I think my hell days came. There was a problem from one of our projects in America so we had to go immediately with my team. I want to go home but we are chasing a flight so I just texted everything. I remember again that I would admit to her that I love her because I feel that she thinks differently from what I do to her. That's why I also said that we will talk when I get home.
　　We were in America for a few days and that's how I tweaked myself when I read that uncle was gone. I hurriedly flied back. I am very sorry to auntie and my wife when I arrived but seems like my wife was preoccupied with something. I understand it, she's mourning her father that's why I gave her space. I accepted her cold treatment and silent glares. Hoping that after some couple of days we will be able to talk.
　　I had just arrived home from work when I caught up with her resting on the sofa. I tried to talk to her but she seems distant even though she told me that we're okay.

　　I would have called her to eat when I did not find her in the room, I looked for her and found her sleeping in the tub.
　　I picked her up and wiped her. Her eyes awoke for a while but she went back to sleep so I could do nothing but dress her up and just let her rest.
　　I was scared when she puked early in the morning. I thought something was not right on her body that's why I insist to bring her at the hospital but she kept declining. Then a thought pop up in my mind.
　　Could it be?
　　Days past I was so sure that she's carrying my child. I'm so fvckin happy at the same time hurt because she's hiding it from me. But I just let it go, as long as the important thing is that I take care of them with our future child so I adjusted my work schedules to watch over her. I was out for a moment to check some files and my world stopped when I came back, seeing her filled with blood.
　　No not our baby.

　　I was literally a wreck when she pushed me away. I can't live without her, without our baby. I tried to talk to her but she kept herself distance. That's why I tried to just send her a letter together with her favorite food. I drowned myself with liquor, I thought I'm just imagining her with me but I found out it was real when she started to cry.
　　Thank God for giving them back to me.
　　I thought everything will be okay. But like they said there will always be a storm after a calm weather. And this time it really breaks us apart.
　　It hurt so much when she asked in front of me that the two of us would separate. I can never do that. Call me selfish but I can't lose her just like that, so even though she went to America I followed her.

　　During the few days I spent there I was satisfied with even a glance. I was nervous one day she was rushing to get in her car, I followed her until she stopped and she entered a hospital.
　　What is she doing here? Is she sick? Who will take care of her? She's alone for petes sake. So when she left the hospital I immediately found out why she came here, only to find out that one of our children made it to stay with her mother's womb.
　　In all the storms that have befallen us I feel it is a sign to rise again, to hope and to resume.
　　I felt relieved when a familiar nurse came by, Azaia. Someone will going to look for them now. I was been careless that Azaia caught me but thank God she's not that nosy. She just let me continued what I'm doing like she doesn't care at all as long as I didn't do anything bad to her patient.
　　I was shocked when a month later Ayesha came. I called Daevon and found out that she left him, I did not ask more about them because they were alive but I made sure that if he needed a friend I was just here for him.
　　Many months later, Cassandra gave birth. I went back to the house where I was staying. I'm always cheap here and there, my heart seems to explode with worry until Azaia send me a pic captioned 'Congratulations Fvcker'. It's Cassandra carrying our child in her hand. A lone tear fell on my face.
　　Thank God they are safe.
　　I am so jealous and mad everytime Rozz is near my wife. I want to punch him hard, but I don't want to caused my wife a problem that's why I just focused on our son besides no one can get her away from me. We are still married, she's mine.
　　Cassandra and Ayesha started working that's why I asked Azaia if I can took care of my son. I will not let them see me, I just want to hold my son and be with his side everytime he grows up.
　　Maybe she felt sorry for me so she agreed to my wishes. Every morning after the two of them left, I went there to take care of our child and left for thirty minutes before they got home to make sure they could not reach me.
　　"Daddy" my three year old son called.
　　"Yes son" I smiled in response and hugged him as we watched cartoons.
　　Azaia was with Daeshaia playing dolls and cooking whatever it is.
　　"Why do you always hide at Mommy?" he asked innocently.
　　I was stunned for a moment then he was presented to me. I tried to smile at him and gently ruffled his hair.
　　"Are you having a difficulty, son?" I asked, he immediately shook his head.
　　"It is you Daddy who is suffering not me" he answered.
　　I just smiled bitterly and kissed the top of his head.
　　"Someday son, we will all be together. I promised." I mumbled as I hugged him tight.
　　I'll do anything to fix our family baby because your mom and I chained to be together by our hearts.
　　~ END ~