Love Eyes ( PIP X DAMIEN ) || DIP

Lovers

Estella

Satan moves all the baby stuff into the room he had bought us just for this exact reason. I found out I was pregnant a week ago and that's all Satan is talking about.

Luckily Satan let me move out of Damien's bedroom and have my own room again for "a more comfortable environment"

I'm happy I will actually be treated like a queen these next months. I was already queen but Damien just acted like I was one of his little friends and not his God damn wife.
But who cares? I never wanted that whore or a man, he's an idiot prostitute. Who keeps drooling over a man who looks like his hair was cut with a massacre and don't even get me started on those bangs.

"Are you alright sweetheart?" Satan places one of his hands on my shoulder and moves out of the way so I can get a glance of my bed. Satan has been treating me like a queen since he found out.
It's good he actually acts like a man and not a fucking teenager like Damien.

I nod and he knows by my expression to leave the room so I can rest. He pats my shoulder and exits my room. And that's when I plop down on my bed.
These 9 months sure will suck, having to raise a child just for them to be forced to be the next ruler the second they are born and two parents who don't love each other. They will never have a normal childhood.

And that's when I always think this child will be better off with Damien, he's the royal one and he already has a second choice. Once I give birth to this baby,I'm gone. And he will raise the child with Pip.

I lay here. On my bed. Taking deep breaths. And thinking. Finally I'm relaxing and I don't have to do any more making decisions for all of hell and serve as a good queen. Now I can just relax. This feels so good.

I wrap myself in my bed and try to drift to sleep, but I hear a ping coke from my phone.

"Oh fuck" I say annoyed and roll my eyes

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Pocket

"Im so nervous! It's coming up! I have everything planned and ready but I can't-" I'm panicking, the wedding is in 20 days and I'm so nervous for no reason. I called over Estella so she can give me some advice but all she does is keep cutting me off with every sentence I say.

    "Pocket, relax, I'm sure everything will go as planned. You'll be fine, just don't fucking screw up, I know you are horrendously good at fucking shit over but you got this"
        Estella says as she picks at her steak and waves her fork around while moving her head the opposite direction her fork is flying.

      "Estella thank you so much for your amazing words!!!!" I smile sarcastically

     "Charmed I'm sure" she crosses her legs and strikes a pose.

     This is really no help.
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                                   Pip

I woke up extra early today to have another day of hanging out with Damien. We've been together all week, and it's sure is fun.
     Yet so confusing, I've been thinking about my wedding and Damien. It's always those two, and i never think about myself.

       If I walk down that aisle I'll be happy and I'll
be with my first love and ill start a whole other life just the two of us. But no Damien.

    If I back down now and go with Damien, I'll betray Pocket, and Pocket is my first and "only" love. I'll get married to Damien and I'll be royalty and loved by all. And that's all I ever wanted as a child.  
                      People to love me.

I'll be overfilled with joy because of my love and attention people are giving me. I'll be a step father to Damien's baby. And I'll be happy with Damien. But no Pocket.

         It seems like the only thing that is holding me back are the same two things. Pocket and Damien.

                          Poor but happy?

                                    Or

                         Rich and happy

I'll be happy either way, but I know one of us will be sad at the end. And since I'm the way I am, I do not want that. I don't want Damien to be sad because of me and I don't want Pocket to be sad because of me.

    "Want some ice cream"? Damien asks and I'm suddenly pushed back into reality and I realize where I am. We are on his bed, just looking at the ceiling not saying a word.
        I laugh at his request and then agree, all he had to do was push a button and then a maid had came in and give us both vanilla ice cream.

      "I'll always love you" he says as he eats his ice cream, and since that was so random I start chocking on my ice cream for a bit.

       "W-what?" I giggle and look at him, and he was already loving at me. All he does is smile and I can read it.
      He's saying even if I'm married, have kids, and give love to someone else one day, he'll always love me.
         He nods as if he can just tell by my eyes that I had just read his mind and goes back to his ice cream.
         "Philip, if you and Pocket make it, and become the happiest couple ever, I'll be here, waiting for you. Till the day you can realize we were meant to be. I'll wait, for years.
    Even when you decide Pocket is your lover and you feel it in your heart.
        That's the only time your heart is lying because your lover....is me"

    He smiles and grabs my hand and our rings connect.

       I'm speechless, I have no words that can compete with those words. I don't know what to think. I'm a little mad he said that Pocket is not my soulmate but that's exactly what Damien said. My heart is wrong. Is it?

    "Damien... I-" I try to say but he silences me with his finger.

"No Philip, don't make your choice right now, live your after life how you planned to. Don't change that just for me. Once you are ready, you can change your mind and come back to me, but right now, go enjoy Pocket. He deserves it."

    I'm mad, Pocket is my soulmate, he's acting like he's not. He is. I'm sure of that.

     "It's funny, we can't be together right now, but in the future... we'll see how things work out" he laughs while I'm fighting back tears. I don't even want to put in effort to finish my ice cream. I just want to vomit it out with those words Damien told me replaying in my head.

    I have guilt building up in my body and I don't want to feel it. Pocket should be mine. Why am I acting like I shouldn't be his?

     I ask myself this as I get up from the bed and place my ice cream cup on his drawer near his bed. I don't have the words to say anything so I just leave his room. Not once looking back.

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