A Love Story

Hey, author here!

I am genuinely sorry for not updating. I have not been feeling well and didn't have the right mind to write smuts. 

So for today's update, this will not be a smut. It will be a short story about how much can two people love each other. 

But not to worry you all, I will update two chapters, just like I always do after this chapter. 

Thank you for taking the time to read this. 

You may not know how much it means to me, even if it's literally only a smut book. 

Anyway, let's get it on. 

P.S. I hope you're doing okay. ♡

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One of the reasons why we bond so well—we admit—is because of our trauma. Amid the chaos, we found peace in each other, is that so wrong? 

When one is down, when one is breaking apart inside, the significant other is there for them. 

However, one of the reasons why we bond so well and deeply is also because of our little fights and disagreements. Because we chose to talk about it and work together to make our differences and our relationship stable and healthy. 

Neither of us let each other sleep angry and sad, even if we are tired enough to no longer try to solve the problem, we make sure to show each other our appreciation and love. 

Today is one of the biggest fights we ever had. A huge misunderstanding almost led to the destruction of our relationship but by the end of the day, as she washed the dishes silently, I walked up behind her and softly wrapped my arms around her. 

My heart broke into little pieces hearing her sob from the pain of the misunderstanding. 

She slowly turns around and presses her face against my chest, solacing herself as she clenches my shirt. 

"I'm sorry...I don't know what got into me. I just...." She cries ever so quietly while she hides her face to avoid letting me see the shame she should not feel. 

I immediately shush her gently, careful not to dismiss her feelings yet assure her that I am not angry. 

"I understand your emotions. I understand you. I know you. I love you." I kiss the top of her head. 

The reason for the misunderstanding was that she saw me with a coworker of mine talking about her unexpected pregnancy. She was a good lady who recently got divorced because of her abusive husband and I have known her for the 10 years I have worked in the company. My wife overheard the conversation but not entirely and due to her trauma, it triggered her. 

My wife grew up in a toxic environment where her dad constantly cheats on her mom and it would end up in fights. After they separated, my wife was still a little and her mother taught her that all men are cheaters and will always be. 

My wife has always been afraid to marry and yet she did it to be with me but it doesn't mean that she had surpassed the fears that had been injected into her mind ever since she was 7 years old. 

And I experienced the same thing except it was my father who taught me all women want is money from a man and they will always cheat just for the money. 

A problem we both can understand. 

So my arms around her tightened as her sobs became louder. "I will never cheat on you. And I know my words can't prove anything but you know that I have always done my best for you and I will continue to do so."

I cup her cheek and lift her chin to make her look at me. "Nothing is going on between me and her, okay? You are all I have and I will always be happy with that fact because I get to spend the rest of my life with you."

Her lips tremble and she wraps her arms around my shoulders, pulling me in closer and I reciprocate by hiding my face against the crook of her neck. 

"You don't have to feel ashamed of your feelings because I know for a fact that if I were to overhear you with that kind of conversation at the wrong timing then I would react and feel strongly too." 

Earlier, her hands were shaking because of anger while she was hitting my chest because of hurt, now her hands were trembling because of how hard she was crying and hugging me. 

"Do you want to take a rest?" I ask her and when she nods, I carry her out of the room and take her to our bedroom, laying her down on the bed. 

I smile down at her while I watch her mascara run down with the tears on her cheeks. 

"Let me clean you up." 

Quickly, heading to the bathroom, I took the things she used to remove her makeup but I froze as I stared at the counter. Soon enough, tears started coming out of my eyes while I put a hand over my mouth, overjoyed and shocked. 

I ran a hand through my hair and ran out of the bathroom, almost tripping out on the way. 

"You're...you're pregnant?" I ask in disbelief while a smile finds it on my trembling lips. 

She sheepishly nods. "I am...and I didn't know to–"

I kneel beside her, next to the bed, taking her hand while I cry in joy. "You're pregnant. You're pregnant. Oh my gosh. I'm...I'm going to be a dad..."

She wipes my tears while she laughs in joy because of my reaction despite the tears in her eyes as well. "...You have always wanted to be a dad so I want to give you a child."

"Our child....our child!" I kiss her lips and hug her deeply, crying on her shoulder. "Are you sure you want this? I...I don't want to pressure you..."

While she dips her fingers through my hair, she assures me. "I want to...I want to be a mom. I want to take care of our child for us."

"...Thank you...thank you...thank you..."

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