TEACH ME NOT 2 HATE LOVE

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🧑Nik Anthony POV🧑 

Hooo. Oh, brother. You thought normal Tajea was crazy and dramatic. Well, there are no words to define the level of madness a pregnant Tajea is. You can't even begin to imagine the trials and tribulations I've undergone dealing with her for the past several months until now. Surprisingly, I didn't go crazy.

She craved for the weirdest things. Get annoyed over nothing, cry over everything, and argue about everything?

OK, so she's been arguing about everything long before pregnancy. But I'm sure you get my point here.

Sometimes she's clingy and doesn't want me out of her sight, like a crazy, obsessed stalker. Another time she hates my gut and doesn't want to hear my name, much less be in my presence, which irritates the sh*t out of her. Her words, not mine. Then she would call me all sorts of bad names.

Haaa. The woman is more than a handful, I tell you. A pain in my neck, ass. All over.

But it's not all bad. There are many good times, too. And I just can't wait for my kid to be born into this world. It won't be long. Just a few days, and I'll be able to hold him in my arms. And yes, we are having a baby boy. Though I wanted a daughter so badly, I guess things don't normally go as we always want them. Oh well, we can just try again next time, assuming Tajea even wants to get pregnant again.

She swore almost every day that she would never do this sh*t again. She can't deal with the cramps, the pain, and the torment of being pregnant, she said. What was she thinking? She complained. She should have abstained from sex, she said. She blames me for putting her in this agony. And a lot more I don't remember.

But I know she isn't serious. At least I hoped not. Naw, she ain't. Because other times she would be happy with being pregnant and talking to our unborn son. Saying stuff like, She is glad a man like me is her baby daddy. And not because I'm rich, but for being the person I am. And that flattered the sh*t out of me. Then she would switch back into drama queen mode again.

Sigh. Tajea gets in so many moods that it is very hard to keep up with them. I don't even bother most of the time.

Oh, and about little Nik. You don't need to worry about him. He was released into our loving care two weeks after he awakened, and the doctor decided it was safe for him to come home. He wasn't fully recovered back then, though. So, I had doctors come check up on him at home every day. To make sure everything is alright and to redress his wounds. I even had him undergo psychotherapy and physiotherapy. And now he's doing alright. Up and running again.

We even held a birthday party for the little guy a few days ago. With some of his schoolmates and their parents. He's now also back at school after being away for so long, catching up on what he missed out on. Well, he didn't miss out much academically since I had teachers homeschooling him during his absence.

"So what are we going to name our baby boy?" Tajea asked as she turned to face me. Oh no. Not this again. The last time we had a conversation about this, all hell broke loose. I swear this woman enjoys bullying me. "And if it's a name with the word Nik in it, then don't bother."

"What do you think we should name him?" To be on the safe side this time, I leave it to her to decide.

"I don't know. That is why I asked you," she snapped. Well, there she goes again, acting crazy for no apparent reason. "You know what? Don't bother. You are of no use."

"Well, that's mean." I teased and pinched her cheeks playfully.

"What's mean, is you not being of any help at all. And don't touch me." She pinched my arm. And that hurt. "I don't like you right now."

"Well, it's a good thing I like you a lot," I responded flirtatiously, and that seemed to just make her more unhappy. Sigh.

"You think you are so charming. Don't you, Mr. Jackass? With your pretty boy smile and all that." She was referring to my almost naked physique next to her in bed.

"Aren't I?" I asked with a smirk.

"No." She rolled her eyes. "And I hope my son doesn't get any of your characteristics or that arrogance of yours."

"But you like my characteristics and arrogance."

"And look where it got me. Knocked-up." Tajea complained.

"Well, you should have used protection."

"And you should have been castrated."

"Are you sure about that?" I laughed. "Because ever since I knocked you up, you've been craving it a lot more than usual."

"And is there a problem with that? Or you just don't find me attractive any more because of this freaking submarine before me." She gestured towards her stomach, breaking down in tears. Ah, she is so dramatic. "Or maybe you'd rather be poking some other girl with your pogo stick."

"Of course not. In fact, I think you are more attractive now." Helplessly, I hold her to comfort her. Kissing her face and neck with love and care. To show her how much I care.

That didn't work, though.

"So you are saying I was unattractive before I was pregnant, then? That's what you are saying. Right, prick?"

Sigh. There is no winning her. "No."

"Make up your mind, Nik. It's either I'm attractive or unattractive."

Now I'm confused.

"Oh, I see you don't find me attractive any more." She continued with her nonsense. "You don't love me any more. That is why you haven't proposed to me yet. Isn't it, you bastard?"

"Do you want me to propose to you?" I exhaled, exasperated.

"Oh, don't bother. I'm not so desperate to beg the likes of you to get married to me." She scoffed. "Like I want to be married to a jerk like you anyway."

I'm speechless, of course.

"Aren't you going to say something?"

Nope, because it just gets me into more problems. So I might as well shut up.

"Your silence is just proving me right."

"Babe. I love you, but just shut up," I said, a bit impatient and harshly. But I'm only human. And you see what I have to deal with here.

"You—" Her rage flew off the charts.

"Ah." I interrupted her.

"Nik—"

"No." I cut her off again.

"Jack—"

"Shush." I hold her mouth. "Now stop acting stupid. You know damn well I love you, despite all of your craziness. But don't you dare say or think crazy things like that. Insult my feelings for you like that."

"I'm sorry, OK," she said, like a poor thing. And now I feel bad.

"There is no need for an apology."

"Would you just take my apology and shut up? And I love you too, though you get on my nerves." She kissed me and tried to leave.

But how could I let her go? All that drama just made me hungry for her. And I see she was the same about me too. Then, as we were about to get down with it, the unexpected happened.

Tajea's water broke. Not cool, little man. Not cool.

Sigh, I guess it can't be helped.