Hitched! Book 2

Bashing

You'd think that the negative comments would stop once Maine and I were married. But no.

People still doubt me, even now that we're expecting our first child, they still think I'm going to leave them or cheat on Maine or make some big mistake that would break our marriage. Most days, I can handle myself, but there are some days it gets to me.

Like today.

I can't help but wonder how long this is going to last. The up side to it is that I am still popular enough and in this business that's a good thing. The down side to it is that, I'm having a child soon and I wouldn't want him or her growing up hearing all of this crap. Who knows what that would do?

Later, I'll talk to Maine and tell her what I'm going through. Right now, I'm cooped up in the basement, surfing the net and sulking. I just need to wallow in self-pity for a bit.

My phone beeped with numerous twitter notifications again. More bashing, I guess. But people also texted. One message in particular caught my attention - from my cousin April. "Ang gwapo mo talaga eh!!!"

I was clueless as to what she was talking about so I asked. She replied, "Check Maine's blog."

Her title was simple. "Ours."

It talked about our first year together and finding out that we were having a baby. It talked about how we had to adjust from being friends to being an engaged couple. It also talked about how Alden was different on screen and off screen.

She wrote it so perfectly that she shared her thoughts about us without divulging too much private information. And she ended the entry with:

I want to make a simple appeal. I understand that social media allows us to express our opinions and I respect that. I've long accepted that no matter what Alden and I do, there will always be people who will say something horrible. Fine. But please, please do not bash him in the guise of protecting me. I don't need protecting from him. Please have faith that I married him with eyes wide open and we've accepted each other for the people we were, the persons we are and the couple/parents we hope to be.

IF, by any chance, he does make a mistake and hurt me, it would be up to me to decide what to do. If I falter, the only person who should decide would be him. And I would hope and pray that at the end of the day we will always choose to fight for what we have.

Because though this marriage is not perfect, HE is my perfectly imperfect one true love. And when we get to the end, I would still choose to be with him. Even in the afterlife, I pray that we would still be beside each other. Him. No one else. Him.

At that moment, Ate April was right, I felt like the most handsome guy on earth. And yes, my tears were flowing. I think this is what they call "ugly crying".

I ran up to find her in our bedroom. She looked at me innocently. "Oh, why?"

"I love you! Sobra." I rushed to hug her. "Mahal na mahal kita alam mo yun? Ang swerte swerte ko sayo."

"Alam ko," she responded smugly.

As I was leaning in to kiss her, I saw her face contort. "What's wrong?"

"Magpunas ka muna ng uhog mo. Kadiri eh."

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Note: Prompt from @riadelacruz11 and @gabri27elle