In My Desperate Time

I immediately call the doctors, and thankfully, he is just too tired, nothing serious.

I ask Frances how he deal with those two people. He doesn’t want to tell me, as he says that the situation is not appropriate for me to know.

Since he has said so, I stop asking.

I believe he can handle this matter well and definitely give our child an answer.

“Thank you for everything you’d done. But what should I do about Lawrence? There is no way for me to forgive or to let go,” I whispered.

My child is the pain of my life.

Even if the person that hurt my child were Frances, I would have hated him so much that I would have wanted him to die. And now that this person has turned out to be Whitney, I cannot let her go this easily.

“You don’t have to worry, I’m here for everything. It is our child, and I won’t let anyone hurt her get away with it.”

Frances holds my hand and says in a deep voice.

My heart, suddenly, settles down.

After putting aside all those misunderstandings, I realize that Frances has been very good to me all along.

At the time, I was blinded by hatred, and it made me hate him to my core.

“Okay.”

replied to

his stares, becoming a little

me,

held by him, followed by a

wounded,

nudge him, and

how I recuperate from

mumbled and kissed

lips are full

and

I see the look of his eye, and he is getting turned

push him away and pin him down to the bed, “Get some rest!” I speak

say anything, looking at me while

hot cheeks feel like they

turn around and leave the

is still beating

hospital soon after, as he is given imported

arrive at Frances’ house, he takes me straight upstairs and carries

what are

I pout.