Hot Coffee (The Hollens Book 1)

Then and Now

"Hi baby. How was your day?" I greeted as I walked into the door.

"Babe, can you get me some sparkling water, two cubes of ice, not too cold?" 

I didn't hesitate. I placed my bag on the bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. I had been thinking of putting a small fridge in the bedroom because she had the tendency of waking up in the middle of the night and asking me to fetch her something to eat or drink from the fridge. Once I had to make four trips back and forth to bring her something to eat. A man needed his sleep too! 

But I'd vowed to do anything for her and my children. I didn't want her to be getting up in the middle of the night and going downstairs by herself in the dark. She could easily trip over something or knock her stomach against something, and that was a risk I was willing to take.

The next day, I had a fridge installed in the bedroom and stocked with everything she craved, needed and wanted-- protein shakes, juices, snacks, and especially her chocolate ice cream. I didn't want to forget her chocolate ice cream. 

She had called me when I was leaving the office about a week ago and told me to pick up a tub of ice cream for her on my way home, but there was an accident on the main road so traffic was diverted. I didn't pass the route to the supermarkets so I forgot all about her ice cream. But when I showed up without it, she threw a hair dryer at me and shouted: "How can you forget the damn ice-cream? I called you and reminded you!"

"Baby, I'm sorry but there was an accident so--"

She cut me off by throwing an eye shadow palette at me. I wondered why was she only throwing her feminine things at me? I was not a chick; I was not interested in makeup and hair dryers.

"Baby, I'll go back and get your ice cream. Just, please, calm down and relax."

"I am calm! You wouldn't like to see me when I'm angry. I want my ice cream, and I want it now!"

"Okay." 

It was the fastest I'd ever turned on my heels and driven to a supermarket, and she wouldn't allowed anyone else to get it but me.

"I got the ice cream," I said as I came back, panting.

"Oh, I don't want ice cream anymore. I want a yogurt instead."

The steam inside me was passing through my ears but I managed to smile, shove the ice cream into the fridge with a frown, and bring a yogurt to her.

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"Baby, do you want anything to drink?" she asked, opening the fridge I had placed in the room, which was very convenient.

"Um, I want some orange juice." I never liked it but when I found it was her favorite thing to drink, I began drinking it.

"You don't want some coffee?"

"Okay. Sure."

She went over to the coffee machine that I also had installed in the room when she was eight months pregnant. She'd thrown a tantrum when I told her that Halley would make my coffee because I didn't want her downstairs in the kitchen where a busy chef was preparing meals with knives, hot ovens and blazing burners; she could've gotten injured or knocked over or something. I installed a coffee maker in the room like the one I had at the office. I didn't want her on swollen feet making coffee for me each morning but she insisted. The only way to satisfy her was to just let her make the coffee.

"Here," she said. 

I remembered the first time I tasted her coffee in the office. It took my breath away and, right then, I knew I needed her in my life.

"Are you alright?" she asked, combing my hair with her fingers.

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'm going and take a bath." She got up and went to the bathroom.

I heard small cooing noises shortly after. They were awake already. I stayed out of their sight. I didn't want them to see me and start acting up again. But that definitely wasn't the solution because they both started crying again, louder and louder.

"Emma!" I shouted.

"Just give them attention instead of hiding!" she called from the bathroom.

I walked over to the crib, their eyes latched on me and they stopped crying. They began smiling and moving their little hands around. My daughter and my son, my new pride and joy. I loved them.

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FROM THE AUTHOR :

I've been trying to add new chapters to both books (Hot Coffee, How Bad Can a Good Girl Get?) but Wattpad had been acting up and my chapters weren't being published. They were automatically deleted. Other authors had this problem too but I think it's fixed now so look out for new chapters and check out my new book How Bad Can a Good Girl Get? by Mavelinebelle Maveline Pascal.

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