登入"Cheesy." She said it with a chuckle. "I'm being honest."I replied and kissed her again, this time harder, and she rose onto her toes to meet me. Her hands fisted in my shirt. I walked her back a step until her shoulders met the wall beside the door, still holding her face."You kiss do intensely, you have to calm down."She whispered against my lips. "I am trying."I laughed."Also, Rosa said you're on your period."She blinked."Mom told you that?""Yeah. She told me to be with you." I searched her eyes. "Are you feeling okay? Does it hurt? Tell me if you need anything." "Would you caress my tummy if it does?""You know I would. Whatever you need to feel comfortable." She smiled and kissed me this time, and I let her take the lead. My other hand slid to her waist. "Tarzan," she whispered, "I love you so much." "Say it again." "I love you so much." "That makes me so happy. Thank you." "Mind if I interrupt?" Rosa's voice cut through the quiet. We pulled apart and looked
Just then my phone rang."Diana calling."Lena pulled back first."That must be important," she said, not looking at my face."It's probably about the same issue that Eric called about. Paris and your contract with Mr. Jean Pierre."I replied, and held her face in my palm—thumb still wet from her tears."Are you sure?"She asked."Whatever the reason was, it doesn't matter right now."I replied and kissed her again before she could say anything else.Her mouth opened under mine and I took it, slowly, then deeper. She made a small sound against my lips and I felt it all the way down.I tilted her face, searching her eyes when I pulled back just enough to breathe."Look at me, Lena," I whispered against her mouth.She did."I need you to understand something. I don't care if you never get pregnant. I don't care if we never have children. I would rather have you—just you—for the rest of my life than have a house full of children with anyone else. I want you more than anything in life. I
Rosa took a slow breath."She even suggested that maybe the two of you should break up."My head snapped toward her so fast I felt something pinch in my neck."What? She wants to break up with me?! Did you say no? Did you try to convince her how much that would hurt me? Did you let her know how—""Tarzan, calm down.""I am calm! I am calm!" I wasn't calm. My heart was pounding against my ribs like it was trying to break free. "If only my mother was alive, maybe... she could help me talk to Lena in a way she would understand my feelings.""Hey, don't say that." Rosa's voice softened, but there was a firmness underneath it. "I know how much you love her. I know!""Then why didn't you tell her?""I never said I didn't." She paused, then reached out and touched my arm. "Look at me, Tarzan."I slowly lifted my gaze to hers.She smiled."I am certain that Lena understands your feelings. You two are in a relationship. She always tells us how much you mean to her so don't think she's not a
Rosa took a slow breath."She even suggested that maybe the two of you should break up."My head snapped toward her so fast I felt something pinch in my neck."What? She wants to break up with me?! Did you say no? Did you try to convince her how much that would hurt me? Did you let her know how—""Tarzan, calm down.""I am calm! I am calm!" I wasn't calm. My heart was pounding against my ribs like it was trying to break free. "If only my mother was alive, maybe... she could help me talk to Lena in a way she would understand my feelings.""Hey, don't say that." Rosa's voice softened, but there was a firmness underneath it. "I know how much you love her. I know!""Then why didn't you tell her?""I never said I didn't." She paused, then reached out and touched my arm. "Look at me, Tarzan."I slowly lifted my gaze to hers.She smiled."I am certain that Lena understands your feelings. You two are in a relationship. She always tells us how much you mean to her so don't think she's not a
Rosa took a slow breath."She even suggested that maybe the two of you should break up."My head snapped toward her so fast I felt something pinch in my neck."What? She wants to break up with me?! Did you say no? Did you try to convince her how much that would hurt me? Did you let her know how—""Tarzan, calm down.""I am calm! I am calm!" I wasn't calm. My heart was pounding against my ribs like it was trying to break free. "If only my mother was alive, maybe... she could help me talk to Lena in a way she would understand my feelings.""Hey, don't say that." Rosa's voice softened, but there was a firmness underneath it. "I know how much you love her. I know!""Then why didn't you tell her?""I never said I didn't." She paused, then reached out and touched my arm. "Look at me, Tarzan."I slowly lifted my gaze to hers.She smiled."I am certain that Lena understands your feelings. You two are in a relationship. She always tells us how much you mean to her so don't think she's not a
"Oh dear. You didn't break anything, Tarzan. You don't have to blame yourself for this."Rosa replied."But what am I supposed to do?" My voice cracked, with frustration. "I know she's struggling, Rosa. I know she's angry about something. She's not like this without a reason. Lena is the kindest person I know. But I don't know how to help her. I don't know what to do to cheer her up because I don't even know what the problem is. It's frustrating.""Tarzan, Lena really wanted that pregnancy to be positive. I think it started from there. She always tells me how much you wanted a child. So she thinks about it a lot, and she wanted to have your child. From all I have seen, Lena is likely to put others' needs before her own, and she takes it seriously, especially the needs of people she love.""Hell, I don't want a child the way I want her! If she's getting this upset over a pregnancy because she wants to make me happy, what's the need? All I wanted was for her to be happy."I replied."Sh
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