A really long one-shot! :D Well, at least you al know I actually worked during my days off. Back to work again tomorrow. boo! >< Anyway, please enjoy this and bear with the length. haha

 

 

This is a one shot for my amazing peasant Aussie! :D Sorry I wasn't able to update on your actual birthday, but hey, I actually finished it though.

 

Happy Belated Birthday! <3

 

 

 

 

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Should've Been You

 

There were moments in life where I couldn’t help but wonder why things couldn’t be like they were in movies. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if it was? Some things would’ve just been magical: where love at first sight existed, where serendipity seemed to carry every romance, where every tears were wiped away by gentle fingers, where broken hearts were meant to be glued back to pieces no matter how shattered they were, or where everybody who had loved would be loved back with the same amount they put in the relationship. I just couldn’t help but hate that I wasn’t in one. Because if I was, I would know that things would be alright before the credits were shown; that somehow, even with this shattered relationship I had I would still be happy before the curtain fell or the credits began to roll up; that Taeyeon would hug me and tell me that I was the only one for her. But the sad reality was I was not a movie character, nor was I an actress.

 

It was supposed to be like this: I was the lead role in my own movie and she was my partner. However, it seemed as though that I was booted off from being the main lead without notice.

 

Now, I stood on the sidelines watching the person who promised me forever walk hand in hand with this girl whom she seemed to fancy. They seemed so happy and content as they walked to work together, while I stood on the other side of the road with our baby in my embrace, trying to hush her as she cried and this made me cry in the process. I held her tight, the only thing significant in my life now, and prayed to whoever listened to me to make this pain go away.

Was I some extra character that built their love story?

 

Seeing how happy they were gave me very little hope and drew me to concluding that I was never the lead; I simply was a woman that meant nothing to her, an accessory even, but at the same time I was the very woman who loved her with all of me. I was the martyr I always hated in movies; however, I wouldn’t let Taeyeon hurt me anymore. I wouldn’t be that stupid. Side characters like me shouldn’t just stay silent and accept their happily-ever-after. We should all stand up against this stereotype and fight back.

 

****

 

Kim Taeyeon stood in front of me with her head hung low, avoiding any eye contact possible with me - like the ground was the one talking to her; her bangs covered her eyes from where I stood; and I hated that she couldn’t face me, but at the same time I was expecting this. She should at least have some shame the moment she got confronted. Who wouldn’t after having an affair while her wife was at home, taking care of their daughter? Who would have the confidence to look into my eyes after getting caught?

We finally got our daughter after almost a year of waiting since filing for adoption. And this was how she repaid me? Us? By going out every night with her so-called colleagues, while I stayed at home, wondering where she was? Sometimes even worried if she had gotten in an accident; sometimes even feeling bad that Taeyeon was working so much for us, while I took a maternity leave. I sure as hell didn’t deserve any of this. Nobody did. I mean, this was the person who promised to stay with me in sickness and in health till death did we part. What happened if I was really sick or even paralyzed? Could I expect her to love me endlessly? We weren’t even married for two years yet, and she already had an affair. I just couldn’t trust this person in front of me anymore.

 

I wouldn’t play the martyr like I was supposed to. So I was doing this to repay the debt I have to myself. I couldn’t let her hurt me any longer since she didn’t deserve any forgiveness, nor was I willing to play the part I was supposed to. “Before, I told myself that this was a phase, you know?” I said to her; my hands were curled to balls, trying to suppress the anger that was building. Trying to avoid any lawsuit that she might be able to use on me in court; I didn’t need a domestic violence charge or an assault charge. I would make sure my baby would fall under my custody, and that was the only thing keeping me from hitting her. She actually should be thankful we adopted a child together, or else she wouldn’t come out of her cheating without a slap or two or maybe ten. “That is maybe because we’re a family now, you’re starting to get tired of this - of us.”

 

“Jessica, don’t do this here,” she mumbled; her eyes still on the ground.

 

I didn’t care that we were in front of her work place; actually it was good that we were here, and people would know what kind of person she really was. “Why? Where else can I do this since you’re never home to begin with?” There was no reply from her, and so I continued on with whatever I had left to say, “Remember those times we watched movies, and you told me our love story was better? Remember that?”

 

I heard everything: the honking of cars, the engines running, the chatter of passersby, even my own heart beating seemed like a drum chanting. It seemed everything was amplified, and somehow I got this sensitive hearing, but I couldn’t even hear her breathing. It was as though shame painted whatever life she may had. This scene somehow reminded me of a movie we both watched together, where the lead actress was crying in the rain. “Remember that movie and we thought it was always romantic when actors cry in the rain to hide their tears?” I stopped as my eyes started to sting a little, but I couldn’t flinch. I couldn’t just hide the fact that I was hurt. I couldn’t close my eyes and pretend I didn’t see anything, and pretend I wasn’t hurting. There was no going back now; there was no returning to whatever it was we had because all we had was long gone. So all I needed was to move forward with my new life without her, and take care of my daughter.

 

I continued, “But I realize I don't want to hide mine. Actors are paid people to fake whatever it is we want to see.” I paused as I bit my lip to stop myself from hurting her. I trembled but tried my best to stay there. I wanted her to hear everything I wanted to say so she knew the pain I was in for the last time. “I want you to see how much pain I've gone through by loving you. I want you to see this with your eyes wide open so don't you dare look away, damn it!” I yanked her hand, making her look my way. And she did; she looked at me, shame was in her eyes; it was only a split second but that eye contact made me realize that I truly deserved better. She was too ashamed about her affair, so why was I bothered enough to confront her? Why was I stupid enough to hurt for such a person?

 

“Taeyeon,” I called her name, but her eyes seemed to be glued to the floor again. It might actually be the last time I would bother calling her by her name. I knew it might hurt, but I’d rather be in this excruciating pain now than be hurt constantly by her. “Don’t bother coming home. Your things will be in the dumpster; if you want to collect them, you can get them there. You belong there anyway.”

 

“Wh---” She started but I didn’t let her continue.

 

“Also, don’t bother with Felicity; I’ll take care of her.”

 

“You can’t do that!” She finally looked at me and grabbed my wrist, not allowing me to leave.

 

I yanked my hand, and looked at her in disgust. “Don’t touch me with those hands you touched your mistress with.”

 

“You can’t do this to me. Felicity is my daughter, too!”

 

“I adopted her, and she carries my last name. Plus, do you honestly think I’ll allow your woman to touch my daughter?” Before leaving, I told her, “I’ll let my lawyer do all the talking now. Have a horrible life.”

 

****

 

“What will you do with Felicity?” Tiffany, my best friend,  asked me after sipping coffee. “I mean, she can’t live with your parents forever.” She then looked back at the cafe’s door as it rang a bell, indicating incoming patrons.

 

I sighed just at the thought of this. Soon after I confronted Taeyeon, Felicity had been staying at my parents’, which was a two-hour drive from home. I didn’t want her in the house just yet since Taeyeon usually banged on the door, asking to see us. There was a time when she did that drunk; I had to call the neighborhood security to get her off the property since it was in the middle of the night. Not only did I not want to see her, but I didn’t want Felicity to be awakened by her constant ruckus. She begged for forgiveness, but I couldn’t give her that anymore. Even with her kneeling and pleading, I still stood by my decision. Just like what I learned from the movies we both watched together, once a cheater would always be a cheater.

 

I just recently got divorced from her, and thanks to her acts, I was granted full custody of our -- my daughter. Not only that but I was also granted my restraining order just this week so I could finally have her arrested if she got near me or my property again.

 

“Right now, I’m thinking of hiring a nanny,” I said to Tiffany. I knew then that it would be hard to be a single parent. But I wouldn’t want my daughter to grow up in an environment where her parents played pretend. She deserved a better life than that. When we filed for an adoption, Taeyeon and I agreed that no matter what happened, everything we did would be for the benefit of our future child, and I was just doing that. One of us needed to keep that part of the bargain especially now that we were separated.

 

“You really trust nannies? They are strangers, you know?” Tiffany shuddered. That reminded me of a story she told when her parents were away for business or pleasure, she was hit by her nanny with an extension cord and was tied with one. Ever since then, she was traumatized by them and was never been able to live with any nanny ever again. Because of that incident, Tiffany actually often donates money to orphanages so that they could live more comfortably; she was actually the one who wanted to adopt, she told me this back in college, but for some reason, she still hadn’t. It may be because she was single. “Nannies are creepy.”

 

I sighed at the thought. I wouldn’t want Felicity to experience what Tiffany had gone through. I couldn’t leave her with a stranger, but what choice did I have? “What am I supposed to do? Bring her to work? Quit my job?”

 

“Since I’m mostly free, why don’t you just bring her to my apartment before you go to work and pick her up after?” she said with a huge, confident smile on her face. “I really love that kid so I don’t mind.”

 

Tiffany was an architect and was working privately. She simply drew the prints, and submitted it to companies, and if it was approved she would then be paid. I sometimes wished I was also a freelance; however, the income would be unstable. Plus, my forte was to lead a team so that would never work out for me being in banking and finance. I just couldn’t be like Tiffany, and to be honest, it worked for her, but I’m sure it wouldn’t for me. “But aren’t you busy?”

 

“Not really,” she said nonchalantly as she took another sip of her coffee. “I’m so free nowadays. I don’t even know what to do with my time anymore.”

 

“She might cry when you’re drawing some blueprints, and that---”

 

Tiffany stood up from her seat across and then sat on the empty seat beside me. She wrapped her arm around my shoulder, and rubbed it a little. “We’ve been friends for a long time now, Jessi. I’m here for you.”

 

I softly smiled and said, “Thanks.” For some reason, it felt comforting coming from my best friend. I knew it wasn’t a lie coming from a movie. That somehow she truly meant it. Because if I was in her shoes, I would’ve said the same thing and would do anything for her.

 

“But in return, you’ll help me search for an apartment around your area, yeah? I mean, a thirty minute driv---”

 

“That, I can’t let you do.”

 

“What? Why not?”

 

“I can’t let you move just because of this, you know?” I frowned a little. “I don’t want to impose on you more than I already do.”

 

Tiffany scowled as she let go of me. “My lease is up next month, so by moving, that will save us both some time.”

 

“Why don’t you stay with me then?” I suggested. It would actually be great if Tiffany lived with me since I wouldn’t feel so lonely. “It’s free and convenient for the both of us.”

 

“No. I can’t do that, Jessi.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“I can’t leech off you like that. And I also have a lot of trash I’ll haul with me.”

 

“How about you pay for rent? There is an empty bedroom downstairs so you’ll have some privacy. And just across that is an empty office. You can put all your crap there, yeah?”

 

“I don---”

 

“Don’t you think by this, we’re helping each other out?” I argued. If Tiffany was around, I would really feel so much better. If she was to take care of Felicity, my heart would feel so much at ease when I would be away. “Please?”

 

“Jessi, living together? You know I’m a slob, right? You’d hate living with me.” She giggled as she scratched her head, obviously embarrassed of her lifestyle.

 

“I lived with a bigger pig so I have no issues if I have to clean after you,” I said as I smiled at

her, hoping that would do the trick.

 

“What would Taeyeon say though? It is her office I’ll take over.”

 

“I don’t care what she thinks. My parents bought the house for me. And plus, it’s under my name.” I then flashed a smile at her. “So you’re taking it, right? You’ll live with me?” There was no reply so I grabbed her arm, shaking her. “Please? Please?” I repeated so many times.

 

“Okay! Okay,” she said as her head waved from side to side.

 

“Thank you!” I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her closer to me.

 

****

 

I was carrying some of Tiffany things to the house as we both unload her car with her things. She really didn’t own much since the previous apartment she rented was furnished. She bought pieces of furniture that would be delivered on Monday, and so on my day off, we decided that we would bring whatever belongings she had and start organizing them.

 

As I entered the living room, heading to Tiffany’s bedroom, she busied herself by playing with Felicity. “Wow, really? That’s how you feel?”

 

“What?” Tiffany asked as she gently rubbed Felicity’s arm, who was soundly asleep in her rocking pink baby bouncer.

 

“It would be nice if you stop bugging her and help me, you know?” I said as I raised my brow.

 

Tiffany laughed. “I can’t help it. She’s just too cute!” she said as she stood up and took the box from me. “I think she took after me,” she said, sounding so convinced herself.

 

I couldn’t help but laugh as I believed a part of Tiffany meant it. “If she takes after someone’s beauty, shouldn’t that be me?”

 

She looked back, face distorted. “She got my eyes, Jessi.”

 

“How did she get your eyes when she’s not from you?”

 

“Just because!” she said as she entered the room.

 

Rolling my eyes, I simply stayed silent. There was no point in arguing with Tiffany. Actually, I was glad that she liked Felicity to this extent. I wouldn’t have to worry whenever I wasn’t home; I was positive that she would be a better influence on my daughter than Taeyeon would ever be. So this was good. Great, even.

 

“Hey, what do you want for dinner?” she asked as she set the box at the corner of her room.

 

“So by ‘what do you want’ you mean what cuisine, right? Like take out?” I laughed. I mean, why wouldn’t I? She asked as though she could cook, but in reality, she was probably worse than I was.  

 

She looked at me with her eyes narrowed. “You think that’s funny?”

 

“Yes, I actually do.” I laughed some more.

 

“Whatever.”

 

“Pizza. Want me to order some pizza?”

 

She shook her head, and then fished for her phone. “I’ll order. My treat since you’re helping me move.”

 

There were more things to unload, so I headed out to carry more of her things. When I entered the front door, I saw Tiffany carrying Felicity, singing her a lullaby as she gave her the yellow pacifier.

 

“Was she crying?” I asked as I set her things on the coffee table.

 

Tiffany nodded. “You know, we need to buy her some more pink things. Most of her stuff are yellow. Like, really? Yellow?”

 

It really was helpful to have someone around to help me with Felicity. “Taeyeon bought them,” I said as I carefully took Felicity from her after sanitizing my hands.

 

“I’m sure she did. So you know what, from now on, we will buy her pink things, okay?”

 

I looked Tiffany in the eyes. “You really don’t have to spend anything on her.”

 

“I know,” she said in a factly manner. “But I want to,” she continued. “There’s nothing wrong with pampering my daughter, right?” she flashed a proud smile.

 

Well what was I supposed to say after that?

 

“I’ll go outside and grab my things so we’ll be done with that. Pizza’s going to be here in twenty,” she said. And before she walked out, she gave Felicity a kiss on her cheek.

 

****

 

I picked up a to-go order at an American restaurant for Tiffany and myself since it was my turn to provide for dinner. We agreed that we would take turns on this since neither of us were good at cooking. On my way home, I passed by a movie rental store; Tiffany and I were both movie junkies so I decided to pull over and rent one.

It was already eight in the evening, and I knew I was late. But I couldn’t help it since I had a very important meeting with an investor that dragged longer than expected. I pulled into the garage, and entered the house. “Tiffany?” I called but was soon shushed by her. I followed the sound that came from her office. She was rocking the crib we had set up there with her left hand, whilst drawing with the other. I couldn’t help but smile at my best friend as she seemed to have gotten used to living with us. “Hey,” I called softly and when she looked back, I raised the bag of food and gestured for her to follow me.

 

I set everything on the dining table, and took our food out.

 

“Welcome home,” Tiffany said.

 

“Thanks. I grabbed some ribs for us.” I handed her her container. “And I got a movie.”

 

“Movie? Is this your bribe for being out so late?” She crossed her arms.

 

I giggled a little. “Quit the acting. I told you I might be late today.”

 

“Is this how a married woman is supposed to act? Your wife’s home, waiting for you the whole night and is so starved.” She rolled her eyes as she sighed.

 

I threw a napkin that I just crumpled  at her. “You’re so stupid sometimes.”

 

“Sometimes, eh?” she said as she started to pick on her food. “I’m so hungry.”

 

I frowned at her. “I’m sorry. I’ll call the next time I’ll be late, okay?”

 

Tiffany shook her head. “It’s really not a problem. I don’t mind eating late.”

 

“No, you’re already doing so much for me. I don’t even know where I’ll be without you in my life.” I sighed. “The last thing I want to do is to starve you.”

 

She pouted as she closed her eyes; her arms were crossed on her chest. “But I like eating dinner with you. You know, I feel like I’ll go crazy since the only person I talk to is Felicity the whole day.” She then took a peek, and smiled softly at me. “I want to hear how your day was.”

 

I smiled at her. “Really, really tiring.”

 

She stood up and grabbed my food from me. “Let’s eat in the family room and watch the movie there, yeah?” She didn’t even give me time to reply as she was already heading there, carrying our food in her hands, whilst biting the DVD case with her lips. She sat everything on the coffee table, and soon the entertainment system. “Oi! Hurry up. You have to be asleep by ten, you know?”

 

“What’s this? I have a curfew?” I jokingly asked as I headed to where she was after getting three bottles of water: one for me, and two for Tiffany. Only by living with her had I noticed that she really did drink two bottles for every meal. She was preaching to me how she took care of her skin by drinking a lot of water, and I should do the same.

 

She patted the seat beside her. “Hurry!”

 

“Yes, yes, Master.” I rolled my eyes at her.

 

Tiffany let out a laugh. “I’m glad you’re finally learning.” She handed me my food as soon as I got there, and in exchange, I placed her water close to her.

 

“I swear, sometimes I wonder how I put up with you.”

 

“Oh?” She crossed her arms. “You make it seem like I’m a horrible person to live with,” she said as she finished with a pout. “I mean, sure I don’t do a lot of cleaning and my room and office are usually full of crumpled paper, but... but...”

 

“I was kidding,” I said as I ruffled her hair, which she swatted away soon after. “I’m really happy that you’re with me.”

 

“That’s good,” she said while smiling at me. “I actually feel like I have a family this way.” She paused as the movie started, but then continued, “Like you and Felicity are my family. And weird enough, I wouldn’t trade to be anywhere else but here.”

 

“Oh? Tiffany, the girl who never wanted to have a family, doesn’t mind to be here?” I teased.

 

She pouted at me.“I used to want to adopt, remember? So I do want a family.”

“Then?”

 

“I just don’t want it right now. I’m still too young to do it on my own.” She shrugged she then looked me in the eyes; I couldn’t read her expression. It surprised me since she usually showed me a bright smile. “I just don’t mind it since it’s the both of you.”

 

I honestly didn’t have words to say to her. What was there to say after that anyway? That she was a better person than Taeyeon? We all knew that. That I was happy she was in my life? I already told her that. And for some reason, I felt like staying silent was the best for the both of us.

 

****

 

My phone rang and it read on the caller ID that it was my secretary. “Hello, Miss Jung? There’s someone on the line looking for you. Do you want me to transfer the call?”

 

“Who is it?”

 

“It’s Miss Kim Taeyeon again,” she paused and I heard her gulping. “I know you gave clear instructions to not connect the call and I’m sorry; however, she said it’s an emergency.”

 

I closed my eyes and held the bridge of my nose as I sighed. “Transfer the call.”

 

“Yes, Miss Jung.”

 

The moment I heard the beep, I said, “What do you want?”

 

“I just want to hear your voice,” she said softly.

 

I grunted. “This is your emergency? Can’t you leave me alone? I’ve moved on now, Taeyeon. It’s been seven months already!”

 

“Bu---”

 

“For the love of God, can you just let me live my life in peace?” I slammed my hand on my desk.

 

“I just came by the hou---”

 

“You did what!? I swear to God, Taeyeon, I will call the cops on you if you---”

 

“Why is Tiffany there!?” She asked and I could sense the anger in her tone.

 

Taeyeon never raised her voice at me, and I was a bit taken aback, but who was she to question the fact that Tiffany resided with us now? Who did she think she was? “First of all, Tiffany’s doing what you were supposed to be doing,” I said to her, not flinching. “Second, she lives there now. Thir---”

 

“Are you guys together now?”

 

“What’s with that tone?” I yelled over the phone. “You think you have the right to question me? You walked out on this relationship, Taeyeon. So don’t you ever---”

 

“So you are?” She cut me off. “You’ve replaced me with her? She’s the one taking care of my daughter? You don’t want me back in your lives because of her? Is tha---”

 

“So what if I’m dating her or not? I don’t know if you’ve gone insane, but we’re over, Taeyeon. Over.” She was saying something, but my mind was clouded with anger. I didn’t want to hear her speak ever again. “What do you mean your daughter? You were the one who walked away first, so don’t give me this bullsh!t!”

 

“I’m trying to set things right, yet you’re not letting me! You’ve replaced me with that good-for-nothing!”

 

“Don’t you ever speak badly of Tiffany! You will never come close to how great of a person she is!” Just before I slammed the phone back, I then yelled, “Don’t you ever come near us ever again, or I will have you arrested for not following your restraining order!”

 

****

 

Since Taeyeon’s call this afternoon, I wasn’t in the best mood. Heading home, every driver upset me as they seemed to not know how to drive properly: some cut corners, some turned without blinkers, some simply annoyed me just because they were there.

 

After parking my car in the garage, I walked into the house. Hearing giggles from Tiffany and Felicity, I followed their voices. They were both in the dining room, as Felicity was in the walker, whilst Tiffany fed her. “Come on, Felicity. Your mom will scold me if you don’t eat well.”

 

Just seeing this, my heart started to feel so much lighter. Like all the negative emotions I felt were suddenly lifted. It simply amazed me how these two seemed to be bring the best in me.

 

“Ma...ma!” Felicity called as she banged her hand on her walker.

 

“Yes, your mom will. So please eat.” Tiffany then tried feeding her one more time, and Felicity did open , only to spit the baby food out. “I guess that’s enough. Let’s get you changed, okay?” She then reached for my baby, and carried her. When she turned around, she finally saw me. “How long have you been standing there?”

 

“Not that long.” I walked over to where she was, and reached for Felicity.

 

Tiffany shook her head. “Go get changed first, and I’ll change her clothes, too. Then you can play with her.”

 

“Bu---”

 

“No buts. Go now.” She then patted my shoulder. “I’ll take care of things here.”

 

“I’ll be back,” I said as I sighed heavily.

 

“Oh,” Tiffany then said, catching my attention before I went upstairs. “I did Felicity’s laundry, and I picked up your work clothes from the cleaner’s.”

 

“You didn’t have to.”

 

“It’s fine. I don’t mind since I went out with Felicity earlier.”

 

“Oh? What did you guys do?”

 

Tiffany then pushed me. “Go get changed and I’ll tell you how exciting our day was.” She then headed to her office since she put some of Felicity’s clothes there and a changing station. I went upstairs to see my clothes on my bed. Even though I clean after Tiffany a lot, she, too, helped me greatly. By having her here, it seemed as though I had someone who looked after me also. It wasn’t a one sided thing, and I really appreciated and cherished everything that she had done for us. Sometimes, I wished for this to go on for a long time, but I knew one day she would have to start her own family, which caused me to frown. This was a sad reality, but I placed it behind my mind, not wanting to imagine a life without her here.

 

After I changed to comfier clothes, I headed downstairs and saw Tiffany on the couch, while Felicity was in her playpen. “What movie are we watching today?” I asked her.

 

“Frozen?” She showed me the Blu-Ray case, and I simply nodded in reply.

 

“So tell me what you guys did today.”

 

“Oh yeah,” she said as she stood up and put the movie in. “I needed to submit some stuff so we went for a ride downtown so we went shopping a little. Then we went to the park so she can actually have some sunlight, you know?”

 

“I see. Seemed like you had a nice date at the park,” I giggled. “You didn’t spend much, right?” I raised a brow at her since I knew she was the type of person to splurge on Felicity - to a point that it wouldn’t be healthy at all.

 

She shook her head. “Actually, I love Frozen that much we simply went to buy their merchandise.” She flashed a proud smile as she pointed at the new plushies in the crib. “I love the movie so I can’t help but buy it for her.”

This really was just like her. Since the toys were for kids, she used Felicity as an excuse to buy the things she wanted. “Maybe it’s for you?”

 

“Hey! Don’t be mean.” She pouted once again. “But all in all, it was a fun day.”

 

Since I could only spend time with them on weekends, I felt as though Tiffany was being the great mother here. “I’m really jealous.”

 

“Yeah, you should be! It was really fun, but next time we should go together. Especially when Felicity’s old enough to play.”

 

Even though Tiffany didn’t know how much her words lifted the fear that this would be something temporary, I was thankful. I mean, simply imagining it already scared me so much, what else if she actually did walk away? If there would no longer be days that we’d be together? That constant fear vanished with her words, telling me that she would still be around when Felicity was old enough. “For sure,” I beamed a smile at her and sat beside her.

 

“You should’ve been there though. It would’ve been so much fun.”

 

It almost slipped my mind. Today, Taeyeon was here and that was how she found out that Tiffany lived with me.  “Was Taeyeon here earlier?”

 

“What are you talking about?” Tiffany scratched the back of her head.  She was never good at lying. She always acted awkwardly whenever she lied. So I raised her brow at her, hinting her that I already know that Taeyeon did show up. “I saw her when I was pulling up.”

 

“Did she say anything?”

 

“No. Nothing really,” she nonchalantly said as she started playing the movie.

 

“Really? Taeyeon said nothing to you?” I knew Taeyeon never liked my best friend since she made more money than Taeyeon, and she didn’t have to be stuck in a cubicle. And she thought that Tiffany’s life was easy because her parents were business people. But it wasn’t really the case. I understood both Taeyeon’s and Tiffany’s dispositions since I was in a relationship with the former, and I lived the same life as the latter. So I was neutral on this. Although, I constantly tried to persuade Taeyeon to giving Tiffany a chance, but her envy got the better of her.

 

“Well, you know, typical Taeyeon.” Tiffany shrugged.  So did she mean Taeyeon said a thing or two to her and she didn’t care? “She was asking how I was doing and how I still manage to stay alive without a permanent job.”

 

“She’s just bitter you make better money than she does with a permanent job.” I scoffed. I knew Taeyeon wouldn’t change and her dislike for Tiffany was amplified by her staying here. But why? She shouldn’t be bothered since we were already over. Everything about us should had been thrown away already.

 

Tiffany sighed. “Before, I honestly didn’t understand why she hates me, you know? But now, at least I can understand why she would hate me.” I looked at her, confused. True that Taeyeon showed through her actions that Tiffany wasn’t someone she liked being around with, but what brought this up? “I mean, if you think about it, if I was in her position and she was in mine, I’d hate her, too.”

 

I cocked my head to the side, confused with my face distorted. “What do you mean?”

 

“Wouldn’t you hate someone who you think took everything from you?” She looked at me, smiling softly as though she really felt that way. I opened my mouth to say something, but there was nothing I wanted to say, so I decided to simply remain silent.  “But then, I was the one who dropped everything, so why should I hate her? I slacked, so I lost, right?” She said this almost as though it was accompanied by her pain and longing.

 

“You’re right. She’s a moron. I honestly don’t know why----”

 

She rubbed the top of my head. “Don’t say it. You really don’t mean it.” She then pulled me closer to her. “You did love her, and she did love you back. You just had a falling out.” It really was weird. Even though she didn’t hear my words, she was able to know what I was meaning to say.

 

“B---”

 

“And because she’s stupid, I get to spend more time with you and Felicity, I think I should thank her.” She then laughed. “That will piss her off though, so maybe not.”

 

“Thanks,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her waist, making myself more comfortable. It was weird how she was beginning to be a bigger part of me, and how her words were comforting. I mean, moments ago I wanted to skin Taeyeon alive, but by her talking about how it was also a good thing, I guess things were better. I could have it much, much worse had she not been with me. So, without Taeyeon knowing, I thanked her stupidity even though it hurt me at one point.

 

****

 

“Happy birthday, Jessi,” Tiffany greeted as I walked out my bedroom as she was in Felicity’s room beside mine. “What do you want to do today?” She was in an upbeat mood so early in the morning.

 

“Thanks,” I smiled at her. I headed to where they both were and carried Felicity.

 

“So,” Tiffany started. “Do you have any plans today?” Plans? I really didn’t plan anything aside spending time with the both of them.  I shook my head in reply. “Well, we can go have lunch at your favorite Italian restaurant, and then we can also go shopping or something?”

 

“That will do,” I said. “Felicity’s getting heavier, I swear I sometimes feel like my arms are just going to fall off.”

 

She laughed and lightly pinched Felicity’s cheek. “But even if they feel like they’re about to fall off, you still hold her because she’s so cute! I swear I love this baby!” She was closing and opening her hands in front of Felicity and was acting as though she was going to bite her.

 

“I’m jealous that you get to spend more time with her,” I said as I pouted. I have been busy for the past couple of weeks, and I hated it. “It sometimes feels like you’re the mother, and I’m the babysitter.”

 

Tiffany laughed and patted my back. “It’s okay. She can have two mommies.”

 

“She’s supposed to grow up with two, but things change, you know?” Stupid Taeyeon and her infidelity. We were supposed to raise Felicity together, but nothing was permanent, and I wouldn’t stop life because of this. I would still have to move on with my life, and right now, it’s a great thing that Tiffany was with me to help me out with everything here. Really, I would always be thankful for her being there the whole time, always doing her best for me, and I probably couldn’t repay her enough. “Well at this rate we’re going, she’ll really think you’re the mother and not the ‘aunt’.”

 

“Which I don’t mind.”

 

That was a bit surprising. Tiffany was always good with babies, but she usually only lasted for an hour or so. Mainly until the baby needed a diaper change, and she would be over it. But spending time with Felicity seemed to have changed her views on that. The Tiffany standing before me wasn’t the Tiffany I knew back then. Before, she would be out and having fun, but now she was a shut in, only focusing on Felicity and her work. This actually made me feel bad, knowing that I had imposed so much on my best friend’s life. “We’ve been staying together for nine months now, and you still haven’t gone on a date or something.” Actually, this didn’t sit well with me, but what could I do? I couldn’t selfishly lock her inside the house and I wanted her to be happy. So even if I didn’t want to share my best friend, I just thought that I had to give for once. I needed to think of Tiffany’s happiness, too, and not just my benefit.

 

“No time,” she nonchalantly said.

 

I frowned at her. Of course she didn’t have time. She took care of Felicity when I was away, and when I was home, she would be doing her job or would be watching movies with me. I didn’t even know Tiffany was a movie junkie also until she stayed with me. “Mayb--”

 

“No, Jessi.” She smiled at me. “It isn’t because of Felicity. I’m just over the dating scene now.”

 

“Really?” I asked as I wiped the drool from Felicity’s cheek with her bib.

 

I then looked up to see Tiffany nodding. “Plus, what would my wife say if her wife is out, dating a younger girl? What was it you said before?” She her invisible mustache with a smirk on her face.

 

“Have a horrible life,” we said in unison and both laughed at the same time.

 

And then I threw the dirty bib at her face. “You’re stupid sometimes,” I said, still giggling though.

 

“What? Do you honestly think I’d want you to say that to me? Hell no!” Tiffany then laughed and told me I should get ready so we could have more time to have fun and celebrate my birthday since she and Felicity are both ready to go.

 

Being roommates with Tiffany made me realize so much about her. I thought that Tiffany was never the type of person to plan things and would usually go with the flow, but it seemed to be that whenever we go out - the three of us - she would have things planned from where to go and where to eat.

 

After getting ready, Tiffany was already downstairs, standing by the door to the garage. She had Felicity set in her carrier. “Ready?” she asked as she looked at me.

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Let’s take my car.”

 

“Why not mine?” I asked. Since I was always imposing on Tiffany, I didn’t want her to do more when I can help. “I’ll drive.”

 

“No,” she argued. “It’s your birthday so you can’t do anything.”

 

“That’s not right.” I shook my head.

 

She pouted. “Nope. I’m driving. Let’s go.”

 

**********

 

 

As we entered, I saw my parents seated at a big round table. With a smile on my face, I looked to my side. “You invited them?!” Tiffany just grinned and urged me to walk to my parents; I lunged at them, hugging them. “I can’t believe you’re here!” My mom kissed me on the cheek and my dad hugged me tight, wishing me a happy birthday. “Thanks. I’m glad you’re here.” I sat down next to Tiffany’s seat, but she was busy setting Felicity’s carrier on the chair.

 

“Tiffany actually told us to come,” my mother said as she pointed at the busy Tiffany. I looked at her, who was busy tending to my daughter, who was placed in between us; sometimes, I couldn’t believe how much this single person had done for us. Remembering it now, even when we were back in middle school, Tiffany always prioritized my needs and wants over her own. Maybe I have had been selfish all along. How come Tiffany could always be there for me, and I didn’t even try hard to push Tiffany to a relationship? Selfish me, right? The feeling of guilt seeped in, creating knots in my stomach and building a lump in my throat.

 

“What’s wrong?” my best friend asked with worry, frowning at me.

I gave a reassuring smile; I didn’t like the look on Tiffany’s face; and said,  “Yeah. Of course. Let’s order.” I grabbed the menus that was placed at the center of the table to seem normal, and handed each one to them, subconsciously answering the wrong question. But maybe that was also for the better as I averted the subject from myself to the food.

 

“It’s not like we have to look at the menu, Jessi.” Tiffany laughed. “We’re always here anyway.” This was true. We were there at least twice a month. When I brought Tiffany there for the first time - she never liked Italian except for spaghetti - I remembered begging her to try anything else, which she complied. Weird. Why was I realizing this now? Tiffany had been there for me since middle school and what had I actually given to Tiffany? A chore - to take care of us. What kind of a person was I? “Are you feeling unwell?” she asked once again, concerned that  I seemed out of it.

 

“Do you have a fever?” my mom now asked.

 

I shook my head with a smile on, not letting them worry just because I was preoccupied by my own thoughts.  “I’m just hungry.”

 

“I am, too,” my father said as he held his beer belly.

 

Hearing this, the server went up to us, asking for their orders. Like usual, I ordered my favorite dish and Tiffany did the same. “Are you sure about that? No to boring spaghetti?” I joked as I recalled our first few visits here with her.

“What? I always order this.”

 

“Sure,” I said as she rolled her eyes.

 

Tiffany laughed. “I grew to like it?” she said in a suggesting tone. “It’s really not that bad, I realized after you shoved it forcefully down my throat before.” The memory caused me to laugh since I did remember it clearly; it was when we just started living together and for the umpeeth time, my best friend ordered spaghetti and meatballs and it actually irked me that she always just ordered the safest dish on the menu so I kind of decided to force Tiffany to at least try her food, and with so much begging from me, she did so.

 

******

 

“Go on and have fun,” my mother said as she was carrying Felicity. “I think you and Tiffany deserve a break, right, dear?” she asked my dad, who was drinking coffee.

 

“Bu---”

 

But before I could refuse, my mother then said, “Hon, it’s fine. I think you and Tiffany deserve a break. Why don’t Felicity stay with us for the weekend and we’ll drop her off on Monday? It’s your birthday so you and Tiffany should go.” She was ecstatic, not leaving me any room to refuse. But then maybe she was right; we were always taking care of Felicity so it should be so they should take a break from it. “Go on a date; we’ll return her on monday.”

 

Date? What date? Tiffany and I? We weren’t in a relationship. I looked at Tiffany, who was laughing as she scratched the back of her head. “I still have to buy you your present so we should go, Jessi,” Tiffany said as she urged me on. “I’m sure Felicity will be fine. We can even drive to their house tomorrow to fetch her if you’re that worried. Right, Mom?” she asked as she looked my mother in the eyes. Funny how she was more comfortable around my parents than Taeyeon ever was. Maybe because ever since we became friends, my parents welcomed her with open arms, and she never really had that kind of warm home.

 

Well, Tiffany did deserve a break from everything so this was a good idea. I then kissed Felicity on the forehead and hugged my parents goodbye. They reminded me of the presents they got and so I got the shopping bags containing another jewelry set and a bag. They always showered me with luxurious presents even as a kid; I figured this was due to the fact that I was an only child. Tiffany and I walked with them to the valet, waiting for both of the cars since they had to transfer Felicity’s seater anyway. After doing so, my parents bid us goodbye and Tiffany and I both kissed my baby’s forehead once again, not believing that we were separating from her. Seeing this, my mother reminded us once again that they would return her by Monday so there was no need for us to worry. After everything, they both got in the car and Tiffany started to drive off.

 

***************

 

The day went by really quick since after lunch, we went shopping and Tiffany wouldn’t stop buying me things simply because I didn’t want to tell her what I wanted. Honestly speaking, being around Tiffany was enough but I ended up picking something for myself since my peculiar best friend wouldn’t stop buying random things unless I personally asked for something. Sure, Tiffany was odd but it was a nice kind of odd- it had always been the same for us since we met, and I liked her kind of breath-of-fresh-air might I call it. It was something I wouldn’t mind having around for a long time; however, I knew I couldn’t do that; I wouldn’t be able to keep Tiffany around for too long since she, too, needed her own life. As much as I didn’t want this, I know that I had to let go of whatever this we had. Whatever unestablished thing, that somehow seemed to be built, be demolished for my best friend’s sake. She had given so much to me, and I, too, needed to do my part for her, and if that meant trying to talk her into maybe finding somebody, then by all means that was what we’d do. Even if that would pain me greatly.

 

We decided we should just stay at home; it seemed like we still were the type of people to be glued to the couch to watch movies. Like always. “Hey, Jessi, here’s the popcorn,” she said as she passed the bowl to me, and then setting different cans of soda on the coffee table. “I didn’t know which you preferred today.”

 

“The usual?” I suggested.

 

“Uhm,” she started as she looked at me, “Pepsi or Mountain Dew are your go-to, but I don’t know which one you wanna drink today.”

 

“I’m surprised you still know.” I smiled widely at her.

 

With a soft smile on her face, she then said to me, “Like I’d forget anything about you.” Honestly, I didn’t know what it was about that smile or what she said, but it struck a chord in me. For some reason, it made me feel happy that she knew so much about me as though it was important, but at the same time, it scared me for the time she might have somebody more important to her, forgetting all these small things about me. Just the thought already frightened me. I didn’t want to share Tiffany with anybody, but there was a part of me that knew that I had to. Sooner or later, somebody out there would be more significant to her than me, and I needed to accept that. “What’s wrong?” Tiffany asked as she reached out, her hand was now on my leg.  For a second, I just looked at her and thought: would she look at somebody else and be concerned? Obviously, she would. That would be the case eventually, and I knew down in my heart she deserved it. “Jessi, is there something wrong?”

 

“Nothing,” I said.

 

“Are you tired?”

 

“Maybe I am. Or maybe I just miss Felicity,” I tried to avoid the subject. It wasn’t like it was a lie, I missed my daughter since she was always there, and by this time, Tiffany and I would be in her room, trying to put her to bed since she was teething so she cried a lot. With even the thought of Felicity would be linked to Tiffany just how much of my daily life was Tiffany? Because everything would be linked to her. Whenever I woke up when Felicity cried, just a couple of minutes later, Tiffany would be there with me, taking care of us, too. Whenever I got home, she and my baby would be there, waiting for me and smiling, welcoming me home. Dinner would be spent with her and even the time before going to bed would be spent watching a movie together. Would everything vanish the moment she found somebody to be with? At this point, I wanted to lock Tiffany in here and keep her forever because I realized I couldn’t be the lead actress. Just like with Taeyeon, Tiffany would probably find somebody she would want more than what we have here. But then again, what it was we had here, I didn’t even know. We were just friends and that was all, right? But deep down, I knew I didn’t want to be the side character in Tiffany’s life. I accepted the fact that Taeyeon chose to throw me aside as an understudy for her leading lady, but for Tiffany I wanted to be that person.

 

“I actually miss her, too,” she said as she looked over her shoulder, staring upstairs to where Felicity’s room was. “I’m sorry I suggested to your parents to take Felicity.”

 

“Wait, you did?” Why would she do that? It didn’t really make sense since she adored Felicity, and I was off today so I would usually be the one to take care of her anyway.

 

“Well,” she started, but paused as she closed her eyes. “I wanted to be together with you on your birthday.” She then sighed. “I want to be with Felicity, too, don’t get me wrong. I adore her more than anything. I treasure her, but I thought I should make today special for you.” She sighed once again, but then cracked a soft smile as she looked me in the eyes. “But I feel like she should be here right now.”

 

I moved closer to her as I grabbed her arm, wrapping it around mine. “I miss her, but maybe time together is good.” After all, this would be one of those rare moments I could spend with her before she went to find her own life without us. There was so much for her to see and experience, and I didn’t want to be selfish, more like I shouldn’t. But a huge part of me told me to. Maybe if I told Tiffany how I felt, she wouldn’t leave. Knowing Tiffany, she actually wouldn’t. But why should I try holding her down? I couldn’t do that to my own best friend. I couldn’t take advantage of her kindness.

 

“I always loved being home with the both of you,” she said.

And if only this also meant being around me, the same kind of wanting I longed from her, would be perfect. I probably took everything involving her for granted since she was just there, but by doing so, I became another extra character in her life and nothing more. Was it still possible to change that? Was it too late for me to realize how much I loved Tiffany? Because wasn’t it always the case? Shouldn’t the lead actress realize her feelings too late? Was I becoming one or was I still a side character, whose thoughts never really reciprocated? Whose feelings never even mattered.

 

However, if I simply sat here and did nothing, would Tiffany ever know my feelings for her? That I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life? That I wanted her more than a friend? No. I knew I had to tell her, but knowing Tiffany, she would end up probably considering it  simply because she always prioritized me over her own. But there was a selfish part of me that was telling me it was due to her possible feelings for me. Maybe it was wishful, but I would rather be wishful and be hurt now, than be more hurt later on in life when it would be time to let her go with a smile on my face. My God. It took me so long to realize that I have been in love with my best friend. Was it too late?

 

“Tiffany,” I started, and my grip on her tightened as though I didn’t want her to leave. Like if I tell her with utmost sincerity about my feelings, I fear that she would run away and never return. It seemed like I had my ex-wife to thank for that scar she left me. “Are you really happy here?” I asked because if she told me she was, that would give me more courage to wanting to pursue this, whatever this may be.

 

She then moved her arm from my embrace and then wrapped it around my shoulder with her hand gently landing on my head, making me lean on her shoulder. “You think I’m not?”

 

“I just----”

 

“I love spending time with you guys, believe me.” She my head tenderly.

 

I wanted to stay like this for awhile and tell her about my feelings; however, the building knots in my stomach and the lump that was stuck in my throat stopped me from doing so. I was scared that she would reject me, but at the same time I was scared of one day losing such a big part of my life. For nine months, we lived together and spent so much time together that imagining life without her seemed to be one of the scariest things that could occur to me at this point of my life. My thoughts wandered and my concentration was somewhat caught by the movie, for movie junkies like us, I was truly curious if there was a love story similar to those on screen. There should, right? I could get my own happy ever after, right? Because there should be basis on these movies. At least majority of them ended on a good note.

 

“Tiffany?”

 

“Uhm?” she murmured as her eyes were still glued to the movie; her hand still softly rubbing the top of my head.

 

“Would it be alright if I tell you I wanna be with you forever?” I felt Tiffany tensed up, not moving, almost as though not breathing. But I said it! There was no backing out on this one now. It would be now or never. Because if I waited tomorrow, somebody out there might want to be with Tiffany as much as I, but they would have the courage to ask.

 

“Wha---what do you mean? Obviously, we will.”

Hearing this, my head hung low in disappointment. I wanted to be with her as someone truly special to her, not just the friend I’d forever be in her heart. “Tiffany,” I called in a hushed tone, afraid that my words would backfire and hurt me even more. But there wasn’t really any room to turn back now. “Is it okay for me to love you more than now?” The moment I said this, Tiffany’s arm no longer wrapped around me, and it scared me. I just ended up shutting my eyes with tears threatening to fall, all I could do was stop them. I didn’t want to burden Tiffany even more than I already have.

 

Before I could say anything, Tiffany called, “Jessi,” causing me to slightly steal a glance at her only to catch her crying.

 

“Tiffany,” I called out in a panic. “Look, if you don’t love me, it’s fine. Just please don’t cry.” I reached my hand to her, holding her arm. She just looked at me, tears were falling from her eyes; and I feared that there wasn’t anything I could do. I didn’t want to apologize for loving her, but at the same time, I wanted to kneel down and beg for her not to cry. I reached my hand to her face, wiping her tears off and wishing it would stop falling, but it didn’t. It continued to flow as though a river. “Please stop crying.”

 

“Jessi,” she called once again so my eyes were locked at hers. A few seconds later, she then continued, “I’m not dreaming, right?” She lifted her hands and wiped her own tears from her face, but her eyes never left mine. “This is real, right?” After that, she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me closer almost as though merging our souls into one. The tightness of the embrace seemed to be suffocating; however, I enjoyed it and I couldn’t help but wrap her around my arms, too, accepting her.

 

Without another word, I felt like our feelings were conveyed; it was as though, like always, we didn’t have to verify whichever feelings needed to be said because we simply understood. But I didn’t want to be ahead of myself so I pushed her lightly; her face leveled with mine; and I spoke, “This is fine, right? We---”

 

As though not wanting to let me go, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in once again, which surprised me honestly. Tiffany was never the type to do this or say what she wanted, but this side of her, wanting to be with me as much as I did with her, I couldn’t believe it. But it was happening right before my eyes. “For the longest time, I’ve loved you.” Her voice quivered, and all I could do was hold her tighter. “For the longest time.” She buried her face between my shoulder and my neck. She then said, “Finally,” repeating it so many times that it actually hurt to hear her say the word. Like I was late to realizing these feelings for her. “Finally,” she said again and again. I could only put my hand on her head, rubbing it gently like she had done to me whenever I was weak. I just prayed that the same comfort she brought to me would also be delivered at the same level.

 

********

 

We were both in my room, doing nothing. We weren’t talking, we weren’t kissing or anything. Simply, we laid in bed, Tiffany’s head rested on my chest as she still held me in an embrace. My hand stayed on her hip. I led her here trying to calm her down since she didn’t stop crying. We didn’t even care to clean up; I didn’t care for as long as I could calm her down. And it worked. Not long ago, she stopped crying, but I wanted to give her time to sink everything in.

 

“Jessi?” she called in a hushed tone.

 

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

 

This caught me off guard. “What do you mean?” was my obvious question. Thank you for what? Shouldn’t it be I thanking her? She had done so much for me that a simple thank you wouldn’t even suffice.

 

“For loving me.”

 

“Ti---”

 

“For finally looking at me.” She didn’t let me talk, and so I decided to stay mum since she might have more things she wanted to say. “I’ve loved you for the longest time, and I can’t believe you finally feel the same way. For years, I tried dating people just so I can forget about you. But you were always so close that I can’t. Then one day, Taeyeon just stole you. And honestly, I knew why she hated me.” She then sighed as she held me tighter. “She knew I loved you more than anything, and that’s why I let her insult me since I felt like I’m doing her wrong.”

Not wanting to hear anything relating to Taeyeon as she may ruin the moment, I then said, “I’m sorry.” Which caused Tiffany to move, her hand was on the mattress as it supported her weight. She looked me in the eyes.

 

“Why?” she asked almost like a whisper.

 

“For not realizing you were looking at me all this time, I’m sorry.”

 

She shook her head as she laid on my chest once again. “No. It’s fine. If it wasn’t for her, Felicity won’t be here.” She then continued, “I treasure that kid more than anything.” As much as I loved Tiffany, my treasure would always and forever be my baby, and I adored Tiffany for feeling the same way. As though she always was meant to be Felicity’s other parent, my other half. “But I love you the most.”

 

“We should get her first thing in the morning,” I suggested.

 

Tiffany nodded. “We should.”

 

“We should move your things up here, too.”

 

“We… we should,” she somewhat hesitated but said it in the end.

 

“We should always be together.”

 

“We will,” she said in confidence.

 

“We won’t ever cheat on each other.”

 

Tiffany then giggled. “After years of watching from the sideline, do you honestly think I’d let you go?” I never realized that we both were side characters just waiting to find the right love and the right ending. With my failed marriage with Taeyeon, I felt like I was a character that would always remain the one who would be left behind for her lover’s happy ending, but all this time, Tiffany was the same. She gave without asking anything in return, but still managed to support me with a smile on her face despite the pain inside. “I don’t want you telling me to have a horrible life,” she joked accompanied by a giggle.

 

“I love you.” As cliche in movies as it was, this was what I felt and I wanted her to know that every single day. I didn’t want Tiffany to even hesitate or feel as though my love was fading.

 

“I love you, too.” Maybe that was the reason they always said it in films. It washed away all the insecurities and doubts and brought in a new wave of happiness. Was it the reason to why they always dub it? Who knew? All that mattered was there would be a family of three that genuinely loved each other. It wasn’t a movie, but at least I knew with Tiffany, I was the leading actress and she was mine. That was all that. Nothing less. “Maybe we should drive now to pick up Felicity?” she suggested with a smug smile on her face.

 

“We’ll get there at eleven.” I said considering the time now and the travel time. “Ah, screw it. Let’s go,” I said and as though on cue, we got up on the same time.

 

“I want Felicity to be here too.” She with a smile as she reached out a hand, waiting for mine to be in hers.

 

“Me, too.” I reached out my hand to her.

 

She looked back at me once again with that adorable smile on her face and said, “We should start planning a sister for Felicity, no?” she sang in a gleeful tone. “I’ll even start drawing a new house.”

A new house? This house was big enough. Actually, too big for that matter. “Woah, what?!”

“What?” She looked at me as she cocked her head to the side. “We need another room upstairs if we’re planning on getting a sister for Felicity, right?” Well, I guess she was right. The other room here was big for an office, but as a bedroom, it wouldn’t be too fair if Felicity’s room were double that size.

 

“I can’t wait. I like this. Having an actual family and planning for the family.”

This side of Tiffany, I always adored. She never grew up in a loving environment, and just seeing her like this brought to me happiness I never imagined I could feel. It was thanks to her that a smile on my face even appeared daily, and to repay her, certainly, I will never let her go. Ever.

 

 

 

 

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