What We Never Got To Know #6

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❛ introduction *·˚ ༘

hello everyone ! welcome back

to my blog ! today, i am going

to give out my sixth chapter.

I really really missed writing but due to that art including writing, is fluent and can’t be forced, let me say it like this- I can never guarantee when we are “back” but technically we are always here, we are a working progress always hoping to come to life at any inspiration but I may or may not always deliver every week! Never the less, WWNGTK will always be here for you sweethearts.

Special Thanks

I want to thank Micky for inspiring me and continuously sticking around.

I want to thank Cookie Tessa and Gabbi for being my amazing friends.

I also want to thank my cutie Emery for being there for me and always believing in this story.

I also want to thank a bunch of old friends that still believes in my story and my potential and u all probably know who you are so i won’t be needing to name your name. But thank you.

Let me also mention this is my book and my friends and God will kick ur ass if you copy!!!

“What we never got to know...” :copyright: 2019-?

DO NOT STEAL MY BOOK

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Chapter 6

Hardin’s pov

The morning after I looked down at my sleeping and ... pregnant Tess, and smiled to myself. We have got many shots at this before... and it made us both ecstatic, but after the second miscarriage i always made sure to be having one eye in a realistic way other than the joy eye... because when i kept seeing Tessa distraught over herself... blaming herself, saying she killed the baby, i realized early on i needed to step up. And it’s not like i wasn’t sad myself... i was, but... it was never Tessa’s fault even if she said it was. I just needed to somehow convince her ... to see it the way i did. Well not completely because secretly i was a bit freaking out to be a father... and i know i could never tell Tessa this but... sometimes the miscarriages was a relief. Not her sadness, not our baby dying... but my fear of being a dad... a papa... parent...

The instance she starts bleeding whether it be sleeping or standing up, and if she notices it first she cries or mumbles a lot, and first emotion that usually strikes me... is relief.

I feel immensely horrible about that the second after. Because i want this baby just as much as she does. But i know i must... could never be as good providing parent as my Tess. I don’t settle down. I fuck around, well I used to at least.., and still meet my frat group sometimes when i tell Tessa i am going to watch a match. Okay... not the best way to keep her trust by still talking of her to the others and lying to her while being with the others... i only do it when she gets too moody in her pregnant hormones. She can be surprisingly demanding and then stressed or crying the next. I have never seen something like that before. It scares me. Pregnant Tessa scares me. Everytime... and now we are pregnant again...

I looked down upon her, as she smiled from something in dream, and sleeping soundly from yesterday’s news. I sat up slightly and stroke her stomach. “Hey little one. I promise I ... won’t pretend to be perfect to you. I will make mistakes... honestly, probably a lot of them... but I love you already... and we can together protrude her mood swings right? As much as i complain and fear her mood-swings... i bet you will be worth it. Just do us a favor and stay alive.” I said to her stomach and stroke it slightly before ri and going downstairs to cook Tessa some breakfast in bed.

I moved quietly and effectively making scrambled eggs, bacon, her favorite tea, some fiber sandwhiches with avocado on top and then a cup of black coffee for myself. While making it I thought of how bad i was yesterday’s yesterday. Why would Tessa cheat? She never showed any signs of that... but Zed always thinks he can steal Tessa away... so my anger always is rooted in fear. I took a deep breath, as i collect my thoughts, wanting to make rights but i am me. And i can’t help my fears make me turn quick to anger. Just as I was done with the breakfast and placed everything down on the tray I got a sudden thought and frowned.

Should I have picked pancakes instead? I know how much she can crave that but she does really love scrambled eggs... hm... as i look down upon the tray and see i can’t exactly throw the finished food away i decide to make pancakes and she can choose which food she craves most. I quickly swap up pancakes ingredients into dew and then cook them in the pan. First one got a bit burnt. How symbolic. My first attempts always get bad and messed up. Just like this pancake... i throw the burned pancake away into the trash and then I put the rest of the pancakes on the tray and gently pick up the tray and walk upstairs to our bedroom.

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