Michael. I walked to my office with a bounce in my step due to my happy mood. My weekend with Alexia was more wonderful than imagined and we had a great time exploring the forest. I was sure that nothing could ruin my day. I reached the P.A desk at the front of my office and greeted Bianca. Alexia wasn't in her seat but I was sure that she was already in, seeing that her desk was already occupied with her stuff. "Good morning, sir," Bianca greeted back with a gentle smile. "You seem to be in high spirits." "I am. Where is Alexia?" "She's getting you breakfast. She'll be up soon." I nodded and got into my office before sitting down. I looked at Gabriel's desk and sighed in relief because it was empty. Actually, I wouldn't have minded if he was around today. I was sure that my happy mood would piss him off one way or another and I was more than willing to rub it in. I turned on my computer and went through some emails that Alexia had just forwarded to me this morning. I was starti

  Michael. After Alexia drank two cups of her juice, she quickly dozed off next to me. I smiled as I watched her rest peacefully and she clung to me unconsciously with her arm over my stomach. My head was resting on my arm and despite my thoughts and feelings being all over the place, she was like a ray of light.  A gentle and sweet ray of light that gave me relief and happiness. Despite her trusting nature being cute, that part of her really worried me. A frown soon replaced the small smile on my face when I remembered what Alexia had asked earlier. Could you please talk to your mother? Why should I? Why should I talk to someone who had suddenly disappeared without telling anyone and came back to pretend that everything was normal? Who did that to their own children? Did she ever think of Gabriel and I? Couldn't she have said something before she left? She was my favorite person in the whole

Michael. My car door was opened and I thanked the driver before stepping out of it. Unlike the low temperatures of the past few weeks, today was a pretty warm day. The sun was bright with a few clouds to threaten it's shine and that was somehow a perfect description of my mood. Closing the door, I walked into the building - accepting and returning the greetings around me. I had slept around 2 a.m in the morning but I didn't feel exhausted. After reading every letter and looking at every picture in the box that Mom gave me, I began to do some work. Just as Mom said, that box contained things that she wanted to tell me but couldn't. Most of them talked about how much she missed Gabriel and I or how much she wished that we could forgive her. Short narrations of her day with some pictures to remember them. Some of those letters dated as back as when I was fifteen and I came to realise that my mother was a very lonely woman. Reaching Alexia's desk, I looked up and our eyes met. Her eyes

Alexia. I parked my car in the parking lot and leaned back into my chair with a loud sigh. I felt exhausted for some reason and I tried to compose myself before I went to my workspace. Since last week, I have been feeling sick. No matter how early I slept, I woke up tired and my breasts felt really tender. Despite my periods being three days late, I had abdominal pains every now and then so, I figured that it was because of that. I groaned and looked at the cars in front of me. Maybe I should've stayed home today. But then, I wanted to see Michael and I hoped that I would feel better after a light breakfast, medicine and water. Opening my car door, I got my stuff and made my way into the building. Approaching my station, I noticed that Bianca wasn't on her side of the table and I sat down before putting my things on top of it. I got an apple flavoured candy from my handbag and began to suck on it while I began my work. After an hour or two of staring at my computer screen and typi

  Alexia. "Are you okay?" Luis asked as she handed a mug of hot chocolate to me.  I took it with both hands and blew at the brim lightly. "Yeah. I just have a bit of a headache."  My voice was hoarse and my eyes were puffy and itchy from my lack of sleep and neverending stream of tears. I took a sip of the hot liquid and it settled deep in my belly, it's warmth gradually spreading out. My hand subconsciously rubbed my abdomen. That warmth somewhat reminded me that I had a life growing inside of me. Michael and my child. A tiny being was being created inside me and the thought was thrilling. It was thrilling but I wasn't ignorant enough to not think of the disadvantages. Maybe it was because of my own selfishness or I was just pinning my fears on this innocent life. I didn't want to get rid of the baby but I was terrified to have it. I knew that my statement had shocked everyone and I knew, as muc