Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Suddenly, she felt herself being Lifted.

Half-awake, Sabrina detected a familiar scent mixed with a hint of alcohol. “Tyrone?” she murmured.

“Tt’s me,” Tyrone replied.

“Did you drink?” Sabrina asked.

“I drank a Little with my friend.”

The muffled sound of water cascading down in the bathroom filled the room. Sabrina grimaced, her rest disturbed.

Someone slid into the bed.

landed on her waist, its path trailing a prickly sensation on

tonight…” Eyes shut, Sabrina sleepily brushed his

causing harm to their unborn

hand halted, settling on her back.

whisked her away into a peaceful

opened her eyes, she discovered an empty space beside her in the bed. Only the faintly crumpled sheets remained as evidence of his return home

hint of annoyance crept in. Why had she given in to sleep

matter, though. She could still share the news

wardrobe, selecting a white suit for Tyrone. Considering the joyful news of her pregnancy, she opted for a red-striped tie, neatly placed on

back from his morning jog, lounging on the sofa in his pajamas. Noticing

the courage, her voice filled with