If I Could See The World
♡Vilde x Chris♡
One might say that Vilde Lien Hellerud had gotten far in life, but here as she stood over the casseroles, sweat pipling on her forehead, trying her best to not get annoyed at the constant "Mamma!" coming from the two children, she wasn't sure she agreed so much. She wasn't even Vilde Hellerud anymore, not even Lien. Vilde Bakke was her name now. Married with children. All within the age of 26.
Her husband had texted that she needed to set the table for an extra guest, because apparently a colleauge was joining them. They had to have some important meeting after hours in their home. Vilde had felt the knot tying in her gut at the text. Never had she started to clean and prep their house as fast as today. Her husband was relatively new in his job and let's just face it; it had been sheer dumb luck that he even got the job in the first place. The man was a lousy deadneck, and certainly wasn't qualified for the job. It was way above his league. She knew he'd be pissed off if the house they recently purchased wasn't spotless when he and his colleauge arrived.
Vilde did love her husband, she was almost certain she still did. He perhaps wasn't the kindest person, never did anything to lift a finger, he had been jumping from one job to another, always quitting before it became too obvious he was a lousy, lazy man. Yet, Vilde felt she...owed him? You see, at the mere age of 18, she got pregnant. And god knows she didn't dare tell the actual dad, so Vilde left Oslo, and started her life as a single mom. That was when she met her husband, four years older than her but he did seem to really like her and she did too. And even better, he didn't mind her son.
Now, they had moved back to Oslo. Vilde had been skeptical but well; she was unemployed and barely any education. She just had to follow her husband. Whenever an idea of leaving begun spinning, she had to let it go quickly; after all, she had NOTHING. No money, no friends anymore, just herself, her kids and her crippling mental state.
"Er middagen klar?" The entry door opened and Vilde refrained from clenching her jaw as he didn't even bother to say hey, just demanding as always. "Ja." she simply replied from the kitchen, before calling down the children from their rooms. "Kasper, Sandra, middag. Husk, vi har gjester." almost at once two children ran down the stairs. Kasper, 8 years old, and Sandra, 5. Sandra was almost certainly a splitting image of her mother. Just as blond and with the exact same tiny little nose. Kasper? Well...he was quite similar to his actual dad, even if Vilde had always told her husband that he wasn't. He would probably dislike that his 'son' looked like his biological dad.
Vilde carried the food to the dining room and that's when her far too frail arms almost lost the heavy casserole. Everything was spinning, her heart was pumping hard, and she felt as if she honestly was about to die. The colleauge her husband had brought home wasn't some random person. Her worst nightmare was coming true. It was Christoffer Schistad, Penetrator Chris,
Kasper sin biologiske far.
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