In My Desperate Time

“Frances.”

I call out gently, cannot help myself looking at him in pity.

There is always a saying that men only weep when deeply grieved.

I have never seen Frances being so vulnerable. He is crying now.

“Jane, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”

He sobs as he mutters.

My heart aches to hear the hoarse voice.

It was not his fault in the first place, and I don’t blame him anymore on the matter.

Instead, I blame myself for choosing not to trust him.

“I don’t blame you anymore. It was Whitney’s fault, not yours.”

I gently speak as I run my hand through his hair.

His appearance is distressing.

“No, it’s my fault. I was so careless that I did not even know you were pregnant. Maybe all of these might not have happened if you hadn’t left me.”

His words are full of guilt.

However, there are not many things you could regret in life. I was the one who decided to leave him at that point.

It was also my decision not to tell him about the child.

was me trying to have things my way,

been in pain for so long because of my child. I don’t want

Let’s say nothing about

to him softly and grab his

looks up after a long period of

are red. It is not part of my

up and approaches me,

a little suffocated by the tight hug, but my heart

love Frances. I am sure of

that the misunderstanding has cleared, I don’t want to leave his side again. I don’t mind

after hugging me for some time. His icy cold

so tender and gentle that it

tightly and respond

to his kiss for the first

time

dense and soft kisses land on every

burn

heart and soul

by his gentle touch, unable

presses on my body,

Don’t continue if you

anxiously ask him, thinking

that I can,” Frances

body is tense, his huge dick throbs from the outside for a while, surprisingly not being able to get in

outside brings shudders throughout my

can’t get

says softly in a deep hoarse