50 Days to His Heart

Day 17: Henry and Lorraine

Lorraine and I were both crying last night and I know there's no one to blame but me. My intention of helping Eunice was pure but I didn't consider what my wife would feel. I should have told her about Eunice even before she discovered the pictures and read my text messages.

We were doing okay but I've messed up everything. How am I supposed to start?

I just thank God that Lorraine still agreed to stay in our house. She'll sleep in our guest room and I'd stay in our room. I insisted that she should stay so she'd know right away if there'll be updates about our children. I wanted her to use our room but she didn't want to 'see any traces of me'.

I turned on my laptop and decided to just work on some concept papers. It's just four in the morning but I couldn't sleep.

I've checked on some emails, mostly business correspondences, proposals, customer commendation, product reviews and read that Adrian has sent an email three days ago.

Subject: Might Come Handy

Hi bro!

Sorry for bugging you again with all the preachings and all. Hope you won't get tired. I've committed myself to send you a weekly Bible verse for your reflection so you'd continuously grow in faith.

Hope this will come handy---

Matthew 11:28

Come to Me all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.

Living life can be pretty tiresome but you'll get over that brother. Run to our Father.

That's all for now.

Your brother,

Adrian

Never in my life that I thought reading email will make me cry but now, knowing that God knows how tired I am, I can't help but cry. How could there be a loving God who takes care of my every burden? Even my own burden?

I bent my knees to pray and found peace and finally slept for two hours before I decided to check the fridge and try one of the recipes Analet gave me for her phone application proposal. I am not a good cook but for Lorraine, I can always try.

'I will win my baby's heart back and Father, I need back up.'

I opened my email and emailed Adrian first.

Subject: Heaven Sent

Hey Adrian,

You don't know how you helped me today. I hope I could help you too. (If you are still looking for love, I have a lot in my list. There's Shirley, Barbara, Joan and a lot more.)

When are you coming back? I think I need you here. I promise not to punch you at all.

Please send me a daily email. It would mean a lot.

Your big brother,

Henry

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"I'm going to work baby."

"If you feel like eating, I've prepared for breakfast and lunch."

"I'd bring something for dinner."

"You want anything?"

"Are you still asleep?"

"I'm leaving."

"Daddy loves you."

I heard henry's footsteps finally leaving my room's door. I made sure that his car has left before I went out of my room. I am pretty hungry too for crying all night.

I saw a mini white board installed on my door which explains the "buzzling" sound I heard earlier. It seems like Henry placed it there so he could leave notes for me, just like what's written on it now with matching doodles and hearts and stars. Seriously? Henry?

Hi Baby!

I'm trying my luck as a chef.

I just used whatever's in our ref

Hope I get three stars at least

If you are happy, just text me please?

Hugs,

Daddy

I smiled like a teenager remembering how Henry could really be cheesy and poetic at the same time. I've kept all the poems he wrote for me which I have read over and over again last night.

I wanted to text him right away and say I will enjoy the food he prepared but opted not to.

I don't want to risk it anymore and let what I feel take control of me just like before. I wanna take care of my heart first and really give each other space.

Who knows? He might realize that he still loves Eunice and what he has for me is just pity or he is just blinded with the idea of a happy family.

I headed to the kitchen and so much to my delight, Henry has prepared steak and salad with another cute note on the fridge.

Baby,

Hope to eat with you soon

And dance while watching the moon.

Hugs with kisses this time,

Daddy

'Henry can really be a chef.' But I'm not texting him yet. I continued eating to my heart's delight and finished everything.

'I want more.'

But I need a week to process everything first. I just pray that after a week, I'll be a stronger woman, still in love with my daddy.