The dinner was fun. When I spend time with Brandon and Marlene, whenever I’m with them, I sometimes forget my sorrows and just enjoy the present moment. Their infectious laughter and genuine camaraderie always uplift my spirits, creating a joyful atmosphere that is hard to replicate elsewhere. The ease and bond that I feel around them is very hard to describe, but the moment they appeared in my life, there was not a single time that they made me feel lonely or sad. Their presence brings so much joy and laughter into my life. It's incredible how they effortlessly create a positive atmosphere, making every moment together unforgettable. But today, when Marlene made Brandon the father of my child for a second, it seemed funny, but that is something I don’t think that I can accept. I don’t want anyone else but Jared to be the father of my baby. Marlene's unexpected announcement left me feeling conflicted and unsure about the future. While I appreciate her humor, the thought of anyone othe
"Are you okay?" he asked. Our gazes met, and I moved my head from left to right, pointing my finger at the crimson spot on my bed. His eyes followed the direction of my finger, widening in shock as he took in the sight of the crimson stain. Brandon runs his hand over his head as he grabs both my cheeks in between his hands, staring into my eyes. "Jane, calm down and tell me, how do you feel?" Brandon asked. Words don’t seem to form out of my mouth as my voice starts to choke from my cries. Tears stream down my face as I struggle to regain control of my emotions. The weight of the situation becomes overwhelming, making it difficult to articulate my feelings. "Calm down and breathe," he responded, making me sit on the bed. He gently places his hand on my back, offering me comfort and support. Taking a deep breath, I try to steady myself and find the words to express the turmoil within me. "Look at me and follow my lead; breathe in, breathe out, breathe out." I focus on his soothing v
"Jane." I heard someone calling my name, distracting me from my thoughts as I felt a hand over my shoulder. I glanced up to see the origin of the voice and found myself locking eyes with Brandon. "What are you doing standing up here? Brandon questioned, concern evident in his voice. "You seemed lost in your own world." I mustered a smile and replied, "I just needed some fresh air and a moment to clear my head." . "Where are the kids?" I stated, redirecting his attention to somewhere else. "They went to play in Liam's room. Didn't you notice?" Brandon said, raising an eyebrow. "Is everything okay? You seem a bit off today." "What were you thinking standing up here for so long? Brandon asked, his worry growing. "Nothing; I was just lost in thought," I admitted, avoiding eye contact. "Well, there must be something in your mind that kept you so occupied that you didn't notice Liam entering the room," he said as he raised his left eyebrow in question. I shifted uncomfortably in my
The sun goes down as the moon takes its place. Stars scattered in the sky cover it as it twinkles like a diamond in the sky. The night comes alive with a symphony of crickets and the soft rustling of leaves. The gentle breeze carries a sense of tranquility, inviting us to gaze up at the celestial beauty above. Lying on the bed, looking at the sky by the window, and watching as the stars twinkle and shine, the view is always fascinating to the young minds of the children, as they continuously stare at it silently. Their imaginations soar as they wonder about the vastness of the universe and the possibility of other worlds beyond our own. The night sky becomes a canvas for their dreams and aspirations, inspiring them to reach for the stars in their own lives. "Mama," Liam calls, watching the sky with fascination. "Why can we only see stars at night and not in the morning? With Liam’s age, his curiosity is growing too, and his mind is full of questions, always looking at me to answer hi
Where the hell is Brandon? It's ten in the morning, and he is nowhere to be found. I want to shout the words in frustration, but I can’t, at least not in front of the kids. I glanced at my watch again, growing increasingly impatient. Brandon's absence is causing me to worry, as he's never been this late before. I quickly brainstorm possible reasons for his delay, hoping that he's simply caught in traffic or facing a minor inconvenience. I can’t remember how many times I have tried calling, but he hasn’t replied once. As I anxiously tap my foot, I consider the possibility that his phone might be dead or that he accidentally left it at home. The knot in my stomach tightens as I wonder if something more serious could be preventing him from answering. I tried one more time just in case he picked up, but groaned in frustration when he ignored the call. I decided to send him a text message instead, hoping that he'd at least respond to that. As I type out my concern and hit send, a sinking
“Good morning, Jane. I heard someone greeting me the moment I stepped out of the house. “Good morning, Mrs. Samuel,” I replied with a smile on my face. She is one of my neighbors, whose house is right next to mine. “So... how are you?” “I’m fine,” I said with a smile. “I made some cookies. Why don't you come later and have some for Liam? She said brightly. “I would love to,” I replied, making my way towards Brandon’s house. Mr. and Mrs. Samuel are such a lovely couple in their eighties. Their story is filled with many ups and downs, but yet they are happy together. Looking at them made me think of Jared. He was everything—my boyfriend, my love, my first kiss, my prom partner, everything. In every step of my life, he was there for me, supporting me and standing by my side. We also have our ups and downs, but in the end, we lost our love in the battle of life. And he is nowhere but in my memories. I sighed, shaking my head. I can't change the past, and thoughts of happily ever af
Brandon spent the entire day sleeping. At lunchtime, I went to ask him for lunch, but he was fast asleep, so I left him alone, not disturbing his sleep. Later in the afternoon, I decided to check on Brandon again, hoping he would be awake by then. However, to my surprise, he was still sound asleep, completely oblivious to the passing time. It was almost dinnertime, and I was preparing some food when I heard a knock on the front door. I opened the door, coming face-to-face with Brandon standing in the doorway. His eyes focused down on the ground as he brushed his hand over his hair. I could see that he looked a bit disheveled and tired as if he had just woken up. "Jane," he said softly, his voice filled with remorse. I move aside from the door, giving him space to enter the house. "Come in." As Brandon stepped inside, I noticed a hint of sadness in his eyes. He seemed hesitant, as if unsure of what to say next. Curiosity gnawed at me, but I held back from bombarding him with questio
"Who is she? And what power does she possess to separate you from her?" I inquired, eager to understand the situation fully. Brandon glanced at me, running his hand over his hair before he sighed heavily. “Marian is my ex-wife.” Brandon’s married, and I’m hearing about it now. After five years, great. I couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and frustration at the revelation. It was disheartening to learn about Brandon's marital status after such a long time of being friends. “You are married, and you’re telling me now,” I said, my voice tinged with disappointment. "Why didn't you mention this before?" I couldn't help but wonder why Brandon had kept his marital status a secret for so long. “Was,” Brandon corrected with a stern face. I couldn't help but notice a shift in Brandon's demeanor as he corrected me. His stern face hinted at a deeper story behind his past marital status, leaving me even more curious about the reasons for his secrecy. “Was…, but not once in the last five y