WHEN WILL IT BE ME?

When Will It Be Me Alternative Ending

Six years passed in the blink of an eye. Terrence and I were married for more than 5 years now.

Our first born turned 6 years old last week and we're on a vacation for two weeks with the whole family.

Migs and JL were married a year after us, then Liel and Lou tie the knot months after.

Savian had his vacation leave for 3 months and went to travel alone around the world. Well, he continued working for my company as the CFO.

On our 3rd anniversary, Terrence announced that he was once again pregnant. And I couldn't help but to feel so much happiness as I was living my dream life with him now.

Everyone was so excited about the gender reveal of our second baby. Terrence couldn't hide the glee in his eyes and his scent spread to the whole place when we confirmed that they were gonna be a boy. We named him Cavian Theodore Gonzaga, the mixed names of both our fathers.

He's too excited to buy clothes and stuff for him and, of course, not letting Firi be left behind, he also bought everything our little girl wants.

We, as parents of two little angels, spoiled them with so much love. We want the best of the best for them. That's our only wish and goal, for them to have the best life and do not suffer the way the two of us did.

Today, we are scheduled to go to one of the famous landmarks here in New York. But, it seemed like the kids and I were just the ones who were excited about going.

Terrence doesn't want to leave our bedroom yet. He also looked pale and sick. It's our fifth day here and he's not getting better.

He said that it was only because he was getting jetlag, but I did not buy it.

"Love, I think we need to get you checked, hmm?", I slowly caressed his sides as I kissed his forehead. I release some of my pheromones to calm him.

"Mhmm", he mumbled in his half- awake state. "M'fine, just have to sleep", he's so persistent.

"Love, you keep on saying that for the nth time. It's our fifth day here and you're not even getting the chance to enjoy yourself. I'll call our family doctor here in New York-"

"I said I'm fine. Why can't you just let me be!", I was shocked by his shout. It was not loud enough to be heard outside our room, but it was enough for me to be more worried.

He sat up and glared at me. I gulped at the sharpness of his stares. His stress and upset. I can sense it.

"What can't you understand about what I said?", he asked, giving me a death glare, "I just want to sleep! I want to sleep! Why can't you let me sleep?!", he's too grumpy to talk with.

What the hell?

"Love-"

"I hate you!", he shouted again. I looked at him, wide-eyed. He knew I hated those words coming from him.

"Love, what did-"

"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I don't wanna see your ugly face!", after what he said, he left me dumbfounded in our room.

What the hell was that?!

"Love!", I tried calling him but he did not come back.

For Pete's sake, what is his problem with me? I'm not even ugly!

I tried to calm myself before going after him. I'm just worried about his health and he will give me that attitude?

For more than 5 years, I really didn't know how to handle your mood swings, my love.