Life at the Shenko's mansion was life. The kind of life I hadn't been given in my lifetime. I wasn't always a homeless street kid or squatter. There had been a time in my life when I had a full family, a roof over my head, food on my table, warm cloths on my skin, laughter in my home, and money in my wallet. But then, from one day to another, in the blink of an eye, everything came crumbling down. I couldn't understand why or how, but things changed drastically for everyone around me. I lost my family, my home, my dreams, my friends, my hopes and aspirations; everything evaporated just like that. I had no idea how hard things were about to get for me.Being in Jared Shenko's house reminded me of all I had forgotten about; like what having a good home cooked meal on the table felt and looked like.Did I say a meal? No!They were like ten different stuff on this table and it was only still breakfast. Mr.

The food tasting thing started pretty great; you know, with the heavenly scent, all the flavours to die for. But eight different dishes later, I felt like I would die if I tried another. Everything looked and smelled great but tasted like shit. My stomach churned as the fowl smell of puke filled the air. I had thrown up so much so that I doubted there was be any liquid left in my body. Jared made sure I drank a lot of water every time I emptied my guts. We'd been at it for almost three hours; I was starving but couldn't eat anything. I was tired and I was exhausted."I'm starting to think this baby hates me," I couldn't control the tears that washed down my face. It was frustrating to not being able to eat anything and still be hungry; plus the nausea which wasn't a very pleasant feeling. I wasn't the only one frustrated. He wouldn't say anything but I could see it in his eyes. He was tired and a little pissed. The veins that stood on his forehead, abou

Weeks had gone by with me trying to lock myself out of the life of Jared Shenko, inside his on house. My feelings for him were growing and as they did, I slowly came to the realisation of what was possible and what was impossible. Jared Shenko was happily married. He loved his wife so much he hurt. Even if I was there, he never failed nor faltered in the way he demonstrated his love for her; they never failed to demonstrate their love for each other. It was not like I was important to him or anything, or I had some issues with their explicit display of affection. I wasn't his ex girlfriend or at least a concubine. I was just his surrogate. Some times, it would hurt; a lot! so I started keeping my distance. I used to think I was done! Finished with feelings and emotions but I still couldn't understand what this man had on me the drove me to the brink of the sanity I already lost.I was four months in now and my bump was still tiny; visi

As I stepped out that room, I felt the world fall on my shoulders and its weight was just too much for me to bare. I felt like I was the center of everything wrong and right at the same time. For years now I have had to struggle with the weight on, hoping one day it'll go away. But it never did. It had only gotten worse; with every related word anyone said; I felt it, every related mistake Jared made; I felt it. I loved him too much to even hate him even just the smallest bit of any faults he made. But that aside, I needed to find one of his mistakes. She was carrying something I couldn't give him, and if warming up to her was all what it took to make him a complete happy man, I was willing to make that sacrifice. I was willing to befriend her, for him. I would give my life for Jared.I ran outside to find Maraïda's figure disappearing towards the garden."Maraïda! Maraïda!" I called as I followed her, "Maraïda wait?"

Jared's POVI can not just say it wasn't a good thing that Sophia and Maraïda had closed up their relationship. It was, but she had drifted away from me. It wasn't like we had ever been close though. I knew she had been avoiding me. I tried giving her that space but it was a little difficult. I always found myself thinking about her. I couldn't help but worry about her mental condition. I hot scared when I caught her lost in thoughts or spacing out. I wanted to know what she was thinking and how she was feeling. I wanted to be the one she'd talk to if ever she felt anything. I wanted to know about everything she experiences during her pregnancy; but she would rather tell Sophia or the maids, than me. I got used to it. I was already giving up, getting used to her always turning away from me. If she would rather eat in her room instead of on the table with me on it, it was pass the point of appeasing her. At least she was talking to others now and that was way better than all th