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saw 10 missed calls from the jerk. Why is he calling her so much? What could be so important to him. Even if vicky wants another guy, why Brandon? That am acting cool doesn't mean I don't know what to do.
I went upstairs quickly straight to Vicky's room. She was applying cream on her body. Lovely sight. My eyeballs were turning, am drunk. She looked suprised to see me tho.
I went to her and handed her her phone.
She took it and didn't sat anything.
"Am sorry" I finally said after a long
silence.
"What?" She muttered.
I sat beside her on the bed.
"I said am sorry. Don't make me repeat
myself, believe me this hurt harder than it
sounds" I jibed.
"If apologizing to me will end up being a complaint then it's better you just go. Am
sleepy" she said taking her pillow.
"Vicky hear me out. Am sorry for not telling you about the dinner. I just decided not to cause you were pregnant and it'd be stress" i said.
"You're drunk, go and come back tomorrow when you're in your right sense" she said blowing me off.
I pulled her close in a half hug so she
can lean on me.
"I said am sorry hunnn." I cooed. "Please vicky. Forgive me. I won't hide anything like that from you again, that's a promise" I said.
Anything, anything at all to convince her. She shrugged my hands off. Wow... I really hurt her alot when I didn't tell her. She didn't want to say anything.
"Please wifey. It's been long Since I touched baby and you know I can't touch it without your permission. Please am sorry" I pleaded with a crumpled look.
She nodded and I claimed her lips.
Kissing her like I've never before.
"You'll put Brandon on blacklist, huh..." I mumbled inbetween the kiss.
She Chuckled.
"Am serious vic. 10 missed calls in one
hour? Does he want to eat you alive?" I
asked after we broke the kiss.
"He's my friend" she simply said and sat on the bed well. I moved into her holding her to myself.
"You know he likes you" I added. She didn't say anything.
"Randy you're drunk. Go to ur room. I don't want you here" she said.
I kissed her on her forehead.
"Slow down carrot nose. We have to sleep" she said.
"Carrot nose?" I asked.
She laughed.
How am I carrot nose?
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*Weeks later*
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*Randy POV*
I was on the couch working with my laptop. This past few weeks has been stressful. Vicky demanding for one thing or the other. I feel like a nurse.
She's now 5 months pregnant and her tummy is increasing bit by bit. I barely have time for myself. Dad know better than to force me into this marriage. It's making me grow old.
