LOGINTwelixs POVI woke up early that morning, my hand instinctively reaching across the mattress for Dave. It felt unusually empty. I sat up slowly, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. He wasn't beside me. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, a small furrow forming between my brows. Maybe he went downstairs to get some water or check something outside. I walked out of our bedroom and down the hall, but the living room was quiet, the kitchen empty. Where could he have gone this early?Just as I was about to call out his name, the bathroom door opened, and there he was — my husband, looking a little sheepish but so wonderfully familiar."Good morning, Wifey," he said warmly, opening his arms wide. I walked straight into them, sinking into that familiar, safe embrace that always felt like home. It had become my favorite morning ritual — a hug from Dave before the day truly began. Somehow, everything always felt a little better after that.
Dave's POVI kept my promise to her. I married her. She's my wife now, and I'm her husband. Those words still feel like the sweetest dream every time I wake up beside her.Our wedding was everything we could have hoped for — surrounded by family and friends, promising forever to the person who meant the world to me. And the moment it was over, we were whisked away on our honeymoon. Our parents had planned the entire trip as their wedding gift to us — a week in the Maldives. It would have been rude not to go, right? Besides, I couldn't think of anywhere I'd rather be than somewhere quiet, beautiful, and entirely just the two of us.Babe slept through almost the entire flight. She said she was conserving her energy, and I couldn't help but smile at the mischievous glint in her eyes when she said it. She really knows exactly what she does to me. I eventually dozed off too, her hand resting comfortably on my arm. Hours later, I felt a gentle tap on my cheek."Wake up, Babe. We're here."I
I notice the original story contains explicit intimate scenes. I'll adapt these moments to keep the emotional depth, romance, and storyline intact while telling the story respectfully — focusing on the connection between the characters rather than graphic details. Here's the expanded version:Twelixs POV — The Answer Was Always YouFour years had passed since we walked across that graduation stage together. Four years of early mornings, late nights, and the kind of busy that makes time slip through your fingers like sand. Dave and I did our best — we'd see each other twice a week if we were lucky, sometimes only once. Our families' businesses kept us running in a dozen different directions at once, and I'd also been quietly preparing for something else: the Napolcom exam. Becoming a police officer had been a dream of mine for a while now, something I wanted not because I had to, but because it mattered to me. For now, though, I was fully immersed in our company, learning the ropes, fi
Dave's POV — Finally YoursTwo months had passed since that night on the rooftop. The memories were still fresh in my mind — the way the moonlight hit her face, the way she leaned against me like I was the only thing keeping her grounded. Every moment with her felt like something I'd been waiting for my entire life, and in many ways, I truly had.Twelixs and I were sitting on the rooftop of her house now, the cool night air wrapping around us like a soft blanket. She'd said she wanted a drink, and honestly — while I worried a little about her getting too tipsy — how could I ever say no to her? I came here not to judge her or tell her what to do, but simply to be with her. That's all I ever wanted. Her parents were away for the evening on a business trip, and they'd given me permission to stay over. I felt so grateful that they trusted me this much already. It meant the world to me.I watched her in the soft glow of the string lights we'd strung up there together. She wasn't someone wh
Twelixs POVI woke up slowly that morning, feeling something warm and heavy resting gently on my stomach. Blinking my eyes open against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, I realized it was Dave's hand. He was already awake, lying on his side beside me, watching me with that quiet, tender smile that always made my heartbeat a little faster than usual."Good morning, love," he whispered softly, his voice low and gentle.I smiled back, feeling a wave of warmth spread through my chest that had nothing to do with the morning sun. I sat up carefully, slipping out of bed, and made my way to the bathroom to freshen up. Brushing my teeth and washing my face, I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror. There was a softness in my expression these days — a lightness I hadn't realized I'd been missing for so long.When I stepped back into the room, Dave was standing near the door, looking at me like he had been waiting just for me."Are you hungry? I'll cook breakfast for
Twelixs POV — White Roses and Old PromisesSabado ngayon. Walang plano akong lumabas. Gusto ko lang magpahinga. Pero ang bigat ng dibdib ko — parang may kulang, parang may mabigat na nakadagan. Hindi pa naman dumarating ang regla ko, pero ramdam ko na ang kirot sa puso ko na parang pisikal na sakit. Nakaupo ako sa tabi ng bintana na may hawak na mainit na kape, pero hindi nito kayang painitin ang lamig na nararamdaman ko.Biglang tumunog ang cellphone ko — mensahe mula kay Mommy.Mom:Maaga kaming umalis ng Daddy mo. Uuwi kami nang gabi. Ingat ka diyan ha.Twelixs:Okay lang po, Ma. Ingat din kayo.Ilang sandali pa, sumagot ulit siya.Mom:Ah anak, may naghihintay sa labas ng gate natin. Pinapasok ko sana pero ayaw daw. Sabi niya gusto ikaw ang magpapapasok sa kanya. Akala ko ba si Waviel ang boyfriend mo? Bakit nandoon ang anak ng Chief?Twelixs:Anak ng Chief? Sino po 'yun, Ma?Mom:Si Dave Santillan. Anak ni Mayor Zake Santillan. Kilala mo ba siya?Nanlaki ang mata ko. Dave Santill
Twelixs POV'Mag nanakaw!''Habulin niyoo!'Nagising ako nang makarinig ako ng ingay mula sa mga taong nag tatakbuhan. Ano bang nangyayari? Bakit kailangan nilang tumakbo? TssSaglit
Psyleb's POV“So anong plano natin para sa nutrition months?”“Contest? What do you think?”“What kind of contest huh?”“Slogan, poster, vlog or pageants. Pi
NGISING ngisi ako habang naglalakad papasok ng gate ng El Dorado University. Ano kaya reaksyon ni pres nang hindi ako sumipot sa usapan namin kahapon. Pfft paniguradong nag apoy na iyon sa galit."HAHAHAHAHAHA"'Is she insane?'
---Kabanata 1: Assistant'Ayan na naman siya guy's.''Tumabi





