"You don't want me..." I breathed, selfishly leaning into his touch. But I quickly pull away.
"I'm different and so not your type," I muttered, looking everywhere else but at him. He frowns slightly, eyes simmering.
"God, Anna." He exhaled, cool bre...
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'My wife is 11 weeks pregnant today.
ANNA
"Knock, knock."
I announce, walking into the office space, not waiting for his permission. I find my brother's mop of dark hair first then his sage-like green eyes find my warm brown ones. Courtesy of dad, he has all the good looks.
Mason was a good mix of our parents, but was the spitting image of our father. the height, broad shoulders, not so lean muscles and that brooding expression, slipping through once in a while. but he had mother's loving, looking eyes that were soft around the edges. And his smile was beautiful just like hers. And mine.
My father was a middle light tone man, Dark hair and pretty green eyes. born and raised in California But found himself moving to Pavilon because of my mother. The things love would make you do. Keilah Johansson-my mother had the most alluring golden brown skin, tracing back to her roots of African ancestry . Her thick curly hair and warm brown eyes that squeeze shut when she smiles was a sight to behold. My mother was born and raised in Maryland, Pavilon.
I guess people teasing Mason and calling him a mixed baby could be a flex after all. that olive complexion of his, was just beautiful and it complimented those emerald looking eyes. Mom and dad can be good at something after all.
"Anna." His stoic expression cracks, a smile spreading.
"Hey," I gave him a small wave, closing the door behind me. All too soon his cheery look disappears and is replaced with worry lurking behind those eyes,
"Are you okay?" He looks over me and quickly stands.
I frown, rolling my eyes. "if you're asking me that because of the sweat on my forehead-then I'm fine."
"You're supposed to be in bed." He lectures, putting away his paperwork.
"Yea, yea. Keep your big brother duties in your pants. I am free to do what I want." Mason, doesn't necessarily mother me. but he has his way of showing me that he cares, up front. The tiny ache in my chests fills me with guilt for putting him through a tough time these past days.
Two months, three weeks into this pregnancy and I've been hospitalized. Just when I was feeling better, severe headaches and fatigue kept pulling me down. I thought it was normal, until I passed out and I woke up to cold compressors on my head and my neck. Unlike Marco whose pride is too big for himself. sneaking around and doing things behind your back, in the name of 'I care about you and want to protect you'. who goes behind they're little sisters' back and tells her middle school friends to stay away from her. I guess it was my fault.
I confided in him with that little secret of mine, that the girls who called me a friend laughed at me secretly. and then he just goes and blows my cover. At some point he could be right. but I wanted to stand up for myself and I just needed someone to believe in me. not fight my battles.
