Andrew and Susan had just returned from Fiona’s wedding in Holland. Susan soaked her heavy and tired body in a bubble bath in the jacuzzi as Andrew washed her with lather. Since they had a healthy pregnancy, they made love almost every night after making sure that Sophia was sound asleep. Today, their little flower was equally exhausted by the trip to Holland and slept as soon as she had her shower and dinner respectively.Before, the girl would slip into their room countless times and sleep in between them. Andrew made sure to send her back to her room anytime she fell asleep, so he could make good use of the private moment with his wife. They loved Sophia and always tried to be there for her but also ensured to make time for each other.“The doctor said I’m due,” Susan reminded him. She was too tired to give in tonight and she could feel some light contractions as well. Since her first labor lasted for 48 hours, she decided to wait until the pain became unbearable.“Point of correcti
"Susan, let's break up for now," her boyfriend Xavier said. Susan was stunned, and then she relaxed. It was the first of April. She picked her glass of wine elegantly with her slender fingers and sipped. Xavier had a good sense of humor. "Good one Xavier, playing April fool on me? Please don't joke with something like that next time. It's too scary," she sighed. Being with Xavier for two years, she had grown to love him even though they didn't quite agree on many things but he was understanding. Seemingly, his next words shattered her heart, throwing them into a bin. He pressed his hand onto her free hand on the table, as he looked around the luxury restaurant. The couples around seemed to be in love but he couldn't say the same for himself. "I'm sorry Susan but I'm not joking. I'm in love with someone else and she's pregnant for me." The wine in her hand dropped, and the glass broke. Her cream dress was stained with red wine but it was her heart bleeding. Her left hand underneath h
Andrew stared at her differently and he couldn't say how he felt. Did he have a wrong impression of her? He wanted to save her from the other guy because he was bad news but the lady was demanding something that..."You are kidding right?" He forced a smile. He thought she was different and decent but maybe he was wrong."I would have stayed home," she smiled flirtatiously, his heart leapt. He had eyes on her since she walked into the club. There was something different about her than the girls he previously picked from here. The way she went straight to the bar and ordered red wine meant she was cloaking something."But why? You hardly know me." He was determined to know what was making her give herself freely away. Even whores had their price but Susan was giving her gorgeous body for free. Andrew’s reservation was making her lose her patience."You know what, you ask too many questions. Let me hook up with the first guy," she began walking towards the direction the hot guy went when
'He is joking right?' Susan studied Andrew's facial expression as she went on to infer. 'No, he looks serious.' “Why do you want to stay?” She asked curiously. Andrew didn't know how to explain it to her. It was too early to know exactly what he wanted but for now, he needed a new place after being kicked out of the previous one. "It's not what you think. I'm homeless at the moment and just need a place for a few days till I get a job. It’s a sad thing that no one wants to befriend a poor man." Susan shook her head a little remorsed, the corner of her lips forming a smirk. "What kind of job do you want?" She was hoping that he would mention something in line with marketing, finance or anything in relation to her knowledge, but was thrown off-guard by his answer. "I don't have any qualifications so perhaps, cleaning, washing, ironing and cooking?" Susan’s brows knitted together and he realized that she didn't believe a word he was saying and stopped. He tried to hold her hand but s
"Go to sleep, Miss Stack. The streets have always been my home," Andrew hugged his shivering form and lowered his head. He was bent on living with her, pretending to be cold and appealing to her concience. Susan felt her heart tighten. With a chuckle, she drove into the compound of her apartment. As soon as she stepped out of the car, she hastened out to see him again.Reaching there, she didn't say a word, just wrapping her arms around him to help lift him from the floor. Andrew was shocked. "Don't you think you'll be infested with germs?" He asked with concern, knowing her germaphobe.Susan didn't utter a word, helping him to her room and into the shower. "Clean up. The water is warm," she mumbled, leaving him astonished. He wasn't the only one. For the first time, she didn't think about her disorder but rather acted on impulse, not knowing what to call it.She went to the kitchen and made some chicken soup. When he came out, he was dressed in pyjamas. 'That backpack must have a lot
Susan was awakened by her phone ringing. It was barely an hour since she went to bed. Befuddled, she answered the phone."Hey, will you meet us at the club?" It was Amelia."Club? Why?" Susan went blank."Don't tell me you've forgotten and are you sleeping already? We are supposed to go find him yeah," Amelia reminded her about her proposal to search for Andrew."Oh, that, I did. He's here," Susan chuckled. It was interesting how Amelia was willing to help with it. She had always been quiet concerning most of her relationships."What? How did it happen? Amelia asked, her voice sounding awed."I found him on the street on my way home.""Alright, good night then. We shall have a few drinks and go home," Amelia retorted but there was some kind of relaxation in her voice."Don't get drunk," Susan cautioned."Don't worry. Pete and Jason are here," Amelia assured her."Alright, have fun," Susan said and hung up.After the short conversation, she went back to sleep. The next day was Monday so
In less than an hour, a knock was heard on the door. Two police officers stood at the entrance when Andrew pushed the door open, his face contouring into a frown."You are under arrest for assault," one of the police officers with the name tag Devin said while holding out his badge. Andrew was unaffected."I don't feel like I'm under arrest. Who is pressing the charges?" He asked like an iceberg. Bismark appeared from behind them, a smirk on the corner of his lips. "Oh," Andrew hummed, pressed a number on his phone, spoke a few words, and gave the phone to the police officer. He watched the man's face turn from red to indigo. "Sorry sir, we won't bother you again," Devin said and gave him back his phone. He looked like he received a punch in the face. The call was from his superior. The smirk on Bismark's face disappeared, as he looked confused and upset."Hey, you moron. He assaulted me so why aren't you arresting him?""Do it yourself," Devin calmly said and began walking away with
Susan was sending a report to her direct boss via email when Mrs Smith stepped into her office, taking a seat in front of her. Susan didn't want to hear anymore about the increment but accorded the woman her utmost respect by giving her the listening ear. "Susan, there was a review of all staff in our branch last week and the report from the appraisals we did sent to the head office. I was queried for being biased because the directors from there thought you haven't been treated fairly." The woman paused, taking in her facial expressions but Susan showed none, just listening attentively. She has had great admiration for her immediate boss because he was very respectable. He never hit on any girl in the office, rather taking his job seriously, though a greater portion was always done by Susan but she felt it helped her to improve and never complained. She loved her job. "But Mr Grant is a good man and does his job well." "That's true but measuring by performance, you are doin