I woke up the next morning to the smell of pancakes and Michael Buble's voice echoing all over Blake's apartment. I stood up, stretched my pregnant body, and followed the mouthwatering smell to the kitchen.
"Good morning!" Blake cheerfully greeted. Only Blake can pull off a very attractive look only with a plain white shirt under a "Men CAN Cook" apron and a pair of Johnny Walker boxer shorts. "Breakfast?" He asked, pointing to a big pile of pancakes on the counter and interrupting my thoughts. "Yes, please!" I happily accepted, jumping on the chair and grabbing the bottle of syrup greedily.
"Hey! Hey! Leave some for me!" Blake warned, pointing a spatula to me. I playfully replied, "Not a chance!" He laughed and finished the last few pieces of pancakes and sat beside me. He offered me fresh juice as he sipped on his hot coff
I'm not quite sure when Blake got here and how I didn't hear him come in or open the door. I guess I was drowning too much in my own thoughts that I didn't hear him. Or maybe Chelsea set this whole thing up. I gave my best friend an "are you kidding me?" look and she just acted all innocent like she didn't know Blake was behind me.I let out a very deep and heavy sigh. I closed my eyes in frustration. I just can't with the level of drama lately."Oh, hey, Blake! Uhh, I'll give you, guys, some privacy," Chelsea propped up and made her way to my bedroom."Maddy, please," Blake slowly made his way to me. "I'm so sorry." I can feel him hesitating, whether to touch me or not. I'm like a ticking time bomb and the hormones are only adding more fuel to the fire.&n
My Sunday morning was quite the roller coaster ride and thankfully, it ended with a climactic finale—if you know what I mean. Blake was still panting from our makeup rendezvous, while I was reeling from the intensity of it. "That was...different," I fail to describe what just happened. "I know, right? I didn't know we had it in us," he replied with a chuckle of disbelief. He stretched his arm and directed me to come closer to him. "You know what, come to think of it, I now understand how we ended up pregnant," I joked. "Ha! Very fun!" He mustered. "So, Maddy..." Blake's tone shifted. Oh, crap. I'm not ready to handle reality just yet. "Blake, please. Not yet." I stopped him before we ruin the moment. "Fine. I won't put too much pressure on you. Basically, we'll continue what we're doing, just with a child on the way," he summed up. "Exactly!" I answered too quickly. He shot me a betrayed look and so I quickly added, "But! There's a but
My name is Madison Waters.My heart has been broken one too many times. I've given up on love and on relationships since last year. I'm done trying to find "Mr. Right," that's for sure.Right now, I'm lounging on my sweet expensive sofa, sipping on a cold beer as I watch a movie on the TV. I'm waiting for someone to arrive. This person has been with me since I broke my heart last year. We share the same sentiments on love and on relationships.Looking back, I still find it funny that we were both getting wasted at the same bar after breaking up with our partners last year. I could still remember him handing me a glass and telling me, "he's an ass. You were stupid to have fallen for his ass-ness."I just looked
I woke up to a slight tapping of a hand on my face."Maddy? Maddy?"Blake whispered."What?" I groggily answered."I have to go," guilt is written all over his face. I slightly opened my eyes a little more and my brows furrowed Why does he always act this way every time he has to leave me in the morning? This guy can be so sweet sometimes."You always do that," I act as if I'm mad, just to mess with him, pouting my lips. "Come on, don't be like that," he touches the curve of my waist above the cover. I giggled, "I'm kidding. You're so gullible sometimes, you know?""Because you're always mean to me!" He laughed, showing his full white set of teeth. Opening my eyes further, I assessed
I decided to go to Mrs. Garette’s barbeque party, and of course, I brought Chelsea with me.She’s one of my oldest friends. She’s the only that knows about Blake and I’s setup. She strongly believes that what we’re doing is a bad idea. For her, “our relationship” will likely end with us hurting each other, or with Blake and I falling in love.She kept on telling me to watch Justin Timberlake’s movie, "Friends with Benefits," and Anne Hathaway's "Love and Other Drugs," as a reference but I refused to.I don’t want to put any other ideas in my head. I don’t want to confuse myself with things that will only complicate my life, not anymore. I like what I have as of the moment. I like what Blake and I share. It’s simple. I do
Blake can be closed off too, just like me. But he's closer to his emotions than I am. He may not be doing it on purpose, but he does wear his heart on his sleeve.Wanting to know more about his past, I started asking questions."Hey, you never told me how your parents took the whole fiasco." Blake giggled silently, moved his eyes, and focus on his feet, as he recalled his parents' reaction to his fiancee cheating on him.He let out a heavy sigh and started telling the story, "Of course, they were mad. Their reputation, name, and son were disgraced. They loved Bianca like their own. They were as hurt as I was.""Well, you were sleeping with her. Your pain was definitely way deeper than theirs," I failed at making a snarky r
It has been two weeks since Blake’s barbeque party.I don’t know how to explain this but something changed that night. I’m not sure if it’s me, or Blaze.One thing is for a certain, Chelsea and Sheldon have started dating since that weekend.Blake's been at his parents' house since the party. We've been texting, which I find very weird as we don't usually text each other often.Mom's making me do all sorts of things in the house. - BYou're such a momma's boy - MAm not! - BThen why are you still there tho? - MJust admit that
I've been avoiding Blake for a week now.I can't explain why I'm feeling different towards him. I have a theory in mind but I still refuse to entertain such a thought. I can't let my feelings ruin what we have. I can't let feelings ruin me ever again.It's Saturday and I'm currently at a baking class. Blake has texted me five times today about my whereabouts. Not texting him back has been eating my conscience. Maybe he just needs some company after being at his parents' house for two weeks. Memories of him and his ex-girlfriend at that house must have affected him. He was asked to come back that morning after he came rushing to my apartment just because I no longer replied.This will explain his behavior lately. Giving in to my guilt, I finally texted him.I'm