"You're not coming?" Lydia asks again to check if she's hearing me correctly, "You're sure you're not coming? You're sureee?" I sigh heavily before shaking my head, "I'm not coming, Lyd.”Not because I don't want to but because I don't have enough money to pay for the ticket. I mean, I do have some but I need to save it for the future, in case of emergency. Ever since I live with Augustine, I've been stealing food from his fully-stocked pantry and fridge for meals, and only use my money for commute and school projects. So to spend it on unnecessary stuff like this prom, seems like a waste for me. I admit I was excited back then because I thought I'd use the money I saved from my summer job to pay for the ticket. But my fund has dried to a warning level. That's why I choose to forget about the prom. I can do so many things with this 90 bucks rather than spending it on a ticket. “But we've been talking about it since we knew about it!" Yeah, we even planned to wear matching colour

[ Carrie: EvieCarrie: Im buying the ticket for uCarrie: I dont care u're comin or not, im buyinggggg for u bitch! Lydia: And im gonna match us all anyway! Lydia: We're gonna drag u outta that damn castle, Rapunzel! Carrie: Yeah!!! Carrie: Even if u've cut ur hair! Lydia: We'll kill the witch if we have to! Carrie: Augustine's a guy, idiotCarrie: A wizard, not a WITCH! Fuckin take the English test AGAIN u bloody moronLydia: Oh shattap! Lydia: I dont screw my English tutor like u to get ✨extra✨ lessons ]I was taking the chicken out of the oven, placing the hot tray on the kitchen top only to realise her phone is right next to it. Afraid if the heat will damage her phone, I immediately reach for it to be put away. Only to read my name being mentioned in one of the messages so I ‘accidentally’ unlock her phone and read the whole thing. Though I still don't understand what ticket are they talking about, that they have to buy it for Eve. And I wonder, why won't she go to this

Jordan is my most trusted bodyguard who's been working for me since a decade ago. I've assigned him to follow Eve since the day we got married and those six weeks when Eve and I were living in two different places, he would come and update me on a daily basis. He’s been quiet since Eve lives with me; I told him to see me only if there's any alarming issues regarding her safety. Until last Friday when he requested to see me so I quickly clear up my schedule, so worried if it has anything to do with the mother of my babies.Only to be lectured for more than ten minutes about how dangerous it is for Eve to climb the stairs whenever she takes the subway, or how tired she looked when she has to walk so far to change from one train line to another, or to stand in a long line waiting patiently for the train to arrive while looking all pregnant and heavy. Don't even mention how red he looked when he described on certain days Eve had to brave through the rush hour either in the mornings or F

"I swear if one more person ask me when am I gonna give birth I will fucking tell her tomorrow! TOMORROW! I'm done explaining the whole thing!" She plumps her ass on the couch as she huffs and puffs. Every time we go out, people (especially older ladies) would stop her and bless her for a smooth delivery, which would direct to the infamous question 'when are you due'.They'd be surprised to know that she's only six months pregnant with such huge belly so she had to explain she's actually carrying twins, which would lead to more questions like 'oh which side of the family has twins?', 'Is this your first twins?', 'Does your husband have twins too?', 'Do you have a twin yourself?', 'What did you do to get twins?', 'Is there a specific diet to get twins?'.At first I was irritated too but nowadays I somewhat enjoy the show knowing she'd be this pissed once we're home. "Not funny Austin!" She shouts to herself perhaps feeling a kick from her left. She asked the doctor about their posit

This has got to be the most nerve wrecking moment I've ever had in my entire 33 years life. The babies are due mid of October but when we came in today for our 34th week check-up, Dr Fisher decided to perform an emergency c-section due to the leaking of the amniotic fluid from our daughter's sac. Baby boy was doing fine and growing healthily but we're worried about our baby girl. That's how a few hours later we're in this operation theatre, ready to welcome our bundle of joy earlier than expected. Though Dr Fisher and the paediatrician assured that everything would be okay since they're big enough to be delivered. "Everything's gonna be fine," she tells me as I sit next to her, waiting for the doctors to arrive. She looked scared but she's the one who's trying to assure me so I take her hand and nod. An hour later we have our baby boy in our arms and a few minutes afterwards, we see our baby girl but she is brought straight away to NICU after delivery.I never knew my heart can e