Sinking Deep (GL)

EPILOGUE

SINKING DEEP
(Ineffable)

Love is like painting; skill and dedication are essential for a beautiful outcome. Just as a painter invests effort, love requires wholehearted commitment to achieve a joyful end.

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After work, I arrived home with pizza, ice cream, and fruits she asked for me to buy. Smiling, I parked the car and headed inside.

Suddenly, our maid exclaimed, "Miss Freyja, the twins are playing with Layla." My eyes widened in shock, and I rushed to see my daughters engaging with the dog. "Azriela! Ashiera! No playing with Layla!" I called out, running towards them.

"Mommy!"
"Mommy!"

As soon as my twin saw me, they immediately run towards me ang envelope their arms on my legs. "Mommy said no playing with Layla, remember?" I reminded my twins gently, hugging them.

"But Layla is cute, Mommy!" They giggled, facing me.

"Layla is cute, but you both have allergies, okay? Mommy needs you to understand," I said, caressing their backs.

"But Mommy, I want to play with Layla! I want to play doggie!" Azriela exclaimed. "Me too, Mommy!" Ashiera chimed in.

I sighed, knowing their allergy to dog hair made playing with dogs a bad idea. "No, Mommy will buy a big dog doll instead, okay?" I suggested, smiling.

"Mommy, mommy! Buy us broom brooms!" Ashiera shouted. "Me too, mommy, buy me a broom broom!" Azriela added, laughing.

I chuckled and handed my purchases to our maid, who promptly took them to the kitchen.

I opened my arms, inviting my daughters for a hug. "Come to Mommy, give Mommy a hug!" I coaxed them. They giggled as they embraced me, and I lifted them. "Where's your mommy?" I asked.

They both pointed upstairs to our room, and I chuckled. I shook my head; she probably wasn't in the mood.

Rhea is pregnant with our third child, conceived through IVF four years ago, resulting in the birth of our twins. However, she desired three kids and was now expecting our third. We patiently waited for four years, ensuring her health before trying for another baby.

Though when she's bearing our twins, her mood swings was undeniably unbeatable. Minsan masaya siya, minsan umiiyak nang walang dahilan, at palaging galit. Her cravings was just as hell like it was a seven stages of grief for me. Akalain niyong bumabangon ako nang tatlong beses sa isang gabi para bilhan at ibigay ang mga cravings niyang pati si Albert Einstein mahihirapan.

Pinagluto niya ako ng carbonara pero dapat kulay pula because she likes red, hindi niya kinain tinitigan niya lang after nun maluto. Imagine the effort I did sa niluto ko, magaling ako magluto oo pero nawawala ang pagka-chief ko pag cravings na niya ang pinag-uusapan. Nang minsan magpaluto siya ng hotdog na sinigang sakin pero dapat hindi maasim, nagpaluto ng fried egg pero dapat walang mantika, nagpaluto ng sobrang maanghan na pancit canton tapos pinaubos sakin lahat.

It was hell for me, halos isang araw rin akong tumambay sa cr after nun, parang inilabas ko ang impyerno mula sa tiyan ko that time.

Masakit, literal.

That night when she asked for paksiw while crying cause she was craving for it agad naman akong nagluto only to know na si Dizza ang gusto niyang magluto nun, like the hell nasa Isla Fuerte si Dizza at gusto niyang agad-agad niya makain. So, pumunta ako kasama siya it was 3am in the morning, 3am!