relief.
"One big favor, Celestine. Don't tell anyone including Blake that I am here if he was truly alive, please," I continued and she shot me a confused look. "But, why?" she talked back.
"Just don't. Please, don't. And still don't tell anybody about my pregnancy. I'm begging you, Celestine. Let me fix this on my own. I will catch up with you again, soon because I need to go," I gasped.
Though puzzled she nodded at me and handed me a calling card. "Just call me any time, okay?" I nodded and gave her a quick short hug before rushing my foot to nowhere. I don't even know why I am running away… again.
When someone says ‘adulting’, it means backpains. Earlier when I woke up, my lower back was seriously aching. I didn’t know how did it happen because I was just watching movies the whole time yesterday and it seems like so impossible that a couple of minutes while carrying my son was the main cause.I was stretching my body in front of the mirror when Barack disturbed me. “Mi Amore, you all right?” he asked then gave me his morning kiss. He knotted his hands around my waist and looked at me through the mirror’s reflection.“I’m having a backpain.” I held his hand. “But I’m all right. Your comfort eases the pain,” I said with a sincere smile.He kissed my shoulder and lifted his Dark Hazel eyes. “What did you do yesterday? I mean, have you played? Worked? Or carried heavy loads? That might be the cause,” he worriedly inqu
The bumper to bumper traffic tested my patience a lot. The usual fifteen to twenty minutes ride became almost an hour and a half because of rush hours and road interruptions. I texted my son’s phone immediately when we arrived at the condominium, waiting in the lobby. I decided to wait him here to avoid long chats with Blake and waste time as Barack was waiting us in the hotel. A minute after I sent the message, my phone beeped.“Come here upstairs, mom. I am still playing with dude,” it says. I smirked and typed my response. “Don’t use your scheme on me, Blake. My son doesn’t know how to read and type. Bring him here because your extended time is up.”Ethan doesn’t know how to read properly at his young age. He prioritized his play but he thinks very mature than a usual five-year-old kid. The only reason why I put phone on his bag was that for emergency and he can ask someone to read my
Amber’s POV“Hey, Amber!” We got startled when Thunder greeted from our back. Celestine and I were staying here at the living room, planning for a movie marathon while I was patiently waiting until it’s time to pick up my son. Mom and Dad were not around, it was so boring that I have to listen Celestine’s blabbers for the whole time.Thunder gave a short kiss on my cheeks before he sat on Celestine’s side and kissed her baby bump. What a sweet scene that I haven’t experienced during my pregnancy. “Amber, are you the only one who got here? Where’s Ethan?” he asked, shifting glances from Celestines swollen stomach to me.“He’s with Blake,” I replied casually that made his eyes grew in circles.“Did I hear that right?” He tapped Celestine for confirmation which she only answered with a single nod.
Blake’s Point of View Amber had been my life since we’ve met. She was my childhood best friend and my first love. I even proposed to her when we were seven at their wide garden where we usually play. However, a day after, I heard that she and her sister got into accident. That was also the last time that I saw her lovely face. Starting that day, I always get worried, hurt and anxious when I hadn’t saw her for days. I always make a time to peek on their wide metal gate to see if she was already home but years passed by, no Amber-- no Aly, showed up. I became a shit during my freshmen years. Alcohols, cigarettes, gangs and gang wars have been part of my life but never girls. I didn’t cling with women not until my dad let me transfer a school. Few days of my stay was quite boring as I tried to avoid fights for some reasons making some shit of men conclude that I am a fucking gay. Thankfully, I was gifted with masculine body and
I couldn’t explain the extreme gladness that covered me when I saw how happy Ethan was after seeing the sleepy face of Blake. He immediately ran to him and encircled his arms on Blake’s feet. Unable to process the situation, he made a facepalm and blink a few times before he realized that it was all real then he lifted my son and caged him on his arms.“Dude, it’s almost noon and you just woke up? Don’t you have any work to do like my Dada?” Ethan asked. Blake smirked and patted his head. “I have loads of things to do but I prioritized cleaning the place last night because I assumed that my Son will be here soon.” He met Ethan’s eyes. “I didn’t expect it to be an early visit,” he continued with a half-smile.We were visited by an awkward silence for a while before Blake broke it. “Can you please slap me?” he ordered which made our forehead scrunch
It's already late in the evening when I decided to check on my son before I go to bed. Earlier today, when we arrived at the hotel, the three of us talked that no one would tell anything to Barack. We will just let the moment pass and after this, we will forget everything. I mean, I'm not being dishonest to my fiance but I just wanted to be at peace. It's better that he would know nothing about us— Blake, Ethan and I.I reached the cold steel door knob as soon as I found my son's room and twisted it open. What welcomed me was a young man happily playing with his new toys. A smile suddenly made its way to my lips while stepping my foot towards his direction."Still up? Aren't you getting tired for the whole day?" I asked before plopping myself on his bed.He turned his head to meet me. "I love these toys, mom! Dude really is a nice guy because he brought everything that we like! And t