My whole life

My whole life
Abram~

"I hate you" she gritted out but I know she didn't mean it. But do I deserve it? Yes, of course.

Two years ago I came to Seattle and started to work in a tech industry to gain more knowledge about the field. I came to States with a motive.

I knew she would be here in Seattle and I just wanted her to give some time before I make a comeback in her life.

Did she really think I would leave her that easily. I already knew which college she will be joining and where she works now.

No I didn't stalk her. This is the first time I am seeing her in two years. I just had to know what she does.

So, when the right time comes I would crawl back to her.

I wasn't keeping an eye on her. I am not a stalker.

Today was the lucky day I guess and a fortunate coincidence.

She grabbed my hand and started to lead me towards the parking lot. I watched in awe as she slid out her scooter among the mass of other vehicles.

She honked the horn a clear invitation for me to sit behind her. I sat and she drove off. I didn't know my girl knew how to ride.

But well she can ride anything.

She stopped in front of a small...very small home. She didn't give me any chance to even get off the scooter properly and started to drag me towards the home.

I guess this is where she lives.

She rang the bell and a familiar figure opened it. Elsie.

Her warm brown gaze met mine as she looked at me shocked. She has grown up. She is taller and prettier.

Meera didn't even let me meet her and dragged me inside. The first thing I noticed was it's coziness. It was my pigeon's kind of coziness.

"You know this is my home. I rented it and ran it with my money. " she said and pride surged inside me. I am so proud of her.

"Meera who is it?" I heard the voice of my ex mother in law. I am proud of her too. Ahh the girls of my family are something else.

"You know how hard it was...to do everything. To handle two kids, to pay the rent, complete college and then work overtime" Meera's voice broke and I looked at her my heart clenched in pain.

"Two kids...?" I ask. I don't understand.

"Yes sir...I was six months pregnant when I left the institution. I thought I would surprise you but you surprised me.

My eyes widened. Meera was pregnant again and I left her . God, how fucking stupid I can be? She had to do it all alone.

She had my baby. Our baby.

"Our baby?" I whispered in a trembling voice my vision blurred. She nodded and I could literally feel my heart about to leaping out of my chest.

She and I have our own baby. The baby we made. I miss my Abigail. If she were alive she would've been the big sister.

I am sorry pigeon.

Suddenly a loud crying noise blared in the home and it caught my attention. Is it my baby's cry? It sounded as if someone has sent me into heaven.

I looked where the crying grew louder and a familiar man walked out of the room with a baby in his arms.

That man was standing on his feet. The man with whom I don't remember I ever talked, the man whom I hate with my whole heart. The man with whom I never created any menory. The man who was the reason behind my mom's death, was walking on his feet.

His hair now grey, heavy wrinkles surrounded his eyes but his eyes were same as mine. He stared at me and I did the same.

"Don't you dare to say anything to papa. You even failed as a son. I swear I will not let you hold our baby ever if you hate your dad. You know that he was innocent. He has suffered a lot and finally he has got his life back too".

My fist clenched at her words. I will deal with this man later. Because right now my eyes and my attention is fixed on the little boy, screaming and crying.

He has her eyes, her nose, her caramel hair. He looked just like his mama. He stopped crying as soon as she took him in her arms rocking him against her chest.

I quickly took out my phone and captured the moment.

A tear rolled down from my eye, my heart felt whole. I feel at peace. My whole world my family was standing right there in front of me.

"Can I please hold him?" I asked in a trembling whisper.

She looked at me, she was angry but still nodded and handed me the baby. My baby. Our son.

He was looking at me with his wide doe like Amber eyes just like his mama and Nana.

I placed my lips against his head "I am sorry for not being there for your mama. I love you." I said because as much as I am proud of my pigeon. I am guilty because she had to do it all alone.

I walked near her and placed my hand on her waist pulling her closer. I rested my head against her.

"I am sorry."

"I hate you."

"I have my whole life for making up to you, I will make you fall in love with me again... and I love you so much".


An open ending. You all can imagine them getting married, getting divorce, having hundred kids, or hating each other. It's all
upto you.

I hope you enjoyed the ride and able to love Abram and have understood Meera.

Thank you so much for your support. It really meant a lot to me.

Thank you.
Love Pia.
Till next time.