It's been a while since I said 'I do' in front of the laptop, dressed in a simple white top that’s always been our favorite, coupled with a blue pair of shorts. I left my face bare and tied my hair in a high ponytail, with a matching white ribbon. He, on the other hand, made an extra effort by appearing in his navy blue suit for the fact we were only staying home- he clearly dressed up for the occasion. On top of the impeccable suit, his hair was styled as if he needed to impress anyone, when we don’t even have a guest, it was merely the clerk who was in charge in our marriage certification. Did I mention he actually wear the full suit instead of just the top half? I was shocked when he made sure his socks match too, instead of the usual grab-anything-that’s-in-front-of-you. Anyway, I still remember how he dragged me away from my work desk on the same evening after he came back from the store a couple hours later. I wanted to see what he brought home from his first grocery trip but

"Why are you here everyday?" I glare at her while putting a finger across my lips, warning her to shut the hell up. "Oh stop it, it's even noisier being in my body than out here. She'll sleep just fine." May keeps on talking with her normal voice, but I'm not having it. This baby needs her precious sleep to grow healthily. "Toffer's gonna be mad if he knows, you know." I roll my eyes at her warning. As if I care, he can go fuck himself. I'm my own person, I will do whatever I want, however I please. If I want to stay at my best friend's house every single day, I will goddamn do it! No permission needed! "Why can't you tell him you love him? Isn't it easier? You'll get your answer, and I'll get my peace." "You can be on your way, I'm here for my god-daughter. Not you." I hug the newborn tighter, smelling her hair. Mhmmmm there's something captivating with their smell, so pure and calming. May gave birth five days ago which means I've been coming here every single day. I even se

"How far along are you?" "Five weeks, maybe. I don't know, I just guess from the date of conception." I haven't gotten my period since I got the shots last year so yeah, that's the only input I have. "How did you find out?" "When I found the plan B pills in my bag, a week after the time I'm supposed to take it." I was so in a rush that day I tucked it in my purse only to find it a week later when I wanted to take out my coins at the grocery store. "And now you're asking me if you can be her nanny for a week?" "Yeah, for a dry run." I figured I'd get a taste of motherhood with her youngest. Perhaps it will make me be more firm with my decision. "By all means, be my guest. I'd love to have an unpaid nanny on top of the two I already paid." She seems to be hesitating over something. It's weird, since May never holds up her tongue. "What is it?" I ask boringly while caressing my goddaughter's hair. "I'm just wondering... after all this dry run. What happens then? What if you thin

Christopher's POV 👦🏼"Daddy?" "Yeah?" "Did Papa make Mama Nina shick?" "Hmmm?" I stop staring at my laptop screen and quickly turn around to find my four year old son looking a little bit upset. "Papa also made Mummy shick like this." Oh? "Why did Papa make Mama Nina shick? Did he love Mama Nina too? That's why he made her shick? Like Mummy?" I'm sorry but I can't help laughing at his logic. "It's not funny, Daddy." He frowns, crossing his hands on his chest, more upset than before. "No he didn't do it." I finally say once I lose all the laughter. "He didn't?" Kai gasps, "But Mama Nina ish shick like Mummy." "I did it." It feels so surreal to admit it. I made your Mama Nina sick. I made her cry, I made her mad, I made her so many things I am upset with myself for doing all those things to her. But I still can't force myself to accept what's happening now. I'm processing. "Why did you do it? Because you love Mama Nina?" I nod, I do love your Mama Nina. "But are you goi

"Where are you going?" He asks the moment he sees me all dressed up on a Monday morning while he’s still in his boxer. "I'm going to the hospital,” I grab my bag while answering him. “Hospital?”“I made an appointment,” I explain briefly, checking the content of my bag if my wallet is in there. "Appointment? What appointment?” He’s truly confused and shocked hearing it, to the point of freaking out, “Why didn't you tell me? What appointment is it? Wait up," he’s already running to his room when he shouts, “I'll be ready in five! Wait for meeeee-”I can’t help but to smile as his voice fades through the wall. Ten minutes later he appears on my bedroom door, now dressed in a pair of jeans and a black jumper."Lessego!" He sure is chirpy for someone who barely slept last night. He stayed up to accompany me by the toilet bowl, rubbed my back as I swore I would never have sex until I tie my tubes- never getting pregnant again! Morning sickness sucks. It isn’t even ‘morning’ sickness. I