Tres Meses Novels & Stories

"Dammit, you would think I might start getting over this…It's been three bloody years already!" I pat Michelle's hand because I know this is as much as I can do to comfort her. Her pain is still so raw that I think she plays the field to try and forget, and I feel bad that I have brought this up for her. She takes a steadying breath and plasters on a fake smile. "So what are we going to do to make you forget about Mr Tall, Dark and Handsome Bossman?" Michelle jokes with a weak laugh.

He explained. "When can I apply for that? " I enquired. "You can do it once you have completed three months" He stated. "It's just been 47 days now" I said. "49" He corrected. I quickly calculated and he was right. "Yes yes, but... " I paused because I did not know how to say him this. "But......?" "I don't want to go there, I do not like that person being around me it's very awkward, plus I’m little tiny tiny scared as well" I said, and his expression suddenly turned into anger.

I said, my voice quieter now, “that we’ve been gone for three months?” “Yes, Alpha.” Marcus ran a hand through his hair. “That’s not possible,” he muttered. But deep down— Something about this felt terrifyingly real.

The moment her words registered, his fingers froze mid-motion. "You’re... pregnant?" he asked, his voice low, uncertain. Teresa looked at him as if he’d asked whether she liked salt on her eggs. “Yeah. I mean... it’s been almost three months.” She shrugged. “The pain happens when I don’t eat or I get too stressed.” Three months. That number made my stomach turn. I didn’t need to do the math. I didn’t want to. I felt Matteo behind me—felt his stillness first, then the tension. He hadn’t said a word. Neither had I. Because how could I?

So I’ll just go with Ace. Grabbing my phone, I look at a picture of all three of them. I’m coming guys, coming to make everything right.

I would have come home to pack my clothes even if I was going away for a trip, but I never once came home during this period. All of my things were at home, but I was gone. The neighbor left. Lori quickly took out her phone to call my best friend. "Hello, have you seen Chad recently?" My friend sounded puzzled on the other end of the call. "I was about to ask you the same question. It's been more than three months since I last saw him. Where did he go?" Lori was unable to answer my friend. Her fingers clenched the phone tightly, betraying her anxiousness.

I could almost feel the flutter of movement—or probably my imagination since the baby’s too young yet—but either way, it made my chest tighten with both affection and fear. “Mommy’s sorry, okay?” I whispered. “You and I, as well as your auntie Amara, will have a feast at home.” —--- I opened the door to our apartment, only to be greeted by Amara’s panicked and frustrated expression. Her eyebrows were knitted and irritation was visible throughout her face as she looked at the paper she’s currently holding. “What’s up with that expression?” I said, raising an eyebrow. “That landlord again! She raised the rent!” Amara hissed, slamming the paper onto the kitchen counter. “This is the fourth time

A family of three. The photos were arranged neatly in chronological order, from maternity shoots to his one-month celebration, all the way to Cody’s second birthday. As the so-called mother who had raised him for three years, I didn’t have a single proper photo with him. My entire body trembled as I stared at Dorian. "Three years ago, in the delivery room… The child I gave birth to… Where is that baby?" Dorian didn’t dare meet my eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice came out dry.

“Or maybe he just wanted to give you a graceful way to hand it to someone who actually wants it.” “That's not what this is,” I say. But I don't actually know that. That's the terrible part. “Thirty days,” Vera says, standing, smoothing her skirt. “I'll start clearing my calendar for the transition. No hard feelings, Sera.” There are hard feelings. There have always been hard feelings. I don't say so. I just watch her go, heels clicking against the hardwood, and think, distantly, that I have never wanted to win something as badly as I want to win this.

His eyes narrowed at my sudden question. "You know? Hahaha! I think I've only been here for three months? Remember... The deal—We had?” I saw the rise of his adam's apple that he probably remembered. "Only three months, Spen..." I said sadly that I would be really sad. Because we are going to separate.