I've read too many immature stories that I know the outcome of it doesn't suit my taste. I mean, how stupid can you be to stand a guy your entire life just because of an unwanted pregnancy. But again, it comes back to your core principle- either you believe in abortion or creating life. I'm a Christian, who devotes herself to the teaching that life is precious. So I'm contradicting myself, on one side I do agree that life is precious; I don't have the right to take it away from this world. But on another, life is too precious for me to toy around with my life drama and an ex husband who doesn't want it. "Wanna fuck?" He asks casually when I'm sitting alone on the couch watching tv. It looks like I'm watching Nëtflix but truthfully, I've been racking my brain on how to deal with this. And yes, we still have sex despite the divorce that happened a few weeks ago. Though at the moment we're just roommates with benefits. Bestie with benefits. Exes with benefits. Whichever you prefer.
"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 👦🏼I made her cry. I made my wife cry. I made the love of my life cry when all I wanted to do five minutes ago was to make her cry in pleasure. But now she's crying from a heart ache, that is caused by me. "I love you that way too Nina," I murmur in soft voice but she is still sobbing, shaking her head a few times, refusing to accept it. "You don't want to tell anyone about us, you don't want to have babies with me, not even a cat, I'm just your bed warmer." "You're not my bed warmer," I caress her back, "You're my cock warmer, Sweetheart." She instantly pushes me but I hug her tighter, "You're an ass, Toff." "I am, but that's why you love me so much, right?" She cries a little bit more then I bring her to my room so we can cuddle and perhaps kiss her sadness away. *** "Do you remember the day I asked you to sign the divorce papers?" She asks when she has calmed down after a good meal and a good fuck. See, that's all she needs to get better. Not a cat or
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
I thought I heard Mom's voice but I remain in the same position, too tired to do anything. This morning sickness will kill me even before the baby's out."NINAAAAAAA!" Shit! That's really Mom! I'm not hearing things! "NINA! Get your ass here NOW!" And when I hear the second scream I scurry out of the room, "Mom?" I walk to the kitchen and there she is, looking so mad with a nervous Toffer next to her. Did he tell her about me? Is that why she's so mad? "Why didn't you tell me!" Mom runs to me and hugs me so tight I can't breath, "Why did you suffer alone? You should've told me the moment it happened!" She finally lets me go then cups my face, "Are you okay, baby?" I nod eventhough very much confused with what's happening. Why is she here? She didn't tell me she's coming. Or she did but I forgot about it? Either way, why is she here? What does she mean about suffering alone?"How long has it been? Are you sure you're okay? You don't look okay. Did you even sleep? Eat? How long ha
"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
It was a small event. A small, intimate wedding that was attended by my family and his, our close friends, and Lauren's little family. It was small but it filled my heart to the brim, with the abundant of love I received from all of them. We're lucky to have a crowd that love us that much. I might not have a father but I'm content with this much love. We wanted to have the wedding when the whole Corona thing ends, at least with a vaccine being given to all, but my grandparents were not having it. They didn't care if they die as long as we don't live in sins anymore. ...pretty sure they're going to shun me out if they know I've been screwing around beforeee I got married. At one point I was mad that Grandma is being such a hypocrite; I'm sure she screwed more guys than I did before she got married to Grandpa. But I got schooled when she preached 'the past is the past, I'm paying with my present now to devote to Him.'"Do you even hear what I said?" He groans inwardly."Hm? What? Wha
I am not sabotaging myself, I'm just done with dating. I can't do it anymore. I’m so sick of first date I feel like I'm watching the same movie for four years straight. That's why I've decided to take a break. Or call it quit, whichever makes you feel better because I don't care anymore, I'm out of this dating cycle. Out. Over. Forever.Okay maybe that's a little dramatic. Maybe not forever but probably for a long time. "Sure, find yourself, love yourself, focus on your own happiness, I'm totally like one hundred percent with you on this. You don't have to rush, you got time Honey." She always get me, supporting me in whatever I do doesn’t matter what other people think. She’s my rock, she’s my world, I’m glad she’s my mother but at the same time also a best friend. I’m so lucky everyone around me supports my decision instead of pestering me with when-are-you-gonna-get-married-you-are-already-30-this-year. Maybe I’m unlucky with my love life but I'm definitely fortunate to be in