Maeve
We eat lunch together. But he didn't tell me that he loves me. He kept quiet and it disappoints me. But I promise him to wait for him until he is ready. Now he's here and we kiss like our first kiss that never ends. I make him eat well. He doesn't eat much whenever I check on the house. Including Taz. But Taz gets fine when I talk to him through call and video call. He still can recognize even through call.
He doesn't eat much so I push him to eat and he did eat. I didn't promise him any sex because, I know if I did, I will just hurt myself. Should I introduce our babies to him? I had gone a lot when I am pregnant to a twin and I survive on birthing and labor, though I lost a lot of blood. But it all worth it.
"Why are you not eating well? I told you to take care of yourself." I scolded him like a child in a low voice.
He looked at me. I hate it when he's so vulnerable. He sipped on his water.
"How can I eat well if I don't have your homemade burger during breakfast or snack.; and I don't have your specialty on lunch and Mexican food during dinner?"
"You choose to be with Alyssa. I choose to live my life."
"Why didn't you tell me what you know?"
"I waited for you to tell me," I said. He took my hand. "Why would I scowl you and get mad at you when you choose to be that way?"
"I'm your husband."
"I'm your wife and I can't push you to love me and do these things or those things."
"I don't blame you for not acting that way. I'm sorry." It always makes me the weak one when he said that. "I just don't know what to do with myself. I don't know why I did that. I try telling myself that I wasn't my father, but I keep doing things as my father did. And then you left me."
"Do you still love her?" I asked him with my eyes on him. He looked at me again.
"I don't."
"She loves you?"
"She said that she did, but I don't want her. I want you."
"I know you want me. But what I need from you is love. I could give you sex and everything. But I'm not ready for another heartbreak. Don't worry, I won't take all of grandma's properties. It was all for you."
"I don't care!" he said almost raising his voice. I intertwine his hand with mine. "I don't care about those." He's saying those sincerely.
"Then, tell me you love me."
"Isn't it obvious about what I felt?"
"What do you feel for me? I can't seek inside your mind or your heart." I felt his thumb under my eye. "I don't want to assume that you love me. I know I wasn't good enough but—"
"Stop saying that! Even on those songs. You are wrong. You are more than enough for me. You are good at everything and I love you. I do love you."
I look away and swallow the lump on my throat. I felt his thumb and his hand wiping my streaming tears. He always wore our wedding ring. He never takes it off.
"Was it hard to say?"
"Yes. But now, no. It wasn't hard at all."
"Dumbass," I mutter and I heard him chuckle.
"I'm sorry."
"I know." I sniffled.
"Can we go back together?" I frown at him.
"There are lots of things that you didn't know."
"Like?"
"Didn't you know that I have a date—" he frowns at me. "I'm just kidding."
"Have you ever with another man?"
"I try flirting back but it never works."
"I'm glad."
"How about you?"
"I try sleeping with different girls, but I never got asleep." I should get mad about it, but I just couldn't. Maybe because I love him too much and I understand him. "I stop being that person four months after you left me." He kisses my hands. "Are you coming back to me?"
"Only if you keep your promise this time. To never break a promise."
"I promise that all of my heart and my mind. If I did break any promises I make, punish me."
I giggle on what he said. I sip on the water and smile at him.
"Can you come with me to my house, stranger?" A playful smile ran across his lips.
"To meet your family?"
"Maybe," I imply something, but I wasn't sure if it will happen. "You have to meet our kids."
"K-kids?" he looked baffled. "What do you mean kids?"
"I plan on skipping pills and fulfill grandma's wish and when I left the Philippines, I just find out that I'm pregnant. It's twins." He didn't respond for a while. I don't know what to say else. "I'm sorry, I don't want you to go to me because you have a responsibility for the kids. I want you to find yourself. I don't want to use my twins just to get you. Besides, you screw women while I'm pregnant and you make me darn worried when you didn't even call me and text me."
"I—" I wash his face with his palm. "What's their name.?"
"Zeke and Zoe."
"Zeke and Zoe." He muttered and hold my hand. "When are we going to go home?" I can't determine what his expression is.
"We will leave at six." We stood and he pays for the bills and we walk hand in hand to the café.
"What do they like?" he asked as we wait for our order.
"Zoe like adorable toys, fluffy and Barbie dolls. Zeke likes action figures. They both love coloring and singing."
"How old are they?"
"One year and eight months."
"They are going to have their birthday, when?" I smiled at how persuasive he is. I told him their birthday will be on December 3. He kept asking questions and whatnots and he takes me back to my office and like didn't want to let me go. "I'm excited." He breathed.
"And nervous?"
"Yes. Do they know?"
"That you are their dad? Yes. They had seen you on our wedding footage and pictures as well."
He squeezes my hand.
"I love you." He said again.
"And I love you. But I have a meeting."
"Can you cook tonight?" he kisses my head.
"I will. What do you want to eat?"
"Anything." I smile at how sweet he is. He kisses my lips and my neck and my lips. "I'm hungry for everything. Plus, it excites me to see the kids."
"I'll send you their pictures. What's your number?"
"You haven't saved it yet?" I frown. "I called you two times or so." I thought for a while. "Sorry, babe, I didn't say anything, I'm just dumb and I don't know what to say to you." I exhale and pull my phone and check my call history and found the unknown caller. I call it. His phone rings and he answer it.
"Hello, stranger. Next time if you call me to say anything and don't play dumb." He laughs.
"Yes, my pixie." I hang up.
"Go now." He kissed my lips again interrupting me. "I have a meeting."
"I'll pick you up at six or earlier."
"Copy that."
He waited for me to get in and I gave him a flying kiss as I get inside the security guard greets me. I went to my floor and my office. Once I get there, I started working. My assistant gave me a knowing smile. I went to the meeting and our snack came before Sam had a chance to call for delivery. But our snack was delivered to us and flowers for me. I was very much pleased with how sweet he became. It is more beautiful than before with different types of flowers. Then a note.
Don't starve yourself, my pixie love. We will have a lot of baby-making.
I frown and close it and slid it to my pocket. Search inside the basket.
I inhale the scent of the flowers that is put beautifully in the basket as the delivery man make me a sign. The food was pizza, soda, burger, chicken, and potato fries. They are excited about it even the writer told me that I was so lucky with my boyfriend. I said clearly that it was my husband. I started searching and found a box.
"So, if he was your husband why aren't you wearing your wedding ring?" The nosy Janice asked. Puffing some air and lean on my swivel chair.
"It is a husband and wife matters." I open the velvet box and my eyes widen. "And I think I found the rings," I mutter and put the rings on that still fit on me.
"Wow!" I frown at them and hid it.
"Let's just go on please."
At five-thirty our meeting has ended, and we all left. Sam talk to me about my husband and whatnots. Telling me if he still got a chance and I apologize to him and tell him that I am married, and I have two kids and I can't leave them. Plus, I love him too much.
I went to my office and started packing. My assistant knocks on my door and smiled.
"Your prince charming has been waiting outside."
"How long?"
"Just five minutes ago." I quickly fix myself and even retouch perfume. I took the flowers that he delivered to me and then my bag and my briefcase that contain papers. I went on the ground floor to the reception and few men greeted him talking to him probably about business. I glance at the reception area and the woman there seemed to be drooling over my husband.