Cindy’s Point of View“What are y-you saying?” I asked him.What? Tara is pregnant and Peter is the father? How can it be? Is he really testing my patience with her? If that's what he wants then I will make sure that her child can’t see this fucking world. That child deserves to die and Tara deserves to die! I calm myself down looking at her. You fucking deserve to die, Tara! You shouldn’t be here! I have done enough with you. I can't stand with you anymore. You got Peter's heart and right now? You let yourself be impregnated by him? What kind of friend are you to do that to me? You already know that I love Peter so much yet you still you still give another reason for Peter to stay with you?I looked at Peter and his dark eyes reached into my soul. He didn’t move nor talk but his expression says he is not pleased with everything that is happening right now. I looked at Lester again. I know him by his name and clearly because he is the most aloof in the band.“Peter is the father of m

Peter’s Point of View“Are you sure this is enough? Should I put carpet all over this room? You know, she might slip accidentally and---”“You are becoming a paranoid, man. She is not clumsy and minds you, she didn’t even agree to the setup you are plotting yet. You didn't ask her to stay with you and yet, you are already doing this. She would be furious if she hears that you moved everything of her belongings to your place,” he said. He sat on the bed and I immediately pulled him.“Don’t you dare stain our bed with your sweats! Stand on the corner if you want to rest,” I told him. He chuckled but his face didn’t even smile. What a fucking asshole. “I will be leaving now. Jane requested me to bring her out today. I am going to go. Take care of her you fucking moron,” he said before he went out of the room and closed the door with a force that made me almost jump off at my spot. Fucking asshole.I looked at the place and saw the slight satisfaction from the view. Everything is settled

Tara's Point of ViewI looked at my little angel. A beat skips my heart as he smiles at me. He always touches my heart. His smile makes me smile. His tiny touches touch my soul. I would love to stare at him all day."Why do you have to be this handsome, my baby?" I asked him and he just giggled at me.I gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Terrence is the name of our baby boy. He loves to giggle everyday. He got his dad's killer smile. I wonder if he would end up being like his father. Roaming all day and night with different girls by his side. If ever that would happen, then that would be my cause of death.Terrence is still 8 months old yet his built looks matured than normal 8 months old baby. He got his features from his dad and the build of his body. I don't know what he got from me. Each day passes by, I can see Peter's features on him more.It has been a year when Peter take over to their company. He is busy most of the time but he always make sure that he get to spend time with u