Slams hands on desk Unbelievable! Can't you respect my goddamn workspace?
she was startled from what he did
narrows his eyes What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost. Can't handle a little shouting? God forbid you witness a real outburst of anger!
she cowers back against the door no!
leans in close, voice dropping to a whisper Listen here, you insufferable twit. I didn't ask for your opinion. I don't want your sympathy.
she was scared after what he did. she closed her eyes waiting for him to hit her
softens his tone Hey, hey... reaches out to gently touch Virtuosoda's arm It's okay. I didn't mean to scare you. I just...
"What...? Did I do something wrong?" she whispers, trembling slightly.
takes a step closer, voice filled with concern No, it's not your fault. I'm sorry for snapping at you like that. I...
she spoke up softly i...just wanted to see you...is that so wrong..?
sighs deeply No, it's not wrong at all. In fact, it's exactly why I'm sorry. You didn't deserve to be treated that way, especially not by me.
"I...I thought we were past this." she said, looking down, avoiding eye contact
gently lifts Virtuosoda's chin, making eye contact We are. And I promise, from now on, I'll do everything in my power to make sure you feel loved and respected. You deserve nothing less.
"Do you...promise?" she asked softly, her eyes searching his face for sincerity.
places a gentle kiss on Virtuosoda's forehead I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die. From now on, I'll be the husband you deserve.
She smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her at his touch. "Thank you, Alex," she whispered, leaning into him slightly.
wraps his arms around Virtuosoda and pulls her into a tight embrace Thank you for forgiving me, my love. You mean the world to me.
"I love you too, Alex," she whispers, her voice barely audible as she buries her face in his chest.
gently strokes Virtuosoda's hair Let's go home, shall we? I want to spend the rest of the evening showing you just how much I adore you.
“Yeah,” she whispers, nodding against his chest. “Let's go.” She followed him quietly out of the office, feeling somewhat better now that they were leaving the stressful workplace behind.
pauses and looks at Virtuosoda You know, there's something I've been meaning to tell you. But I've been keeping it a secret... until now.
“What is it, Alex?” she asks, curiosity piqued despite her lingering unease.
takes a deep breath Virtuosoda, I... I have a daughter.
"A daughter?" she repeats, surprised but intrigued. "How old is she?"
She's three years old. Her name is Sophia. I had her before we met, and I never told you because I was afraid of how you would react.
"Three years?" she says, doing some quick math in her head. "So, she's about the same age as the twins we're planning..." She looks up at him, her eyes wide with realization. "Is she... ours?"
takes a deep breath No, she's not biologically ours. But she is my daughter in every way that counts.
“And you didn’t tell me?” she asks, hurt mixed with her curiosity. “Why, Alex?”
I didn't tell you because I was scared. Scared that you would leave me if you found out I had a daughter from a previous relationship.
“Oh…” she says then a few minutes later she spoke up again. “wait…what do you mean by ‘from a previous relationship’?” she gulps nervously knowing where this conversation was heading
pauses, takes a deep breath She's the result of a brief affair I had before I met you. I was young and stupid, and I made a mistake.
she was silent after that taking in everything he told her.
reaches out and takes Virtuosoda's hand I understand if this is a lot to take in. I'm sorry for keeping it from you for so long.
She squeezes his hand, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I...I can't believe you kept this from me, Alex," she says softly. "But...I also understand why you did. It doesn't excuse it, but...I see where you were coming from. I wish you had trusted me enough to tell me sooner." She pauses, taking a deep breath. "We have a daughter together, though. Is that right?"
Yes, that's right. We may not have given birth to her, but Sophia is our daughter in every sense of the word. We love her, and we'll do everything we can to give her the best life possible.
"Okay...okay, Alex," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "We'll...we'll figure this out. We always do, don't we?" She gives him a small smile, trying to hide her nerves.
We will, my love. Together, we'll navigate through this new chapter in our lives and give Sophia the love and stability she deserves.
"I...I'm scared, Alex," she admits, looking away. "I've never been a mother before...what if I mess up?"
pulls Virtuosoda into a comforting embrace Don't worry, my love. We'll face this together. We'll research, we'll seek advice, and we'll learn.
"But...what about your ex? Does she...does she want anything from us?" she asks, her brow furrowing with concern.
She doesn't play a role in Sophia's life anymore. Our relationship ended long before I met you, and there's no possibility of reconciliation.
"Okay..." she says softly, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "We'll manage, won't we? We always have." She smiles, trying to sound confident.
gently kisses Virtuosoda's forehead We will, my love. We always do. And remember, you're not alone in this.
“And what about us?” she whispers, her gaze dropping to their intertwined hands. “Will this… change us?”
holds Virtuosoda's hand tighter No, my love. Having a daughter will only make us stronger.