In Love With Ms. Manoban

Part 49

Lisa

I miss my Jerry. There. I said it. Sue me. Sometimes, I regret asking for this stupid break. But it's the right thing to do. I know he doesn't completely understand, but it'll give me peace of mind knowing he truly wants this, especially this soon.

The twins miss him too. They have been kicking me constantly, probably as punishment. I smiled as I rest my palms on my tummy. My babies. It won't be long until I finally get to meet them. I hope we'll be a family of four. I hope Jeremiah won't change his mind. I hope I didn't make a mistake.

Jerry called me earlier this morning just to tell me he loves me like he did the past couple of days, even though I strictly told him no contact unless necessary. And that's why I love him. He does whatever it takes to show me that he appreciates and cares for me.

I didn't have any classes to lecture today, so I was at home, gobbling down some ice cream and anything in sight that looked delicious. I'm gonna have to take a walk after this. As the sunlight shone into my cosy reading nook, I heard a knock on my door.

"Ugh," I groaned as I got up, wondering who it could be. Let's face it. I don't have many friends. I smiled, thinking it might be Jeremiah breaking the rules again. But that smile faded when I opened the door, and I immediately slammed it shut after seeing who was there.

"Lisa, I just want to talk," the person said, knocking on the door once again. I started pacing near the front door, one hand on my hip and the other to my mouth as I bit my nails. I contemplated calling Jerry, but he should be at work right now. I didn't want him getting into any kind of trouble, especially if he was in a meeting.

The knocking on the door got stronger, startling me. I moved to the living room as quickly as I could to grab my phone. I sent Jerry a quick text, telling him what's happening before I approached the door again, my phone was still in my hand. I made a quick prayer and asked God for protection over me and the twins. Taking a deep breath, I turned the doorknob and opened the door slightly, with more apprehension this time around.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"To talk." He pushed open the door wider and walked in, pushing my arm out of the way. I sent Jerry another text, and he responded immediately this time, telling me he is on his way. I breathed a sigh of relief as I turned to face the man. The man I was once in love with. The man who hurt me. The father of my children. Jonathan.

"You need to leave," I said to him with a strong, stable voice, staying close to the door. I left it open because if he tried anything, I would at least have a chance to escape.

"A guy can't check on the mother of his children these days?" He asked, a smirk taking over my his face as he saw mine turn pale. "Whoa. You're huge," he said afterwards, givingme a once-over. I felt my stomach drop at his words and the memories that came with it. I ignored his words, however.

"Children? How did you know?"

"Don't be naive, Lisa. Word gets around. And I know people," he spoke with furrowed eyebrows. "So... twins, huh? My boys are faster and stronger than I thought." His disgusting smirk returned.

"You said you wanted nothing to do with them. Why do you care? Why are you here?" I asked in confusion and anger, my grip on the doorknob tightening and my other arm resting on my very prominent belly.

"Listen, Lisa. I'm not here to fight. I'm here to apologise."

"So you came barging into my house?"

"Our house -"

"My house. Don't you dare." He let out a harsh breath. He looked to the side and then looked back at me, his features softening, but I didn't trust him one bit.