It's Thursday morning. I couldn't sleep at all after he left last night. By 7am when Pao wakes up and barges into my room, I decided to leave my problem aside so I can focus with what I have now; spend quality time with my daughter. We cook breakfast and eat together, change our clothes then off we go to the school.I know I shouldn't run from him but I can't. I can't see the lawyers. I'm not willing to handover the four days I have with my daughter to him. The best case would be for me to get the weekend, but I don't want just that. I want my four days. I want to have bedtime story with her every night, and see her face first thing in the morning. I want those.That's why I hide at a cafe nearby the school. I'm so sleepy from the lack of sleep, at the same time my body hurts from sitting since the morning until it's time to pick up Pao from school, but I can't

👱🏻's POV It's been rough since I saw her last week, on the day she ran after me to ask for a mere five minutes of my time.It was so hard to be heartless with her but I had to do it, I had to make a stand before she bullies me into taking the one day I have with Pao; I had to be heartless for my daughter.That's why I kept a minimal contact when it comes to her. I didn't reply her texts, just keeping it as formal as I could which is to send a few pictures and be done with it. Or to avoid saying anything to her if it's unnecessary.I punch the code of the digital lock while hearing her laughter. My heart drums to the sound that I miss so much I had to stop for a while to take a deep breath before stepping into the apartment.

I don't know where did I get that sort of bravery (or cowardice, it depends on how you see it but I'm choosing bravery) when I walked away from him, feeling like a warrior, like a modern Mulan, escaping him and his expensive car with the built in driver, because no means no.But yes, I do want to be his breakfast. Or lunch. Or dinner. Or all of them. My battery operated boyfriends know how much I want to be his meal.I chose no not because I'm challenging him so I'd get to be his meal. I'm saying no simply because I'm tired of being ignored, of being treated as if I'm invisible.It's my day off, I

It was awkward since that picture.I don't know about him but I felt awkward, so I barely talked to him, or be near him. Though I did feel a bit down to compare what I used to look like as displayed in the picture, with my current state.The next day I went to a lingerie store to buy new ones on my attempt to shake off this feeling I've been having since the past few weeks; that I'm like a stuffed turkey during Thanksgiving.There are limited styles and sizes I could squeeze into but I accepted the fact that I was pregnant so I was okay to come home with just two huge paper bags instead of my initial intention to wipe off everything off the rack

"I need to fuck you hard and fast and I'm gonna come in half a second but I promise I'll make it up the next round. Is it okay?"I laugh despite his serious facial expression, knowing he's trying to be honest from now on even to that point but I laugh anyway, because it's too cute. For the fact my legs are wide apart with his head in between them."What if I say no?"He crawls upward then parks both his arms on each of my side, leaning to my lips and steals a kiss. I moan, already wanting my second bliss of happiness after he gave one with his mouth."Is it still a no?"I grin, "No."He leans for another kiss, resting his huge body next to me as I follow along by lying sideway, re