I noticed something different about Antonio ever since Samantha started coming over. He still kept a distance between them; he didn't talk to her or anything, but there was a change. Antonio was starting to tolerate her. He'd occasionally smile when she's holding Diego, or when she attempts to do something for the little boy. Of course, I was happy that his plans for Diego and his mother were working out, but still, something about the whole thing didn't sit well with me. Samantha smiled too much, she did too much, and I'd know because I was paying too much attention to her. I hated it, but I couldn't help it. It scared me, my thoughts, telling me that Samantha would take everything from me if I so much as blink.  I sighed, pushing myself backward on my sit, taking a breath as the sit rolled back. The day was almost done and I could barely get any work done with the past few weeks popping up in my head; with Samant

I looked up at the sky from the mat I had laid out for Diego and I; Diego was sleeping, cuddled up on my body. The weather had been great this afternoon, I guess that should've told me that the rain was going to fall later.The clouds were dark and heavy; the weather was changing fast, and soon, it became windy; the indication that it was going to rain hard. I hurriedly carried Diego into the house, while the maid packed up the mats and books I had taken out with me.  I looked around the kitchen and living room, even Diego's room, but Samantha wasn't any where. She had come today for her weekly visit, and while Diego and I were in the small garden at the back of the house, Samantha was sitting by the back door, at least that's the last place I saw her sitting before she disappeared. My eyes widened at the realization that she might be in the room Antonio and I share; I ran there immediat

"I don't know if I told you, but Frank asked me to marry him," Anabeth flashed her big rock in our faces, mine and Dan's."It's this Saturday, and you're both invited," she added with a little smile. It wasn't the normal smile Anabeth usually had on, the one that showed she was as much as a bitch as everyone thought she was, no, this smile was of someone who is genuinely happy, and for the first time in my life, I was happy for her. "Aren't you supposed to hand us wedding invites when you say something like that?" Dan questioned, cocking his head to the side. He was trying to mock her. "No need for invites, just let us know where, we'll be there," I smiled at her. Anabeth flashed me a grateful smile, scowling a little at Dan, the. She walked out of the office. "You don't have to be horrible when she's not being horrible you know? You look like a bully," I passed Dan a look which he laughed in response.&nbs

Samantha didn't leave the next morning, or the next, or the next, and it had been three weeks since that night. Of course I had tired to get her to leave, but she'd always use Diego as her reason to stay. I didn't buy it until Diego came to Antonio and I saying he wanted Samantha to stay. I didn't believe that Diego really wanted her to stay, so I tired to get him to tell me if Samantha did anything, but he said he was learning to be forgiving so he wanted her to stay. I was shocked to say the least, but his decision made Antonio really happy. I woke up later than usual, which was unusual seeing as my body had a wake up time, which was 6am. For some reason, everything seemed slow and dull, and I felt dizzy and tired even though I just woke up, and it had been like that for the past week. I searched the room, but I couldn't find Antonio anywhere, which could only mean he left for work early. I strolled lazily down the stairs to make breakfast

"Who's pregnant?" The deep voice asked from behind me. I felt like cold water was poured on my body. I couldn't bring myself to turn to him or to answer his question. He had heard Samantha, he had heard the one thing I wanted to tell him, but from his question I couldn't tell if he was angry or happy; there were no emotions in his words.    "Sewa?" Fuck, he called me Sewa. I had an idea that he didn't want the news to be true, but I didn't want to turn to him and confirm my thoughts. I didn't want to turn around and see him scowling or breathing fast with his eyebrows furrowed in anger. Seeing him like that would break me, but I had to face it, face him. I let my eyes climb up Samantha's face to see her smirking. "I'll give you guys some space," Samantha won. She got me and she got me hard.    I didn't want to think about her words, but ma