Molly:When they said pregnant women were irritable, I didn’t think I would be one of them. It had only been about a week since I found out that I was pregnant, and I already had mood swings. The fact that Farrell had to go to work pissed me more than it did when I wasn’t pregnant. Deep down I wished he would stay home with me, but he had to make the money, and I didn’t want to be selfish.I was sitting in my room, scrolling through my phone when I heard hos car pull up in the compound. Immediately, I got up and walked to the window to check if he had company because I heard the sound of a truck driving in as well. Slightly moving the curtain, I saw Farrell’s car, and a truck then I spotted Courtney’s car. This made me feel a surge of anger run through my veins, and my mind was clouded with various thoughts of breaking her.The inseparable bond she shared with my husband kept me on my toes, and it made me wish I could find a way to break them apart. After a lot of contemplation, I gra

Molly:The news from the doctor left me shaken for a while. It was too much to let in, and I didn't know whether I should let Farrel know yet. Courtney's words rang through my head, and I didn't want to trigger him."It's nothing to worry about. We'll do a regular check up, and if the child is born at seven months then there would be an incubation," the doctor said, and I forced a smile on my face.He said other things that I didn't bother listening to because my mind had wandered far. After that I was giving a list of drugs to get, and then I left.Courtney was still in the mini waiting room, and when I stepped out, she stared at me but I ignored her and made my way to the hallway where Rose was waiting."How was it?" Rose asked, and I shrugged then I walked towards the elevator while she trailed behind, trying to catch up on my pace.I know it wasn't my fault that I had triplets growing in me but it would definitely sound bad to Farrell. He had a lot going on and it would help if I

Farrell:I grabbed Courtney's hand to stop her from rubbing my forehead. What she said seemed like a joke, and I hoped it would be one too. This made me remember what Molly had said about having multiple babies."What the hell are you saying? What do you mean by triplets?" I asked, and she crossed her arms, raising the corner of her eyes."Molly didn't tell you yet?" When she asked, I stood up at once."If this is a joke then it's definitely not funny," I said with my face wrinkled.This was supposed to be a therapeutic moment but all my emotions were negative. I felt as though a heavy stone had been cast on me, and I also felt like ripping my body into shreds. She was definitely trying to test me to see if I would fail."Oh, I get it. You are trying so much to test me, but guess what, I'm not falling for that. I must remain…""I'm not joking," she said with a straight face. "She didn't tell you that she had twins already, and a third child is on the way?" At this point I didn't

Molly:For the months I have lived with Farrell, I must say that what makes me scared the most is his easy anger switch up. One could be trying to have a civilized conversation with him, and he would get angry without cause. To top it off, he used violence to pacify his anger. Being held under his hands after a long time seemed very painful, making me wonder if it was the pregnancy or if I had gotten used to him treating me normally up until now.“I warned you!” He roared, gritting his teeth and clenching his hands more than ever around my neck.With the little energy embodied in me, I slapped his hands to let me go, but he wouldn’t bulge. The fury that his eyes bore was one that I couldn’t forget easily, and it made me wonder if this was what he did to Maria when she was pregnant.“Farrell, please." I whimpered as I began to pale out. He gradually loosened his grip on my neck until he let go of me, but then his hand was still curled up in a fist.The way he looked at me made my hear

Molly:Farrell's words stung deeply last night, and I found it difficult to sleep. I sat up in the living room with my legs crossed to my chest, and my head buried in between them. I wanted to cry, scream, and yell, but I would only disturb myself because the person I was angry at wasn't home.For hours, I sobbed silently waiting for him to come home but he never did. Then I continued to worry about him, until I fell asleep. ******The morning swept by real quick, and I was awoken by the sound of Farrell's car pulling up in the compound. The moment he opened the front door, my eyes opened wide, and remained open as I saw him walk into the house in a zigzag manner.Was he drunk? I asked myself, as I stared at him.He banged the door with a loud thud, and made his way to the living area while I scrutinized him from top to bottom. His hair was disheveled, his shirt wasn't properly buttoned, and his sleeves were rolled.Seeing this made me uneasy, so I stood up from the seat then I walke