G̶A̶R̶E̶T̶H̶ ̶S̶T̶.̶ ̶C̶L̶A̶I̶R̶.

thank you for being the victim of my shallow emotions

Because — if we like it or not we are stuck with each other for atleast eighteen years, I want the best for you.

I’ve already figured out care for George during the day, why can’t you try doing something for yourself. I worry about you now, I can see how unhappy you are in this job. We both have the chance to go back to university and create a better life for our son.

Gareth, I’ve told you numerous times I hold nothing against you. In fact now that George is four months I was thinking about going back to university myself.

You don’t have to work, you know. We live comfortably with my families money. Go back to university, make something of yourself.

Shouldn’t you be the one resting? You work far too much.

Don’t worry about it, I’m up now anyway. Have you just finished work?

Unfortunately I don’t have the luxury of sleeping in anymore.

. . . Morning.

Morning.

caught in the careless arms of lust again.

She was trying to be nonchalant about how flushed she looked, she’s blaming it on the hormones. “We have eighteen years of this sweet face. Hopefully he stays this sweet.” For hours everyday hy would just stare at her son still amazed how she even became a mother. “Y’know —

there’s still flaws in your nature, there’s grooves in every beautiful thing.

Cinth had never been great at taking compliments, a bashful smile creeping onto her lips. “I didn’t make him all alone, you did have some part in making him.” Her stomach fluttered feeling his presence looming behind her. “We can’t dwell on the past, you’ve apologised more —

but the heart has its own memory and i have forgotten nothing.

“I guess having a load of nieces and nephews helped a little with knowing what to do. Out of all of us I never expected myself to have a baby.” Gazing adoringly at the small bundle of joy, yawning away. “I’m glad I did, otherwise I would have missed out on this sweet face.” —