She walked into the café in a loose white dress that clung softly to her curves, barely brushing the new roundness of her stomach.
And still... she was devastating.
More beautiful than I remembered. Even with tired eyes. Even with pain shadowing her smile.
Maybe especially because of it.
Because Jaimie had always carried herself like a fire too afraid to burn the wrong hands.
But I wanted that fire. I wanted to be burned.
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I talked about grief.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJi6ijClqGZ
About my mother.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIVVw5dH6al
About regret.
But as I watched her stir her coffee, head tilted slightly, lips pursed in thought—
My mind was elsewhere.
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If there was no baby...
We could've had it all.
I would've had her.
Not just the way she let me kiss her that rainy night in Baguio.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVbt9qNFrhI
Not just the soft Jaimie.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡljD6sD9Byq
But the one who broke when no one was looking.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqamspbBFku
The one who needed control taken away so she could breathe again.
In my mind, she's beneath me—bound in silk, wrists above her head.
Eyes locked with mine, not in fear—but in challenge.
She's the kind of woman who wants to be undone only by someone who understands every scar—every trigger.
Her breath would hitch when I whispered, "Mine."
And she would melt into it.
Her hair tangled in my fist.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpVy6nNCUQp
Her skin marked by every kiss, every bite, every slow punishment for all the nights we wasted.
I would take her until she forgot her name.
Until all she knew was my voice.22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNo61lMqKfD
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My command.
I blinked hard and came back to the café.
She was asking something.
"...and how's work?" she repeated.
I coughed. Cleared my throat. "Busy. Empty, if I'm being honest."
She gave a polite smile, then glanced at the time.
The moment was slipping again.
She stood to leave.
I didn't move.
Because a part of me was stuck between two versions of her—
The woman sipping her lukewarm latte with guarded strength...
And the one I kept in the shadows of my mind, pleading my name between gasps and silk sheets.
But I didn't tell her any of that.
Because fantasies are safe.
Reality?
She was pregnant. In pain. Torn.
And not mine.
Not yet.
But maybe... someday.
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