MY FEISTY WIFE

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In a week Lily is gone and I have a new assistant, she’s not Lily but shes ok, Efficient and hardworking. Days, weeks and months go buy, big as they come, my stomach can’t let me even tie my shoes, I know, I’m pregnant, with four kids, what can I expect.

The doctor appointments have been increased to every two weeks since my last trimester started, Mandy has ensured a room ready for my deliver and everything is prepared in case of any complication. Martha and Maria, my helps have become super protective like Lily and Jon are worse, she might not be here but that’s the worst part. Two more weeks to go, and I will be popping out babies. My COO has taken over and only bring me the important documents at home. The nurseries are ready and I really can’t wait. 

I decided to go pick lily from the airport, as I sent my private jet. From what I have read on the tabloids, she is one of the best female CEO’s in the world, second to the mysterious woman, me. Her work and charts are testimony to that, stock rates of the new company keep increasing with day.  Considering I have expanded my company locally and internationally without anyone knowing whom I am, I gotta be proud.
“sissy! OMG you’re big and glowing!!! Never thought I’d say that in the same sentence” she screams

“ha ha, very funny” I say then eye roll
“god knows how much I missed you, and my nieces and nephews” she exclaimed

We hug and head to the private terminal. “tell me everything, especially about the bachelors chasing you” I ask laughing knowing only too well she gives no man her time of the day.

“ haha, well, there’s 5 celebs, 7 CEO’s and many more….. aaaaah, oh my !! Ryan, I missed you so much, someone didn’t even say you would pick me!!” she trails off with an accusing redirected to yours truly.

You see, Ryan is our other best friend, travels a lot, playboy, and gay. He’s also the kindest person I have ever known and treats us as family, also the best fashion designer I know. He made 90% of my wardrobe.
The excitement  doesn’t die down as we head to my car.

I think about that day he asked me out after that frat party, he was so confident I was going to agree and fall for his charms that he didn’t take it well when I rolled my eyes to him. His buddies laughed at him cause I was the first person, let alone girl to bruise his ego, I smile at that, he kept bugging me for the rest of the night until I agreed to coffee.
Next day at 10, coffee house, I showed in sweats and shirt, hoping he would leave me alone, but no, he asked for another date, to which I agreed. We had little in common, as I  hated parties but still loved his adventurous side, we were both adrenaline junkies. It was fun being around him.

I wonder what it’d be like if he trusted me, if we’d still be together, if he’d keep up with my pregnancy hormones, I know he wanted lots of kids,
“I want a whole soccer team” he’d say every time we talked about having kids

Maybe he’d be excited to get four at once , would he hold my hair while throwing up and even wake in the middle of the night to satisfy my cravings? I miss him with all my being, that’s one fact I can’t try to deny.

“Que sera sera”  l mutter under my breath Just like mama always said, what will be will be, and no matter the outcome , I’ll always put these kids first.