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Charles
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Difficult for me to believe I have an angel living with me. Not only is she naïve, but she is also damn innocent. Every chick that I have been with since the start has all wanted to get the best out of me. They were mainly concerned with my money and wanted to extract as much as possible from me. And even then, they were never satisfied with all the things that I would give them as per their demand. They were all such materialistic girls.
Despite having such a deal where they were using me financially and I was using them physically, I had become a monster. Never had I ever thought that I would like to settle down in life because I was getting all the enjoyment without being committed to anyone, and I believed in variety being the spice of life.
Every day a new chick would come to my bed. Sometimes either I met them somewhere or called them back, and other times a phone call to an escort agency would take care of my needs. Both ways, I’d have to spend money either directly or indirectly. So, it didn’t really bother me much as I had still not learned the value of being emotionally connected to someone.
Seeing this young woman standing in front of me, crying in my arms, and looking at me like she knows nothing about the kind of lifestyle that can be the result of having a lot of money even though I have told her the things that she must know about the way I have lived as a youngster.
And come on, I was young and immature; I had also lost my family and didn’t have any true friends other than a few who wanted to be with me because I was rich as the responsibility to manage all the businesses had come to me after my family’s accident.
Olive makes me feel as if I am just like someone else is. She does not talk to me about money, and neither does she demand expensive things. Unlike other chicks, she has never even demanded my time and attention. She stays satisfied with anything that I give her. All that she demands for is that I should eat on time, and that I should sleep enough. Her demands are also for my own health, and it proves to me that angels do exist.
I really liked this about her, and that is why I was comfortable in giving her shelter until something else turned up, but I would have made sure that nothing else would have turned up for her which would have made her leave my house and me. It was high time for me to commit to someone and crossing her path made me feel very different. The feeling of home and family I got from her for the very first time I met her. She has always had the wifey aura.
Things that got me sure about her being the one for me because she was not only perfect in every way, but she was also not the typical kind of girl. She didn’t want me to spend any money on her and would keep a track of how much she owed me. Every time I got something for her, she would make a note of it on her cell phone, which I found very funny. But all that she did to get away from me made me block her way from wanting to move out of my house.
Somewhere down the line my plan worked. She finally gave up searching for an affordable house for her, maybe because she understood that I wouldn’t be okay with her leaving. I had been staying all by myself for so long, and good company felt nice to me. Luckily, I found her who wanted to be with me only for me and not for my money.
Initially, I wasn’t sure what the feeling that I was getting for her was, but as time passed by, I realized that the only answer was that I had started loving her. But I was not sure about telling her that because I didn’t want anything to change between us.
I had my reasons to doubt that her behavior towards me might change after getting to know the way I started to feel for her. Time with her was too precious, and I wanted to do everything that was possible under the sun to preserve it. But it was getting difficult for me to do that without telling her about the feelings I had for her.
Only after I couldn’t keep it with me any longer, did I convince myself to give her a little hint about it at least. That was so that she didn’t get attracted to anyone else because even if she did, I would have somehow made her mine. But then the beauty of love would have spoiled for both of us if I ever had to use the power of money to make her Mrs. Lozano.
Now that my darling wife has made the first ever demand for herself, which isn’t an unnatural one, I think I am going to give it to her and make her a mom. But I do not understand how she is fine with asking me to have a baby with some other chick. I definitely do not want that, and I cannot say it any clearer.
A few years back, it wouldn’t have really mattered to me as I didn’t care much about a baby. It was only after I met Olivia, I started growing as a person and wished to settle down in life, which naturally came with having children as well. But I never told her anything about it. I wonder how she got to know that as a young boy I wanted to be a father when I grew up.
After considering all the possible alternatives to fulfilling her wish of being a mom, I agree to adopt a baby. I was never really in favor of adoption, but because of her I have understood what it is to be on the other side. It is always a good thing to shelter someone if you can, and this time there will be a child who will call me his dad.
Looking at her with all my love, I gently move my palm on her cheek and take my time to reply. I say, “This is the first time you are making such a demand, and I love you very much, Olive. So, I am going to fulfil it for you.”
Hearing me tell her that she smiled so hard and as her smile covered her face, it made me feel happier than her. I added, “I do not accept your idea of having someone else give me a baby, but how about my idea of adoption? To be honest, let’s adopt because any other way I will not like. It will be better for me to be without a kid than have it from someone else. I love you that much, my queen.”
I also mentioned to her that I felt sorry for her because she wouldn’t ever be able to have her own child, but then she can still be a great mom and the child will also grow up to accept that too. It is a very emotional moment for both of us right now to be standing in the bathroom, hugging each other, and my girl is crying.
Not to be dishonest about it, but I am holding myself from shedding tears myself. It is something that I have always wanted to have; living the feeling of being a dad and also being called dad by my little one. Now that I am married to the love of my life, and she cannot give me a baby of my own, I am not going to do anything that would hurt her.
To conclude this conversation, I say, “So, tell me, Olive, do you agree with adoption or no? Do you still want me to have a baby with someone else?”