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 ufortable with the direction of the conversation.


    The door opened, and Monica’s head peeked in. “Can Ie in, Nichs?” 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 exined, 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 ess to but those apples were mine and no one else.Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.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, Nichs. Sharing is a part of loving” Anthony said and I just ignored him without saying a word.