I wasn’t even sure if I was taking the right step or if the therapy I eventually considered would fix anything or make it worse.
I mean, how possible is it for someone to sit quietly across a stranger and one with perfectly carved eyebrows and randomly tell them, “Hi, I accidentally out of lust and youthful exploration, got pregnant by my friend’s long-time boyfriend, and that resulted to ghosting my dreams, and right now, my greatest fear lies on baby strollers and worst of all, microwave popcorn”?
But I was not just trying, I was doing my best.
I am trying so hard to live, not just for myself, but for the tiny human that's growing inside me, and I wouldn't want him to experience hardship right from the womb, but he deserves a better version of me.So I decided to do everything that would give my child the best, so I showed up.
I didn't leave my hair messy; no, I left it in a ponytail. I al
Logan’s POVI didn't check to know what time it was when duty called. All I knew was that it was dark, and I was still trying to catch some sleep before it would be morning, and the struggle of running the company continues.Then I heard someone whisper close to my ears. I thought I was hallucinating because the Leigh I went to bed with was still sleeping peacefully, but no, that wasn't the case, she was awake, wide eyes.“I want baked apples.”I rolled over to face her. “Huh, what?”She was truly awake. And what scared me the most was the fact that she was staring at the ceiling like she could get her answers from there.“I want baked apples,” she repeated. “And make sure to add cinnamon crumble to it, I would love that garnishing alot. But most importantly, ensure it is soft, nothing related to crunchy. It should be shiny, but not too bright. Just the exact one your mom love makin
A Beautiful Night with Her GirlsLeigh’s POVWe lit the bright candles calmly, though with many things in our mind, but without saying much.Not even a playlist was used this time. No need using wine in a disguised form as juice. We left very simple to just a warm space, essential oils with the best fragrance floating through the air, and not forgetting the quiet hum of our own hearts, ready to give it a try again, slowly lowering their defenses for old time sake.Kira was the first person to take her seat, not wasting time to strip off her robe to a shoulder level. Her hair was carefully wrapped up, covering everywhere with no strand of hair showing. Her stomach wasn't prostating as many would think, it was still normal, like nothing was growing in there yet. She looked very tired, and I knew without being told that she was hurting inside, totally broken.Mo came in next, and in one hand was a pink towel, still not saying anything. It
Leigh’s POVIt all started with taking my favorite pasta.That was too harsh to start, considering how much I love pasta.And to think this particular bowl was way different? A whole combination of spaghetti diavola, everything was in extra, including the spices and cheese, then properly extra spice, garnished with betrayal.It hasn't settled properly after the proposal and the drama that followed it. We flew to the villa where we had our time alone which was heaven. Our engagement, though we didn't prepare for all we encountered, still had the most memorable sparkles in it. And Logan, successfully taking after Mo in drama, decided to celebrate, and he termed it, “our magical return to normalcy” and ensured the dinner was outside, at our favorite restaurant, far away from drama.Well, the normal we were celebrating and the drama we were all running away from actually traced us down to the restaurant.I was
Leigh’s POVShe just showed up like a timed bomb without warning.She didn't come with any security as usual.I was even shocked, she didn't attempt pulling any dramatic entrance.It was just her, standing alone by herself at the iron gate of the villa. It was more like a hidden and forgotten memory I didn’t invite, but all the same, I can't still ignore it totally.That was no other but Logan’s mother.Her hair was properly pinned, not like one that suggests she came loaded with trouble. No, she wore the aura of calmness. On her eyes were black sunglasses and a matching silk scarf properly placed around her neck. Her looks could be compared to the final chapter of a woman who in her quest to be seen, had loved fiercely, but still lost quietly, and seeing she couldn't do anything to atone for her mistakes, she devoted a greater part of her life regretting the things she should have said, but didn’t say in
Kira’s POVI wasn’t even sure if I was taking the right step or if the therapy I eventually considered would fix anything or make it worse.I mean, how possible is it for someone to sit quietly across a stranger and one with perfectly carved eyebrows and randomly tell them, “Hi, I accidentally out of lust and youthful exploration, got pregnant by my friend’s long-time boyfriend, and that resulted to ghosting my dreams, and right now, my greatest fear lies on baby strollers and worst of all, microwave popcorn”?But I was not just trying, I was doing my best.I am trying so hard to live, not just for myself, but for the tiny human that's growing inside me, and I wouldn't want him to experience hardship right from the womb, but he deserves a better version of me.So I decided to do everything that would give my child the best, so I showed up.I didn't leave my hair messy; no, I left it in a ponytail. I al
Leigh’s POVWell, Mo did as I said and sent me a voice note immediately after she finished meeting up with Mason. I had instructed her to do so when she told me they would be meeting to talk things over with.When it finally came, it was only eleven words.“I chose me, this time. It felt really good being different.”I smiled, still holding my phone, happy that she was able to meet him and talk. She needed it for her mental health, to remain sane.I whispered to no one but myself.“You deserve to have a peaceful sleep, nothing should deprive you of that girl."She was finally standing strong.But tonight…, I need to forget about everything and relax, I got to feel very soft.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>I realized that the vineyard Logan rented for our evening together was located near a hill side. It was very quiet like a graveyard, wh