06-16-2017, 03:07 AM
(No. It's alright for me?)
I tried reaching out to him when he stepped back in shock. I saw how the concern on his face turned into anger.
I flinched at every anger-fueled words he said. I only remained silent, rubbing my belly. Of course I was hurt when my mate accused me of being a flirt, or how he said that maybe we were not meant to be. I desperately hold back the tears that threatened to fall. I can't let myself look more pathetic to my love.
He left me, but with what he said that he still loves me, I knew he was coming back. He'll forgive me and raise a wonderful family together. That is what I hope.
I woke up without a breakfast prepared. Usually at this time, Andres would have already made me batches of his delicious bread. I realized he hasn't returned. My stomach rumbled in hunger, and I smiled sadly at it caressing a little. "Wait for Daddy, okay. I still have to cook breakfast. But don't blame your Papi. He didn't forget about you." I didn't realize I was crying.
Two days more went by and still my love didn't come home. Emotionally I was a wreck, but tried my best to cheer up for the pups. I forced myself to eat even if what I eat isn't enough. I stopped taking orders for the meantime because many customers complained of poor performance. I was getting depressed and it took a toll on my body.
On the third day I felt sick, my head was spinning, and I kept on vomitting. I can't even get out of bed. "Papi will come back for us. Please don't be too upset." I can't do anything but cry.
The door opened and in came Andres. I don't know if I was hallucinating or what but I was thankful that somewhat he had returned to us. I hugged him not wanting to let go. "Just please, don't leave us again! Please!"
I tried reaching out to him when he stepped back in shock. I saw how the concern on his face turned into anger.
I flinched at every anger-fueled words he said. I only remained silent, rubbing my belly. Of course I was hurt when my mate accused me of being a flirt, or how he said that maybe we were not meant to be. I desperately hold back the tears that threatened to fall. I can't let myself look more pathetic to my love.
He left me, but with what he said that he still loves me, I knew he was coming back. He'll forgive me and raise a wonderful family together. That is what I hope.
I woke up without a breakfast prepared. Usually at this time, Andres would have already made me batches of his delicious bread. I realized he hasn't returned. My stomach rumbled in hunger, and I smiled sadly at it caressing a little. "Wait for Daddy, okay. I still have to cook breakfast. But don't blame your Papi. He didn't forget about you." I didn't realize I was crying.
Two days more went by and still my love didn't come home. Emotionally I was a wreck, but tried my best to cheer up for the pups. I forced myself to eat even if what I eat isn't enough. I stopped taking orders for the meantime because many customers complained of poor performance. I was getting depressed and it took a toll on my body.
On the third day I felt sick, my head was spinning, and I kept on vomitting. I can't even get out of bed. "Papi will come back for us. Please don't be too upset." I can't do anything but cry.
The door opened and in came Andres. I don't know if I was hallucinating or what but I was thankful that somewhat he had returned to us. I hugged him not wanting to let go. "Just please, don't leave us again! Please!"