06-11-2017, 06:28 PM
I trusted my mate with what he said; but I wasn't so sure for my sickness.
Two weeks went by, and we have officially settled in the village. Andres put up a bakery and I was amazed that he could bake so well! His chocolate cookies were to die for! I liked them so much that I would ask him over and over for it. Now he always made sure to have some for me, especially that it was the only thing that I could eat without needing to vomit. Despite all, I was gaining weight. That shouldn't happen. I already needed to make some stitches on my clothes so that it would fit me still.
Talking about stitching, I managed to convince Andres to let me do some sewing works for our neighbors. Though little, it brought money and I was more than thankful that I could be of help with the income. I don't like feeling a handicap or a burden, now that I've still been getting sick.
I just finished vomiting, and as always my beloved was at my side to comfort me. "I'm feeling better, love. Thank you. I..." I was about to protest again but just couldn't resist that worried look on him anymore. "Fine. Do you know someone we could trust?" We swayed and just got lost with the romantic feeling. I rested my head on his chest, humming a tune that would match well to whatever we're dancing. I was so relaxed, and content being with my mate like this that I forgot all my worries. "I love you so much, Andres. Thank you for this new life."
Two weeks went by, and we have officially settled in the village. Andres put up a bakery and I was amazed that he could bake so well! His chocolate cookies were to die for! I liked them so much that I would ask him over and over for it. Now he always made sure to have some for me, especially that it was the only thing that I could eat without needing to vomit. Despite all, I was gaining weight. That shouldn't happen. I already needed to make some stitches on my clothes so that it would fit me still.
Talking about stitching, I managed to convince Andres to let me do some sewing works for our neighbors. Though little, it brought money and I was more than thankful that I could be of help with the income. I don't like feeling a handicap or a burden, now that I've still been getting sick.
I just finished vomiting, and as always my beloved was at my side to comfort me. "I'm feeling better, love. Thank you. I..." I was about to protest again but just couldn't resist that worried look on him anymore. "Fine. Do you know someone we could trust?" We swayed and just got lost with the romantic feeling. I rested my head on his chest, humming a tune that would match well to whatever we're dancing. I was so relaxed, and content being with my mate like this that I forgot all my worries. "I love you so much, Andres. Thank you for this new life."