The Runaway Pregnant Wife

Brave

I am not afraid anymore; I stepped into the real world with my brother Zach and my sister-in-law Simone by my side. They showed me the love and care I longed for more than half of my existence. The wall I created made me invisible to Zach and to all the people for many years. I shut myself into isolation before he could even understand me. I have been alone for so long that I forgot to make friends. I never experienced friendship and affection aside from my father in my childhood years.

I even studied the gestures of a normal person. I acted bubbly and easygoing, but that was all facade. Those facades, which I started to like, became natural and genuine. When there are people beside you who truly care, happiness emerges and becomes constant.

Zach, with the coaxing of Simone, let me experience life to the fullest. I explored my femininity and used my courage and confidence to face the world. Simone showed me the meaning of true friendship: to be open and bold. I traveled alone and with my friends. Yes. I made friends too, aside from my sister-in-law.

When Simone was busy with the twins and their firm, Kevin's attention shifted to me. I smiled when I remembered his rudeness when he thought I was Zach's mistress. I was amazed by their relationship; their feelings were hidden, but deep friendship was visible.

"Hey ginger! Did you cook for me?" he said while he opened Zach's three-door fridge. I rolled my eyes. "Nope, I had just arrived from the Bahamas and was tired. I'll cook for us; I'm hungry too," I said while I pushed him to the side and took some frozen meat and vegetables. Martha and Jack were out every weekend. When I was not around, Zach cooked or ordered from his hotel's restaurant.

I cooked mozzarella-stuffed chicken and chicken Alfredo. I asked Zach before I went to the Bahamas to move out; he was concerned, yet he understood. He joked, "I'll cook every weekend now, without you here." Shimi stared at us and said, "I can help you." We all laughed. Shimi's cooking always turned into a disaster, and the output was always inedible. Two weeks from now, I'll be staying in my condo unit. Zach, Shimi, and Kevin installed security devices like freaks.

I called Kevin when I set the table. Zach and Shimi are having dinner with Shimi's father. He eats like there's no tomorrow—same old, same old Kevin. When he finished eating, he looked at me and said, "I will attend a stakeholder's ball tomorrow; can you be my partner?" I sighed. Kevin is a workaholic; he has brought me to parties many times already as his partner. Maybe because I was available and he didn't want to tangle himself with a woman's frailty.

I smiled and agreed with him," Sure, but you help me move out." He nodded. It's not that hard because we will live in the same building. Zach chose my unit near him. He was a controlled freak; he wanted Kevin to look after me when he was not around. When I asked him about it, he told me that the units in the building were all sophisticated and the most expensive aside from owning them.

Kevin was a good partner; he washed the dishes while I took a shower, and we planned to play computer games while waiting for my nephew and niece. We were in the middle of our game when Dom squealed, "Aunt Brie, Uncle Kev, I want to play with you." I looked at Zach, and he motioned for me to let him play one game. My niece was sleeping on his shoulder. Shimi kissed me and hugged Kevin. She looked tired, and Kevin arched his brows when she said goodnight to us.

We played one game, and before the game ended, Dom looked so sleepy that I carried him to his room. I helped him brush his teeth and change into his pajamas. Zach came in and said thank you; his son was already asleep.

I wore a dark green floral embroidered gown enchanted in a sleeveless, deep V-neckline with straps connecting to the strappy lace-up back. The dress has a fitted bodice, and from the waist flourishes a full-length tulle A-line skirt with a leg slit and a sweep train finish. My thick and wavy red hair was braided into a high bun, leaving ringlets in front. Kevin picked me up at exactly seven. "You looked gorgeous, ginger," he said, and pecked on my temple.

We arrived at the ball—a military ball, actually—highlighting their stakeholders. Kevin and Shimi were partners in building air crafts; their firm sponsored many social projects of the Armed Forces. It was not surprising that he met lots of high-ranking officials at the party.

"Fancy meeting you here, Kev," came from a voice behind us. We turned and said, Mitch, my man, where have you been?" Kevin patted his shoulder, and they shook hands. It looks like they knew each other for a long time. I swallowed hard when he looked at me; his expression changed into a dark scowl, "Hello pepper."

He remembered me, and I grimaced when I recalled the embarrassing moment with him. Me and Tiffany were having dinner in one of Zach's hotels when she asked about my first kiss. Her jaw fell when I told her I had never been kissed. "We can remedy that, darling," she said wickedly.

"See that man over there? I want you to approach him and kiss him in front of his date," she said in a serious tone. "Are you crazy? Do you want me to ruin his relationship?" I asked in astonishment. "Nah, the woman is a two-time bitch; she was with Haider last time." Her appearance became fierce when she mentioned Haider.

Well, it's time to experience my first kiss. Tiffany taught me the seduction game like she trained Simone. She encouraged me to act boldly, as if I owned the moment. The man is tall, dark, with clean-cut hair, and strikingly handsome. I took deep breaths and walked towards him, swaying my hips. I wore a baby pink body-con dress that accentuated my slim figure. I stopped in front of him.

Hello, husband." I leaned on him, pulled his nape, and kissed him. At first, it was awkward, but when he delved his tongue into mine and I followed his rhythm, I succumbed to the pleasure of kissing. We tried to catch our breath after the torrid kiss. He whispered... "More practice pepper." I looked at him, and he leered at me. I smirked, touched the contour of his lips with my fingers, and winked at him, "I will." His date glared at me like a shooting dagger. I flipped my hair and walked towards our table, swaying my hips. I can tell the man's eyes followed my every move.

"Do you know each other?" Kevin asked. We both answered no and yes at the same time while we stared at each other. Mitch was called by his superior; he patted Kevin's arm and left. Kevin took my hands and led me to the dance floor. I put my arms around his neck and his hands around my waist. People assumed we had nothing except my family and friends.

He pecked on my forehead. " I love you, ginger." I stared at him, smiling. "I love you too, knight." We bonded like siblings, more than Shimi and him. Her sister died at the hands of a pedophile at an early age. We have a strong bond as we suffered the same fate, resembling the damage inside us. He told me that I looked like his sister; he called me ginger, the same endearment he used to his sister as he remembered her through me.

When I looked up, I saw Mitch glaring at us. We went to the table after the music stopped. Kevin was talking to his fellow engineers when I excused myself and went to the comfort room. I looked at myself in the mirror. My strikingly thick red hair and blue eyes are my prominent features. I have silky skin and a slender body; my breasts are firm but not big. The only thing me and Zach shared was the color of our eyes. I sighed. I plan to travel to Asia next month.

Zach trained me to check the restaurants in his chain of hotels. I stayed in his hotel when I visited them, but Shimi advised me to experience the ordinary, the reality of many people, and the life they struggled to survive. That way, I may be able to gain wisdom from a different perspective.

I was surprised when I emerged from the comfort room; Mitch was waiting for me outside. He took my hand and pulled me to him. My face collided with his hard chest. He kissed me hungrily, and I joined his tongue, like they coexisted in the same environment as our mouths connected.

We both panted when we caught our breath. "Did you practice with Kevin Pepper? Your skills improved." I arched my brows. "Yes, I did practice well; I plan to explore my other skills aside from kissing." I left him and returned to Kevin. The nerve of that man!

They were discussing the designs and features of jet fighters when Mitchell joined us. Lt Col. Humphrey, sir, how was South Korea?" one of Kevin's colleagues asked him. "Great! How are you guys doing? I stared at him; he looked stunning in his uniform; I never imagined he was on this field. He caught me staring at him; he smirked and raised his brow. My heart vibrated in irregular spasms.