My mind goes blank instantly, not really believing the fact that I'm becoming a dad but that's really, really happening—everything about Hannah begins to fade away without leaving glimpses behind.
Judging by the look on Emma's face, she's thrilled.
I immediately stare into her eyes, wanting to read her out in order for me to utter words but there's nothing going on my mind—I'm supposed to tell her about Hannah but now, that slipped away.
How can I tell her about Hannah?
When I've just heard about her pregnancy. This is a new step for both of us and I know that Hannah does not matter right now or ever. My wife and my family is what matters most; in anything.
The incident that happened with Hannah, that can wait at least for the next few days or weeks. Besides, what could possibly go wrong? Things are getting better just by this shocking news, it's insane.
All of a sudden, she starts to frown.
''A—are you not happy about this? If so, we—''
I cut her off with a kiss on the lips; wanting to make her stop talking nonsense. My lips curve up into a smile as we kiss—with me trying to push away her thoughts of not wanting our baby. That's just no.
We break the kiss, ''I'm more than happy. We're having a baby together and that's more than I could ever ask you for—thank you,'' I mutter, slowly.
Tears are appearing in her eyes, imitating me.
''I love you, Emma.'' I breathe out.
It surprises me as she pulls me close for a bone crushing hug which causes me to wrap my arms around her body; feeling her warmth mixing with mine, ''I love you, too.'' She whispers, near me.
#1 life goal completed.
We both stay in each other's arms for a few more minutes before actually releasing. This is all new to us and we're still trying to overcome our insecurities which is almost impossible yet we're trying.
arranged marriage, it
ask, once we're actually face to face to
it because I want you to be the first to
I turn to see
surprised—she's excited. The way she looks directly at both Emma and I, it's clear to see the tears appearing in her eyes. The tears of
god, did I hear it right?''
from Emma nor I, ''Sorry if I was eavesdropping but, I can't help it and you've been keeping it a secret for the past few days,''
just wanted to
day as a married couple, heading towards parenthood. I know, being young
you two!''
but we just respond back with a laugh; knowing that this brings more than just happiness for the both of
it either—an hour and two, they all know. I can't help but imagine myself holding our little baby even though I know that it's going to be a long
thinking about her and our
Evelyn entering the room as she crosses her arms. Both of my
Hannah,
both of my hands into my jeans' pocket as I enjoy the view outside; I've
know I won't stop asking,'' She adds once she notices how I'm not replying. It's just that I'm trying
tell her,'' I reply, turning to
Then, she starts to let out a deep sigh,
me why?''
little brother. Why?
our child and not when we're both still excited. So, no. I'm not going to tell her—I can't hurt her. Not
to get hurt. Do you want her to find out from someone else? Does that work so much better for you because you wouldn't be the one to tell her? I know that you probably didn't sleep with Hannah and that you were unconscious but tell her. She
at each
this is just a way for me to cover it all up so that
Emery
My mind goes blank instantly, not really believing the fact that I'm becoming a dad but that's really, really happening—everything about Hannah begins to fade away without leaving glimpses behind.
Judging by the look on Emma's face, she's thrilled.
I immediately stare into her eyes, wanting to read her out in order for me to utter words but there's nothing going on my mind—I'm supposed to tell her about Hannah but now, that slipped away.
How can I tell her about Hannah?
When I've just heard about her pregnancy. This is a new step for both of us and I know that Hannah does not matter right now or ever. My wife and my family is what matters most; in anything.
The incident that happened with Hannah, that can wait at least for the next few days or weeks. Besides, what could possibly go wrong? Things are getting better just by this shocking news, it's insane.
All of a sudden, she starts to frown.
''A—are you not happy about this? If so, we—''
I cut her off with a kiss on the lips; wanting to make her stop talking nonsense. My lips curve up into a smile as we kiss—with me trying to push away her thoughts of not wanting our baby. That's just no.
We break the kiss, ''I'm more than happy. We're having a baby together and that's more than I could ever ask you for—thank you,'' I mutter, slowly.
Tears are appearing in her eyes, imitating me.
''I love you, Emma.'' I breathe out.
It surprises me as she pulls me close for a bone crushing hug which causes me to wrap my arms around her body; feeling her warmth mixing with mine, ''I love you, too.'' She whispers, near me.
#1 life goal completed.
We both stay in each other's arms for a few more minutes before actually releasing. This is all new to us and we're still trying to overcome our insecurities which is almost impossible yet we're trying.
arranged marriage, it
ask, once we're actually face to face to
it because I want you to be the first to
I turn to see
surprised—she's excited. The way she looks directly at both Emma and I, it's clear to see the tears appearing in her eyes. The tears of
god, did I hear it right?''
from Emma nor I, ''Sorry if I was eavesdropping but, I can't help it and you've been keeping it a secret for the past few days,''
just wanted to
day as a married couple, heading towards parenthood. I know, being young
you two!''
but we just respond back with a laugh; knowing that this brings more than just happiness for the both of
it either—an hour and two, they all know. I can't help but imagine myself holding our little baby even though I know that it's going to be a long
thinking about her and our
Evelyn entering the room as she crosses her arms. Both of my
Hannah,
both of my hands into my jeans' pocket as I enjoy the view outside; I've
know I won't stop asking,'' She adds once she notices how I'm not replying. It's just that I'm trying
tell her,'' I reply, turning to
Then, she starts to let out a deep sigh,
me why?''
little brother. Why?
our child and not when we're both still excited. So, no. I'm not going to tell her—I can't hurt her. Not
to get hurt. Do you want her to find out from someone else? Does that work so much better for you because you wouldn't be the one to tell her? I know that you probably didn't sleep with Hannah and that you were unconscious but tell her. She
at each
this is just a way for me to cover it all up so that