chocolate place

Experimental Saturday

In today’s episode - chocolate almond banana “tart” (wanted to make a tart, but couldn’t find that pan - must be at my mother’s). I’d like to share this with you so you too can be anxious about how it will turn out (we’ll know in a few hours when it’s chilled). Let’s begin!


I made a press-in tart crust from oat flour, almond flour, olive oil, xylitol (can use sugar) and salt. No rolling, just press it in and bake.

Bake for 12 or 13 minutes (or just until the edges are starting to get golden) on 375 F (190 C) and let it cool. Chop the chocolate…

…and place it in a heat-proof bowl. Bring heavy cream barely to a simmer. 

Place butter in the bowl with the chocolate and pour the hot cream over it.

Cover with plastic wrap (or plate, lazy me), and let it sit while you peel and arrange the bananas on the crust.

What a poor arrangement. Using a whisk or a spatula, combine the chocolate-butter-cream mix until combined and smooth. I added a few drops of almond extract here (a big marzipan fan).

Sprinkled with sliced slivered almonds and covered with plastic wrap, so it doesn’t get that fridge-smell (you know what I mean).

I hope my ingredients amounts/ratios will turn out fine - in that case I’ll share the whole recipe. Until then…

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Park Jimin. Hogwarts!au. 7k words. Fluff. 

↠ Unraveling the reasons to Park Jimin’s assortment into Slytherin.


Park Jimin, for lack of a better word, is magnetic. An eye catching grandeur. A brilliant meteor cutting through the dead of the night. A glitter of gold and silver. It is no exaggeration when you say you would find yourself singling him out of many other ground-swept robes, clicking heels, wand wielders. It’s not the hair, no –not the locks of fireplace or charcoal ashes, it isn’t also the distinct pitch weaving through buzzing chatters nor is it the recurring dark smoke filling the air at the back row in charms. Thinking of the reason alone sends a pang of melancholy through your veins as your mind tries to block out the patches of defiled memories almost instinctively. But the unavoidable fact of the matter is, Jimin was once your world.

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Let Me // Jeon Jungkook

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the prompt: prince jungkook au where he always comes into the kitchen for late night snacks and y/n is new to the kitchen staff. soon they become friends and maybe something more. (definitely something more who am i trying to kid)(also request was rlly long so i summarized it)

words: 3820

category: fluff + once again, fond!kookie

author note: never apologize for long requests bc that is how i survive. also, someone seriously needs to stop me from writing about fond jungkook bc ya girl can’t get enough. anyway, please enjoy!

- destinee

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RFA+Saeran+V making Valentine’s Day Chocolates with MC

Our first attempt at these! Hope you like~


Zen:

  • Takes pre-baking selfies
  • Tries to mold mini zen chocolates
  • You tries to smear chocolate on his face
  • But he still looks flawless???
  • Sneezes when you try make one shaped like a cat
  • They come out really nice, actually
  • You give them as gifts to all the other members

Yoosung:

  • It was his idea, actually
  • He loves to cook
  • He has LOLOL character molds
  • But you also insist on animal molds
  • His main goal for the whole thing was so he could feed you the chocolates at the end
  • He takes a bite out of one of your experimental batches
  • “Wow this tastes really good!”
  • “Oh really?” You smirk before taking a bite of it while it’s near his mouth
  • This boy turns ten shades of red darker

Jaehee:

  • She wanted to test some for the cafe
  • Calls you for help, which you gladly accept
  • Of course, the chocolates are mocha flavored
  • You gave her the idea of Zen molds
  • Ended up making a bunch of different zen-shaped ones from his different musicals
  • Sent a bunch of them on the chatroom
  • Zen was so flattered
  • The chocolates were the best-sellers for that week

Jumin:

  • Didn’t find the reason for it originally
  • He has chefs?
  • But because you suggested it, he was all for it
  • Jumin in an apron that says “Kiss the Cook”
  • Of course you did….more than a couple of times
  • He suggested making cat friendly chocolates
  • You insisted it was for you guys
  • But, you did offer to make them Elizabeth the 3rd shaped
  • He was gushing over them
  • He was a crazy perfectionist though, so he only really made like two

Seven:

  • You started it while he was busy working
  • It was supposed to be surprise
  • But he walked into the kitchen when you were in the middle of one shaped like a keyboard
  • He was flattered….but he wanted in on the fun
  • So, you decide to make them together
  • You thought it was going to a mess, but he was actually meticulous
  • He made a really detailed one of Elly (of course)
  • It took him nearly twenty minutes, but it was really well-done
  • The kitchen was a mess afterwards oh well (RIP Vanderwood)

Saeran:

  • He likes sweets…he likes you…so somehow he agreed
  • He tries to start simple and makes a heart for you
  • “Aww, is that a giraffe!”
  • You made a mistake
  • You felt so bad
  • “Mine’s bad too!” you insist he tries to figure yours out
  • “It looks like a flower?”
  • It was a flower;;;
  • But its okay, because he’s actually laughing
  • You melt

V:

  • You guys had planned this since January
  • He can’t see very well, but he likes mixing the ingredients
  • He keeps smearing chocolate on your cheek
  • But he misses every time…
  • JIHYUN, MY HAIR
  • You make camera molds
  • He tries to make a heart, and its the cutest squiggly circle ever
  • You try your hardest to write “I love you” in braille
  • He smiles at the effort, and is too kind to tell you it ended up saying something weird like “I love corn” or something
  • He still manages to take an amazing photo of you baking
  • Also takes time placing the chocolates in an aesthetically pleasing manner on plates for a photo 
Haikyuu!! Valentine's Day HCs
  • <p> <b>KageHina:</b> Hinata tries and fails to make an aesthetically pleasing chocolate for Kageyama. He's in tears as he gives it to Kageyama because it looks so strange, but Kageyama honestly only cares about how amazing the chocolate tastes. Hinata kisses Kageyama using the excuse that he wanted to taste his own chocolate.<p/><b>AsaNoya:</b> Nishinoya takes Asahi to a dinner date, wearing a sophisticated suit. He keeps trying to act cute in front of Asahi to make him all flustered, and believe me, it works. Little kids in the restaurant start to ask them what sort of relationship they have, and Asahi pulls out a cute ring saying, "He's my beautiful husband!" Nishinoya almost short-circuits.<p/><b>DaiSuga:</b> Suga makes chocolates for everybody in the team, but he has a special one just for Daichi. He keeps telling Daichi terrible puns "I'll be your Suga cube" and Daichi just sighs at him. Suga purposefully leaves chocolate on his cheek so that Daichi can kiss him. Mama is very crafty.<p/><b>TsukkiYama:</b> They go shopping together and Yamaguchi won't stop with the public displays of affection. Tsukishima is embarrassed at first, but he eventually goes along with it. Yamaguchi takes Tsukishima to the CD shop where they pick out albums and headphones for each other, before they exchange chocolates. Yamaguchi won't stop telling Tsukishima how cool he is, which leads to a very red-faced Tsukki.<p/><b>IwaOi:</b> Neither of them knew where to go so Oikawa just invites himself to Iwaizumi's place. Oikawa's chocolates look so perfect that Iwaizumi suspects that he bought them and didn't make them by hand, which leads to Oikawa pouting at him. Iwaizumi tells him he's trying way too hard to be cute, but kisses him anyway.<p/><b>YakuLev:</b> Lev drags Yaku to the amusement park and points to height limits just to piss him off. He tries not to go on too many scary rides, but he doesn't try hard enough and he ends up giving Yaku a piggyback. Lev takes Yaku to his house and feeds him his mother's warm Borscht and his handmade chocolates. His kisses tasted like beetroot because of this.<p/><b>UkaTake:</b> Ukai brings Takeda to watch a romantic movie, except that it wasn't really a romantic movie. At all. In fact, was Tarzan because there was a mistake with the tickets. Takeda still enjoys the movie, though. Takeda gives Ukai the ear piercing accessory he wanted and they go to a chocolate café to eat.<p/><b>HanaMatsu:</b> Matsukawa gives Hanamaki shop-bought profiteroles, because he attempted to make some at home and his mother banned him from the kitchen for the next three months after that. They both have a movie marathon at Matsukawa's house while snacking on the profiteroles, and have a dance-off to Disney songs.<p/><b>BokuAka:</b> Akaashi has been dropping hints that he wants to go on a date with Bokuto, but he completely forgets about the fact that it's Valentine's Day until Akaashi reminds him casually. Bokuto starts to panic because he feels like it's his job to make Akaashi happy, and literally every place they can think of is fully booked. They settle on taking a walk through nature while talking about how much they love each other.<p/><b>KuroKen:</b> Kuroo has everything planned out to perfection. They start off the day by riding a hot-air balloon, which was surprisingly well-liked by Kenma. They go on a small shopping spree and before Kenma gets tired, Kuroo takes him home and the two chill out at each other's houses for the rest of the day. Lots of affectionate bodily contact and hugs, mostly initiated by Kuroo.<p/></p>
Brother Jungkook tells Taehyung to take you on a date, GONE WRONG. Pt.6

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Y/N’s p.o.v 

I can’t lie and say that I was completely terrified of this meet up with Taehyung. I felt as though there were still some healing cuts, I know I seem as though I’ve got my shit together now and I know I may seem as though I’m okay. But in reality I’m still terrified. I’m easing myself back into my old habits, trying to be the me I was before. I’m trying but I don’t know what’s real and what’s fake. 

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Daddy’s In Trouble

Author’s Note: This imagine is HEAVILY inspired by the scene shown in the gif above which is from one of my favorite movies ever, The Wolf on Wall Street. My request are open yet nobody sends me request so I guess I will only write when I’m inspired, hopefully, the more I write the more willing you guys will be to send me a request. Anyways I hope you enjoy this imagine!

Warning(s): Slight smut


You lived the good life. The real good life. The life that you fantasized about when you played with your Barbie and Ken dolls when you were younger, it was crazy to say that all of those dreams you had literally came true. You lived in one the most luxurious mansions in LA; 10 Bedrooms, 20 Bathrooms, 3 Kitchens and 40 acres of land were all at your disposal. It was a complete understatement to say that you lived a lavish lifestyle. But no matter how much money you had you refused to let I get to your head, you wanted to remain the same humbled city girl that you were before you met Luke.

You worked as a secretary for  Hemmings Enterprises for 3 years before the CEO, Mr. Luke Robert Hemmings, caught your eyes. You were working late one night, overwhelmed with work due to a printing mishap that happened earlier in the week. You were just finishing up your work and decided to run quickly to your supervisor desk to put down the files you finished working on when suddenly you bumped head first into him. Luke.Mr.Hemmings himself was staring right back at you with his blue crystal eyes and disheveled hair. You had never seen him, not in person at least but the rumors were true he was stunning. You snapped out of your initial shell shock and quickly gathered up the files in sheer panic of upsetting him, he let out a soft chuckle before kneeling down and helping you gather the files. He walked you to your supervisor’s office and out of the building, giving you a ride home to your flat. And the rest was history, Luke would always find a way to see you more and more despite your busy schedules, and when he couldn’t you could always count on some special floral or chocolate package to be placed on your desk with a sweet note from Luke.That was 7 years ago, and know you lived the life you always wanted as Mrs.Hemmings with your amazing husband and newborn daughter Reagan.


You rocked back and forth in your rocking chair, careful not to make any harsh movements to wake Reagan. Your beautiful baby girl rested her softly on your chest with her mouth slightly open, her little chest rising and falling as she slept peacefully in your arms. Once you were sure that she was sleep, you let Reagan rest in her crib and turned on her baby monitor. Putting Reagan to sleep was the only thing keeping you calm at the moment, Reagan innocence allowed you to stay calm no matter how mad you were at Luke. You glanced up at the princess clock hanging above Reagan’s room door, you let out a soft groan and shook your head. “I’ll be home in a little bit I promise, and then I’m all yours” was the last thing Luke said to you before he left early last morning for his business meeting, and here you are staring at the clock that read 12 o'clock the following day with no signs of Luke. Saying you were pissed was a complete understatement, this was the 5th time this month that Luke pulled this bullshit and you were fed up. You hated the fact that he was busy and would stay out all night doing god knows what with god knows who while you were left taking care of your cranky little girl. This was the final straw, somehow someway you were gonna make Luke pay for leaving you like this.


With a sleeping Reagan and a practically empty house, you decided to catch up on your favorite shows. In the middle of your Gossip Girl binge your phone lightly buzzed, you let out a slight groan as you grabbed it from the coffee table and squinted adjusting to the brightness of your phone. Hey, baby I’ll be home in 10 minutes, can’t wait to see my two favorite girls, Luke finally decided to text you but you were not impressed at all. You rolled your eyes and tossed your phone to the side of the couch before getting up and heading upstairs. You refused to make him think you were waiting for him to come home, you decided to head up to Reagan’s room and clean up a bit. You suddenly heard the sounds of your front door opening and Luke taking off his shoes and coat, “Babyyy I’m home”. A part of you was ecstatic that he was finally home, but anger quickly washed over you as you remember the false promises of yesterday. You sat yourself down by Reagan crib on the floor as you tossed her toys into her toy bin. “There you are babe”, Luke smiled as he walked into Reagan’s room “I called you but you didn’t answer me”. “Sorry I was busy”, you smirked at your mimicking tone, you were gonna make this boy pay. You had changed into one of Luke sheer white business shirts before you started Gossip Girl bingeing and you can see that Luke was having a hard time not taking a peek at your body. “Oh,” his voice trailed off, “Well you look amazing babe, you’re sight for sore eyes”. “Oh really?” You questioned him innocently as you unbuttoned three more buttons on the shirt giving Luke a better view of you swollen breast, “funny you say that. I would think you didn’t want to see me since you never want to come home”. You heard Luke curse under his breath as he ran his fingers through his hair, you had him exactly where you wanted him. “Shit baby I’m sorry I know I said I would be home, I just caught up with work and I ended up pulling an all nighter”, Luke continued to ramble on and on trying to explain his disappearance but you didn’t want to hear it. “ You know what baby”, you shook your head cutting him off, “I think we both deserve to relax you know. I have been so stressed and I need to feel loose so you know what I decided to do”. “What..What did you do baby..” “I decided that I need to change up my wardrobe and be more loose, so I threw all… my panties..away”, you practically whispered as you spread your legs giving Luke a view of you wet, glistening pussy. “Jesus fucking Christ”, Luke whimpered as he fell to his knee in shock, you two hadn’t been intimate since Reagan’s birth and he would be lying if he said he didn’t miss that beautiful pussy of yours. “And I also thought, why do I have to wear sweats and pants all around the house my pussy just feels so trapped. So take a good look daddy because you’re about to see a whole lot of this around the house”.You smirked as you saw Luke begin to crawl slowly over to you, completely caught up in a trance and ready to give you all the attention and pleasure you could possibly desire. “But no touching” You placed your high heel softly on his forehead, pushing him down until he lay flat on the carpet. You heard Luke let out small whimpers and groans, “(Y/N)..Baby..I’m sorry please just let me eat your pussy .. I swear I will make it up to you”. He was practically begging for it but all you could do was laugh, “Oh no Daddy, Daddy won’t be getting anything because Daddy’s in Trouble” 

Nine to Five (Part 11)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

A/N: A little bit of drama in this part, I wrote (Y/N) to how I would react to the situation - which far enough, is slightly irrational but hey, it won’t last long. Thank you all for being so patient with me writing this series, life is an absolute bitch lately.

Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12


“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Rosie, happy birthday to you.” The people around you sang all together, but all out of tune. Your eyes were focused on the little girl in her blue dress with a tiara on her head, smiling from ear to ear as she attempts to blow out her candles.

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4 years // For you || Dan Howell

A/N: I wrote this imagine a really long time ago (before i even had this blog). I think it’s one of the best imagines I have ever written, mainly because it means a lot to me. 

Word Count: 2.3K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART TWO // PART THREE // PART FOUR // PART FIVE // PART SIX  // PART SIX // PART SEVEN // PART EIGHT

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“What are you watching ?” I asked, as I plopped down on the sofa next to him.

He looked up from his laptop screen and revealed a young black haired boy.

“His name is Amazingphil, he’s a Youtuber that I newly discovered. We have so much in common! I bet he’s the coolest guy ever.” Dan started to fanboy as his eyes sparkled with admiration.

Dan decided to show me all of this young guy’s videos while I rested my head against his shoulder. That was one of the things that I loved the most about my boyfriend of a nearly year, he could get so excited about things and people. He was so passionate about what he loved.

 1 week later

Dan and I had just finished high school and spent an awesome summer together. Dan was going to Manchester to study law soon and I still had to decide what to do with my life. But I’m afraid that my decision is now even harder than it was a week ago…

“I finally finished packing all my stuff, we can do whatever we want now” Dan exclaimed happily as his head appeared in the door.

He walked into the room and wrapped his long arms around my body. My head only reached his chin so I buried it into his warm chest.

“You know what I meant when I said ‘do whatever we want’ ” Dan seductively whispered in my ear.

His hands started sensually travelling up my spine. His warm lips had found their way to my neck and he started sucking on my sweet spot. I closed my eyes at the sensation and nearly gave in, but I couldn’t.  

I quickly broke away from his touch. It had cost me all will power I had.

“We need to talk” I blurted out, unable to keep it to myself any longer.

I gestured for him to sit down on the bed. He worriedly looked at me. Have the words ‘we need to talk’ ever meant something good? I don’t think so.

I looked into his chocolate brown eyes and placed my hands into his. It took me a while to force my mouth to say what he needed to know. My heart was not beating anymore it was racing.

“Dan, I’m pregnant”

It was difficult to say that without starting to cry or stutter. And I felt like those words, were the most powerful words that I had ever spoken. They didn’t just mean that there was a human being growing inside of my stomach right now. No, it also meant that our lives were going to change drastically.

His eyes widened in shock.

“W-HAT?!” he shouted. He rarely shouts. I tried to remain calm.

“I checked twice, definitely positive.”

“Wait..NO! You can’t be pregnant. Not now.” he jumped up from the bed. I didn’t know how I had expected him to react but definitely not like this. I was aware of the fact that he wasn’t going to be jumping around with joy but being angry with me was the wrong reaction.

“You are 18, that’s way too young. We want to go to university. You can’t have a baby, okay? I don’t want it.”

Those words lingered in the air. They seemed to echo from the walls. It was like everything I could hear sounded like 'I don’t want it’.

 I always thought that no matter what he’d be there for me. And he always was, until now. Now that I needed him the most. His slender figure stood in front of me but my vision was blurry. His cheeks were red and his expression was angry. I eyed him and instead of seeing my beloved boyfriend, I saw a monster.

That was not the Dan I knew and loved.  I didn’t want to lose control over the situation but I couldn’t stop myself from getting angry.

“Who do you think you are to decide what I’m gonna do with my baby?!”

If he had reacted differently, I would have said ‘our’. But as soon as he said 'I don’t want it’ it wasn’t our baby anymore, it was my baby.

With those words he lost the right to ever call it his. To ever call him the father of my child. Tears were streaming down my pale face and I couldn’t believe that I had thought, that we were going to raise a child together. I just lost the future with Dan. And got a future as a single mum.

I nearly heard something inside me shatter and for a short second I was so overwhelmed by emotional pain, that my vision got black and I was close to throwing up. I grabbed the bedpost and my fingernails dug into the light wood.

I just sat there and cried for a few minutes while Dan just watched. He stood there and watched me cry instead of holding me close, instead of telling me that everything was going to be alright.

But I had to be strong. Not for myself but for the tiny thing that was growing inside of my stomach. I had to be strong because one day that tiny thing would call mum. I regained strength and tried to stop crying.  

“I won’t fucking kill my son or daughter just because you are afraid of taking responsibility. I know I’m young and that it won’t be easy to do this on my own. But I do not need you. And the baby doesn’t need you either.” I clearly said while I evilly glared at him.

 Those were the last words that I ever spoke to him at least that was what I thought.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

4 years later 

It’s been five years and no matter how hard it was, I finally made it. I thought it was hard managing my university life during my pregnancy but it got only harder once the baby was here. As soon as I said those last words to Dan I packed my bags and moved back to my parents.

No goodbyes, nothing.

I honestly wouldn’t have known what to do without my parents. They helped me with everything and looked after my beautiful son while I was at uni or at work.

It was going great and I thought that I had finally figured everything out but that was until Luke turned 4.

And now I was on the way from Leeds to London to search for the one person that I never wanted to see for the rest of my life.

I haven’t heard of him since I left. If I had had a miscarriage he wouldn’t know. If I had died during giving birth, he wouldn’t know. He didn’t even know whether it was a boy or girl. I obviously knew a bit about him though.

It’s hard not to, since he was now such a successful Youtube celebrity. It’s funny how he was actually living together with the guy whose videos he showed me when we were 18.

I sometimes caught myself starring at his Youtube channel, but I have never dared to click on one of his videos. I wouldn’t bear seeing him. Sometimes it’s even hard for me to look at my son, since he looks like the mini version of him with lighter hair.

A monotonic voice announced that we had reached the underground station that I had to get off at.

I walked up the dirty stairs and after checking the directions I got on another bus. I hadn’t been in London for ages and just realized how much I had missed this beautiful place. I got off three stations later and started searching for the address that I was given.

As I passed the numbered houses and got closer to the one that I was searching for, my stomach was tied into a knot and I was seconds away from vomiting into Dan’s plants next to the his red front door.

I stared at the closed entrance for almost five minutes until I gathered the strength to ring the doorbell. I waited and while I hoped that nobody would answer I prayed that this was the right address and that I’d found him.

I nervously bit my bottom lip as the door opened. I immediately recognized the black haired boy. His hair was shorter and less emo but overall he hadn’t changed too much.

I wasn’t sure if Dan had mentioned my existence. I knew that he hadn’t told his fans.

“Hi, my name is Y/N. I’m Dan’s ex-girlfriend and I really need to see him.” I stuttered.

He looked at me with kind blue eyes and shortly after he introduced himself as Phil he guided me up the stairs.

As he saw that my hands were shaking he eyed me worriedly. Although I had already planned what to say a million times and imagined how this situation might go, I was still fatally nervous.

“Who is it ?” I heard somebody call. Phil opened the white door in front of us for me and without him following I entered the room.

The door fell shut, I heard Phil’s footsteps on the floor and then I saw him.

He was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper in the lounge. He looked up from the white pages as he saw me. A confused expression appeared on his still beautiful face. The 18 year old boy that I had left 5 years ago had turned into a man. He wasn’t slender anymore and his arms didn’t look like they were too large for his body. He got rid of his long hair just like his friend Phil. Although I loved his fringe I had to admit that this hair cut suited him very well.

“Y/N?” He asked as soon as he had recognized my face.

I had planned this on the train, tube and bus and now that it was happening I was speechless and my mouth wouldn’t open. I just nervously stood there feeling like the dumbest person in the entire world in the middle of his lounge.

'Why is he so damn beautiful’ I cried to myself.

“Why don’t you sit down” he asked politely. “Do you want some coffee or tea?”

 2 minutes later he returned from the kitchen and placed a cup of hot breakfast tea in front of me.

“So…” he started. “ How uhm- what happened after you left?”

“I moved back to my parents”

“Leeds, right?”

“Yeah”

“And the..”

“His name is Luke” I simply stated just to see his reaction.

He swallowed hard. “It’s a boy” he breathed and his eyes got watery.

I nodded looking away. Minutes of silence followed in which Dan tried to comprehend that there was an actual human being out there that shared his DNA.

“Do you need money, I thought you’d come sooner or later.”

“Money!? wait- what ..– no.” I said irritated.

“Okay, I get that you are probably asking yourself why I am here since you thought that you’d never see me again. To be honest Dan, I really wanted to never see you again. The person that left me alone, pregnant at 18.”

I swallowed hard but continued with a strong voice.

“I look at Luke and remember that you didn’t want him to survive. Luke looks so much like you and he doesn’t even know because he has never seen has biological father. “

Dan looked down, a hint of shame and regret surrounded him.

“When I come home from work at 10 pm he crawls into my bed and asks me where you are and why you aren’t here. And every time he asks me I don’t know what to say. Should I tell him that his father is gone because he exists? Should I tell him his father left because he didn’t want to be his dad?”

Dan slightly shook his head as if he were disagreeing, probably disappointed by his past self.

“Every time he asks who you are, I close the laptop tab that I had opened your Youtube channel in because if he saw your videos he’d want to see you in real life. And I would have to hear your voice while he stares at the screen.”

I heard my voice getting weaker, but there was still something to be said.

“When the doctors told us that Luke needed suitable stem cells after his chemotherapy in order to survive he asked me if he was going to be alright again and once again I didn’t know what to say.”

Dan’s lowered head snapped up as his eyes met mine and they were full of shock and horror.

“Every night I pray that the right someone would donate his or her stem cells that can be used for my little angel. Then this morning the doctor called me into his office to tell me that he checked the data and found out that Luke’s father could be a possible donor. And all I could think about was that I shouted 'the baby doesn’t need you’ in your face the last time we spoke.”

My voice broke as my whole body was shaking.

“Right now my 4 years old son is lying in a hospital bed and the only person that can save his life is the one that I’d still be together with if I had already ‘killed’ him 5 years ago.”

Dan’s expression spoke of unbelievable pain and every word that left my mouth was like another hit. There were tears in both of our eyes.

“And when Luke asked me where I was going today as I left his side at 4 in the morning to get here I answered : I’m going to get dad.”