Claiming her babies

Monica.

“I know, and I’m grateful you showed up when you did. I was moving too fast, and if you hadn’t intervened, I might’ve done something that could have shattered what I’m trying to prove to Monica” I admitted.

“Is sex even safe for the baby?” Anthony asked, his curiosity piqued.

“I haven’t thought about that,” I confessed, realizing what I overlooked all this while.

“I’ll ask the doctor when I see him,” I resolved.

“Just make sure you ask in time,” Anthony warned, “or you might find yourself in a situation you didn’t anticipate and that situation is you finding yourself buried inside her.”

“Seriously, Anthony? Couldn’t you think of anything else to say?” I asked him, taken aback by his bluntness.

“But it’s true,” Anthony insisted. “From what I saw, you were enjoying yourself.”

“Enough, Anthony,” I interrupted, feeling uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.

The door opened, and Monica’s head peeked in. “Can I come in, Nicholas?” she asked tentatively.

“Yes, of course,” I replied, unsure of what else to say.

“I’m hungry”

“Okay. Let me ask Patricia to prepare the table for you so you_”

“I’ve seen the food and I don’t like it. It’s good looking but I have no appetite to eat it” Monica explained, cutting me short.

“Okay. I could ask her to prepare what you want to eat” I said, going round the table to ring the bell which I used to call Patricia anytime I needed her in my study.

“I don’t want to eat any cooked food. That’s not what I want” Monica said, and I realized she was here for something else.

“What do you want then?” I asked, not understanding what she needed from me exactly

“I want apples. Can I eat some apples?” I fell silent as I looked at her with a calm yet shocked expression. Apples were something I usually don’t like to share

“That’s not a problem. Anthony here could go buy some apples for you”

“No, I want a cold apple like the one in the refrigerator. The one Anthony will buy might not be cold” she stated further.

“Cold apples? I don’t have cold apples ” I said, lying about the apples. I had apples in the fridge in the kitchen which only I had access to but those apples were mine and no one else.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Of course you do. Patricia told me the apples in the kitchen were yours and that I should ask you first if I wanted to take any”

“Damn Patricia ” I muttered as I looked at anybody who wore a smirk on his face.

“Can I have some?” Monica asked again and I felt defeated as she gave me puppy eyes.

If I wanted to prove to her that I’ve changed, I needed to do this. “of course you can. Take as many as you need” I said, faking a smile as she happily rushed out of the room.

“Don’t let the apple hurt you, Nicholas. Sharing is a part of loving” Anthony said and I just ignored him without saying a word.