Tres Meses Novels & Stories

"Lena, Cristiano is really good to you. He delivered coffee every day like clockwork. We don't get that kind of service." I flushed and tried to explain, "He's my senior…" "A senior?" one of them said with a playful grin. "I've never seen him be this attentive to any junior." Just then, Cristiano walked in and overheard the comment, but he didn't deny it. "It's fate that we ran into each other again after all these years." He looked at me, as if he were holding something back. Days slipped by, and my belly gradually grew. By the seventh month, I had to stop going to the lab and worked from home instead.

My breath caught for a split second, and I argued, "I'm not jealous! I'm seriously in pain. Can you please just come over?" Yet, the only response I received was Cecilia's voice. "Get your ass over here, darling! I can't reach my back in the shower. Help me out." Wade's footsteps sounded, and the sound of running water gradually became clearer. I nearly broke down. Clutching my chest to keep myself from being consumed by the pain, I demanded, "Are you seriously going to help her bathe? What do you take me for, Wade?" Wade's tone was calm, yet laced with annoyance. "It's all just an act. Quit being jealous, okay? Three days out of the three months are already behind us. It'll all be over in 8

"A fortune-teller came over today and said sometime in March next year would be a good time for a wedding. What do you think?" Yasmin did some mental calculations and figured three months should be enough time. Nodding, she replied, "Sure."

Finally, Ilyas said quietly, “We're making this obvious.” Nate looked at him. “Making what obvious?” Ilyas didn't answer. He simply started walking. Nate followed. That night, Eliana sat on her bed with her phone in her hand. Marcus had messaged her. Marcus: So, did you decide? She stared at the screen. Then another notification appeared. Ilyas: Goodnight. A few seconds later: Nate: Don't stay up too late. Eliana smiled. Three messages. Three different feelings.

Monica said she can't irritate pregnant women, they are an angry danger, at this time I couldn't stand it and started laughing the way she talked to her dad, - A is small, now it will be two small little brave hems and picked her up, but she is smarter and said, - The father in 3 days will be 3 small to send you, and I laughed again because she said 3 days and not 3 months -My love and 3 months - Saw father and 3 mesis, 3 - I couldn't take the way she talked to her father, - And the truth will be 3 small, or better 3 minis kris, can I take it,

Me three. ***

We were too tired for anything but lying on the couch together. "I cannot believe it is over," I said. "It is not over. It is just beginning." "You sound like a graduation speech." "I have been practicing." I laughed. The necklace caught the light. The tiny bench glinted gold. "Thank you for this," I said, touching it. "You are welcome. It took me three months to find someone who could make it." "Three months?" "I wanted it to be perfect." "It is." We lay in the quiet. The fan turned overhead. The street was dark outside.