"N-No... don't stop. Don't fucking stop." I replied and hugged him tightly, my voice thick with desperation and longing for him but I don't fucking care now. "I want this and I want you....Now."
"I-I....I can't do this to you but. It would be...just...
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One week later
I clenched my eyes shut because of the sunlight almost blinding my eyes and finally woke up with a massive headache. Yes I spent my last night crying as I just couldn't control myself.
Involuntarily tears spilled from my eyes after I closed the door of my room. I cried and cried, trying my best to vent all of my frustration but it still wasn't enough and I still want to cry.
Why is it so fucking hard? Wasn't I living alone before him? Why can't I do it now? Why? Just why? Why this fucking love pains so much? And, who the fuck are these people who said that love is the most beautiful experience?
I think they must be high when they say this because, mark my words, love only gives you lots of tears and lots of miseries.
Yes, it's the worst feeling ever and I'm the unluckiest one to experience this shit.
I roughly wiped my tears stained cheeks and made my way towards the washroom. I dressed up for work and finally went downstairs to prepare breakfast for everyone but as usual, the breakfast is already prepared.
Sam was enjoying pancakes with his favourite chocolate syrup and hid daddy busy reading newspaper. Sam's nanny is also here.
I walked towards the dinning table and two pairs of grey eyes turned to look at me at the same time. I ignored the senior one and made my way towards my son.
He gave me his beautiful signature grin when he noticed me coming. "You are looking so beautiful Momma."
"Am I? Well..I think you are looking very handsome today." I pinched his chubby cheeks and he blushed. "Aww my little man is blushing huh?"
He giggled and immediately hid his face with his hands. "I'm not I'm not..."
"Yes yes you are!" I removed his hands from his face and kissed his pink cheeks while Smith cleared his throat.
Oh the attention seeker!
Though, I ignored him, he still interrupted. "I picked up his outfit for today."
I sighed and gave him a small nod before focussed my attention back on my son. "Momma is leaving for work okay baby? Be a good boy to sarah." I kiss his forehead and he kissed my forehead back. This is something new he just learned and nowadays I always find him kissing his father's head.
Today is Saturday and he isn't going to school but I still have to go to work and from what I am seeing, Smith is leaving for work too considering the Seattle project in hanging on his head now.
I nodded towards Sarah. "Take care of him as well as yourself."
She assured. "Ofcourse Mrs. Parker."
I gave her a tight lipped smile and made my way towards the main door when I heard his footsteps coming behind me.
