Touch Down

I QUICKLY WALKED away from him and shrugged what happened. I sliced the cake and pizza. I also took juice from the refrigerator and put it in the glass.

“How are you here?” he asked while chewing the food in his mouth.

“Hmm, fine. I’m finishing a proposal for Mr. Lee. I’ll be attending a meeting by Thursday at their office.”

Peter shook his head. I knew he didn’t want me to work. But even though I’m having a hard time because of my pregnancy, I don’t feel like I’m tired because I don’t want to be a burden for him.

“How’s your conference?” I changed the topic.

“The meeting went well,” he said and just shrugged his shoulder. I feel like he doesn’t want us to talk about his visit to the Philippines.

I just nodded and didn’t ask any more questions.

When we finish, Peter went straight to his room. It has also been a few months since he moved to my pad because it was difficult for me to do the choir alone, so I agreed to his offer to accompany me here.

He’s a real gentleman. I admit he is extra sweet, especially when it comes to the baby in my stomach.

Sometimes I can’t help but ask why not just Peter?

I immediately put away what we had eaten. As I did, I could not help but look around at his room. What happened during his last visit to the Philippines? Was there a problem?

Out of curiosity, I went to his room to talk to him.

I pushed the door softly and looked straight at him, who’s now lying on the bed. He only took off his suit while leaving his pants and shoes, probably because he was so tired from the trip that he could not even change his clothes.

As I watched inside his room, I could not help but smile. Even if we spend time together for months, I didn’t enter his room even once. It’s only now that I have been able to observe the cleanliness and orderliness of his entire room.

My lips lifted as I saw our picture right on the nightstand table. It is room in a frame taken from the Eiffel Tower.

I slowly pulled it out to stare at it. He hugged me from behind, and we had the Eiffel Tower in the background.

I gasped and bit my lip hard. Tears started to pool at the corner of my eyes. Peter never left me. He was always by my side, without even asking why. He never took advantage of me. He was willing to give his time, care, and love to me without anything in return.

But here I am, seeking the man who will never be mine again.

I slowly returned the photo to the table and glanced at Peter again. He’s shirtless. I can see the width of his back and the muscles that I thought were angry because of its protruded veins.

I approached him to take off his shoes. But I was stunned by his sudden move.

“I-I’m sorry if I woke you up,” I stuttered and simply looked away. I bit my lip and almost reddened my two cheeks.

“No, it’s okay, Margaux.”

He lay down, and he himself took off his shoes. My lips parted because of the anger of his muscles.

How many times have I seen him naked? Many times.

But this time, I felt my cheeks turned into a sad hot. I can’t help but stare at it for a day.

“Uh, I should go.” I shut my eyes. I can’t help but stutter in front of it. I immediately turned around to step my feet out when he called me.

“Margaux!”

I turned around to face him, and to my surprised, he’s now an inch away from me. He lowered down and looked at me closely.

“W-what?” I stammered.

“I just wanted to say thank you for allowing me to take care of you,” he said softly.

I bent down to hide the biting of my lower lip. My heart is racing, and my knees were betraying me.

“No, I should be the one to thank you. It was a big deal for you to stay here with me, Peter,” I whispered.

He steps closer and puts his finger under my chin. He slowly lifted it so that our gazes were even.

I saw a blazing fire burning in his eyes. There’s also desire, lust, thirst, and hunger in them. I know; it’s not a joke to put up with him while we’re on the same roof.

“You know I will do anything and everything just to make you happy. I like what I do,” he muttered and slowly caressed my cheeks.

I knew he had a lot more to say, based on how his eyes shone and his lips twitched as he stared at me.

In the end, I had nothing to say, so I just hugged him very tightly as if there was no tomorrow.

***

“PETER!!!”

I cried out loud when I felt extreme pain, and water flowed down my thighs.

I am currently cooking while Peter is in the bathroom and taking a bath.

He immediately came out of the bathroom while his body was still wet. He was only wearing a short and trace of concern when he came out.

“What happened?!” he asked nervously.

“I-I think I’m going to give birth!” I shout in pain.

I held tightly to his arm while enduring the pain. But he didn’t get a response. He just stood still and looked at me with disbelief.

“Fuck, Peter! I’m going to give birth!” I shouted. It was only then that he realized what I was saying.

He quickly picked me up and put me in his car, and quickly sit next to me.

“F*ck! I-I forgot my key!” he stuttered.

I bit my lower lip hard. If my stomach hadn’t been sore, I would have laughed at him because his face was even paler than mine.

***

MY EYES WIDENED when I heard the child’s weak cry.

“She’s awake,” Peter whispered to the child before lying down next to me.

“My baby . . .” I said weakly.

Tears welled up in my eyes immediately. I feel full of energy since I have him now in my arms.

My abundant tears kept dripping. He was so white. He got his father’s thick eyebrows and sharp nose.

His lips were also red, and he had dim eyes. He looks like his father. All those features remind me of him. I burst into tears when I saw his lips twitch due to the dimple on both cheeks.

“He’s so adorable,” Peter said to me while caressing my hair.

I bit my lip and nodded. And not a second later, the door opened.

“Congratulations, Ma’am and Sir!” the nurse greeted us with a sweet smile. “What’s the name of the baby?” she asked politely.

“Clarence . . .” Peter said immediately.

I glanced at Peter with a frown. We never talked about the baby’s name.

“Clarence Xander, that will be his name.”

“Hmm, nice name,” the nurse nodded.

“Yes. His name is Clarence Xander,” he repeated before glancing at the baby next to me.