"My gracious! Helen! Your daughter is pregnant!" Dad attended to me and hugged me as if protecting me from Mom.
Mama blushed with anger, and Claudette immediately started crying while Berna was silent on the side.
"I told you to abort that thing!" He even pointed at my stomach as if he hated it.
"You didn't obey me! You inherited something! Your man will get you pregnant and leave you!"
"Stop it! I didn't keep you here to hurt our daughter Helen!" papa's voice boomed throughout the living room.
It hurts. Why can't he accept it? I'm not asking him for any help.
"Because she'll be just like us! Look! She has yet to graduate! Why can't she at least imitate Claudette?! Nothing-"
"Always!" I wiped my tears and faced him.
"It's always your son that you notice! Why? When did I cross that into your mind? Didn't I? Why didn't you leave me alone, Mom? Clinton can revive me! Ever since you left me with grandma, I searched. I need your protection, but nothing! You didn't fail to give me money, but I lacked my parents' love! You can't blame me if I felt cared for and loved by Clinton like the love I requested from you! You're always there for Claudette! Dad's for Berna! Me? No mom! I grew up without you! I hope you'll leave me alone because I'll never be like you. I'll never leave my son."
"H-Hija, I'm sorry." Dad caressed my arm and back.
"That's right, something might happen to you. I'll take care of your mom."
I saw Berna cry and rush up to the room. I took a deep breath and turned to a silent mom.
"I came here, Mom because I thought that after a long time, you remembered me and at least missed me. But if you insist on aborting my child, it's better if we don't meet again. I did it, so I'm responsible for raising my son. Don't worry; I will never introduce your grandson to you."
I immediately turned around, and before I got far from the door, I was utterly overcome with pain.
All my life, I'm craving their love and care. I endured periods of fever and crying and saying mom's name over and over again. I graduated from elementary school without him; only my father came up to the stage with me. When I graduated from high school, my grandmother was with me, and not even one of them was there.
I tried to understand everything. In my naive mind, I understood they had another family, and I couldn't be showered with their love.
I was happy despite the sadness. I try to smile even when I'm sad. The feeling that your mom or dad needs to have a meeting at your school, but I attend for myself.
Now, I will fully accept that this is how it is. All I have is Clinton and my baby.
I was dumbfounded while watching a love story on TV when Clinton entered. As promised, he brought my cravings for coconut pie, fresh milk, and tuna pie.
It's seven o'clock, and he just arrived here at his condo. I'm staying here. He's just wearing a polo shirt folded up to his elbows.
He loosened his tie and sat beside me, placing the food on the broken table before us. He kissed my cheeks.
"Good evening, I'm late because I closed a deal. So for celebration." he took from behind him a bunch of white roses with chocolates in the middle.
"Wow," I said and took it. "Thanks for this."
"Wait, are you hungry? I'll get a plate. Just stay here."
He stood up and went to the kitchen. I felt terrible because I couldn't even cook his dinner. After all, he didn't want to. He came back with a plate and a glass.
He moved the plate to me. "Do you want anything else?" he asked.
I just silently watch him, who doesn't even bother taking care of me. My heart beats fast when he's there.
My eyes watered, and I hugged him, which surprised him.
"I love you." I cried in his arms.
I felt him caressing my hair and kissing it.
"What happened? How was your talk with your mom?"
He gently caressed my head.
I shook my head.
"It hurts. . she wants me to abort our baby."
He hugged me tighter.
"Shit." he shook his head. "That's what you should never do." he threatened me in a scary tone. I immediately shook my head and looked at him.
He wiped my tears.
"I won't! It's our baby. Mom's reaction was disappointing. I thought we were okay, but why is that? It's like she doesn't like me."
He hugged me tightly again.
He took a deep breath.
"Marry me, Nicole, and I will give you all kinds of love. Just marry me."
I was shocked by what he said and took a bunch of roses.
"Find the ring baby."
My lips parted. I am speechless!
Because it glowed, I immediately saw it was above the Toblerone chocolate.
I bit my lip when he took it and slid it on my ring finger.
"There. Things."
"I'm not yet Clinton."
I said because of the movie, isn't that right? You have to be asked, and you will answer yes! Why is he wearing it straight?
"I won't take 'No' for an answer. I'll marry you even if you don't want to, and I want it soon."
Tears fell from my eyes, and he cupped my cheek and kissed me.
Our kiss became more profound and more penetrating. Without realizing it, I opened his polo shirt's buttons and followed the zipper of his slack. He stopped my hand.
"Eat first, Nicole."
I shook my head.
"I want you. I'll eat you first, Clinton."
He bit his lip as I knelt in front of him.
"Dammit!"
I am happy with Clinton. The day passed, and I was delighted with him. He comes home early from his work and brings me healthy food.
"Baby. I need to go." he chuckled.
I hugged him at the door and didn't want to let him go because I loved his smell.
"Thirty seconds," I asked him to laugh.
I buried my face in his chest and smelled him as he stroked my hair.
Every day, he fills me with sweet words. Even at work, he will text me something. I am content with what I have. I am satisfied with a simple life that is happy with him.