Chapter Thirty One

LORE

Lisa has been impossible. For the past one month, the two of us have been dancing around the same rope of fire and...desire, I see it in her eyes, in the way she trembles when i touch her while i feed her or brush my thumb over her lips. At first, I thought I was imagining things but I wasn't. Maria was right, she needed time to feel the baby grow inside of her, to move and attach to her and it's happening.

I often catch her rubbing her belly and smiling to herself, but I never for a second miss the fear when she realizes what she's doing, at least i wont have to worry about fearing to tell my child that his or her mother didn't want or love them.

I can't put my child through that heartbreak, I was ready to make sure I made he or her feel special and that the absence of a mother doesn't mean they are not loved by many or something is wrong with them. That simmer of care I've seen in Mona towards the baby gave me hope, hope to fight for her to be there for our child even if we d