Have you ever done something stupid which afterwards when you've recovered from the high, you now feel the cringe every time you remember the bits of it?I wish I didn't sleep with him last night.I wish I thought about it, and said no instead of diving into it. Though I did say no, I was just weak; incapable to decline his charm. I mean, who'd say no to a fine specimen like that, someone who you've been fantasising for a while now.I wore his shirt for a reason, and why would I settle for the shirt if I can have the man himself. Why would I smell the shirt to feel him when I can have him right inside me, filling me to the brim.I've spent the entire day at the office thinking

"Pao, can you tell Papa again what you just told me?"The man who just returned from his morning jog stops drinking his water immediately, eyeing his daughter who's busy making a bead necklace with Mia at the kitchen island."Hmmm? Which part?" She asks, still focusing on her art."The boy part.""Boy?" I knew he'd react this way, "What boy? Why? What happened? And which boy is this? Do I know him? What happened, Pao?""Relax, he didn't do anything." I jump in before he over-reacts further making all of us uncomfortable."Yeah, he just kissed me." The little girl answers nonchalantly to which his Papa raises his voice in shock, "What?!"

"How far along are you?"The fact that this would be the first time he has ever said anything to me since the fight makes me stop drinking my water as I put down the glass on the hard surface in front of me, finally taking the whole view of the man I didn't share the bed with last night. Instead, I cried like a pathetic human being on the couch while talking to my best friends.Well, just two more nights then he can relieve his duty to Kimmie since she's wrapping up her work to be here with me until delivery.As of last night's video call, I'm instructed to engage with my psychologist first thing in the morning because according to her, "This is a cry for help, exactly like five years ago. Call her, set an appointment, talk to her before you become suicidal again

🧑🏼's POV Hugo has moved to Barcelona three months ago so we're officially living in one place since then.Yes, we. Including me, the father of these girls.Iva is seven months old now so she has started eating solid food last month. That means she's sleeping better and longer, also drinking milk lesser making both of us much more relaxed since she's only up during the day and sound asleep the entire night.Which only means..."Where are you going?" I ask her when she comes out of her room dressed in an off-shoulder red dress that hugs her curves perfectly. Her boobs look hella amazing with a deep cleavage showed through the

👱🏻 "We shouldn't do this, Owen." At this rate I'm just gonna agree to anything she says because tomorrow night she'll be here again, asking for another dose of release. We're in a toxic cycle alright, but we're definitely communicating healthily. I listen to her rant about the guilt she has for coming over to my room almost every night, but she can't help it because according to her, her judgement is currently being clouded with hormones. And I do talk to her as well, opening up about my hope that we unite as a couple, for ourselves and also for our daughters. But she asks for time, since she's still in therapy so she could be heavily influenced by the drugs she's taking daily. We function as best friends from day to day, co-parenting our kids in this apartment, though I do plan sometime in the future to convince her about all of us moving back to my place, to where it all began. "Do you want me to stop?" I ask her after she whines a couple more times. She bites her lips as sh