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~ 3 months later ~
Adriano Caspian Nacachi
It has been months since they knew about what happened between Dzi and I. And of course, the baby. Yes. Dzi is positively and amazingly pregnant. The gang still hasn't noticed it yet. But unknown to them, Greg, Kai, Vic, Aly, Jia, Jho, Marge, Gi, Jirah and I knew about the situation. The Gervacio's were happily excited for when they found out the news, and even my family showed up at the Gervacio's residence when they found out. But of course no one knew that I was there. I was always there, following everyone. Unknown to them of course.
We hired private investigators for us to know what has happened to the gang for the past 5 years (or months) that we've been working under the radar, and we also hired a few men from the secret service, some agents, to protect our loved ones without them even knowing it. We wanted them to be safe. 'Cause we have no idea when or where would our enemies attack, but I'm sure that it'll be anytime soon.
I know its a bit creepy and weird but it's for their safety and security. We're just doing everything possible for us to protect them.
And speaking of protecting, (protecting? More like spying!) Shh! by the way I am hiding behind a tree right now. "Why?" You should ask? Well, here I am staring at her. You know that I should be happy with what I'm looking at because she's happy. And if she's happy, I should be too. But the thing is, she's happy with another man. Not me.
Ang kasama niya? Si Jeriel. Ang ex boyfriend niya.
It feels like she's cheating on me. But she's not.
I wanted to talk to her. To tell her that I'm still here. I still love her. That I'm okay. I wanted to feel her skin against mine. I missed her hugs, the way her arms wrapped onto my waist. Her kisses, those lips of hers. How miss her touch. How I wanted her to know that I'm still here for her. That I won't be letting go. Never. I promised. And I still do.
I deeply sighed. I silently prayed for the guy to go somewhere else, like the comfort room or whatever. Luckily for me, God made my little prayer come true.
