Her eyes continued to scan the page until they finally landed on one of his drawings and after staring at it for several minutes, she started laughing.It was a drawing of her.She remembered how she had told him that she would never wear a dress, and she had meant it. When they had first met, she had insisted upon dressing as a boy, so Roman had drawn her in a pair of shorts and a shirt, the outfit covered up with her leather jacket. It had been one of the first times that she had laughed. She could remember him telling her that she was beautiful, and that he liked seeing her dressed like a boy instead of a girl. She had replied to him with a sarcastic comment, stating that as far as she was concerned there was a difference between male and female bodies, and she couldn't understand how he would prefer a girl to a boy. However, it had taken Roman less than five minutes to change his mind about her wardrobe choice and to decide that she could wear dresses, as long as she wore short

In the end, it took almost three hours before his parents and sister showed up at the house to pick him and Celine up for work. As soon as the car stopped at the parking lot outside the studio, both of them quickly exited the vehicle and headed towards the entrance, while Roman was busy unlocking the main doors, waiting for Celine to enter the studio first, while he held onto her hand so that she wouldn't lose her balance. Once she was inside, he closed the door before locking it once again.They walked up towards the elevator, making small conversation with each other along the way, trying to distract themselves with the new topics of their conversation, until finally the elevator dinged its arrival. They stepped inside and pressed the button for their floor, taking the opportunity to admire how amazing this particular floor looked from the inside. Not only were the colors and designs very unique and striking, but there was also a whole bunch of windows scattered throughout the r

"Roman?" Celine whimpered, arching her back as his hands moved up towards her sensitive spot."Mhm," he hummed in response, moving his hands away from her breast and resting them on her stomach before cupping her breasts, rubbing the tips of his thumbs against the skin of her sensitive spot."Can we go to bed now?" She asked, pulling her hips upwards to press her pelvis against his hands."Sure, baby," he replied, pulling away from her neck and letting his hands fall away from her two feminine parts.They both stood up from the couch, their bare feet touching the cool floorboards as Roman led Celine down the hallway to their room, unlocking the door and ushering her inside. Roman closed the door behind them, turning the lock before turning around to face her. She had placed her hands against either side of his face, staring deeply into his blue eyes."Are you sure that you want to marry me?" She asked.Roman grinned, bending down to place another soft kiss on her lips."Why wouldn't

“Roman?” A quiet voice asked.Roman turned his head to see Celine watching him with a puzzled expression on her face.“Hmm?” He answered her.“Do you hate me?”“Hate you? Why would I hate you?”She shrugged softly, “Because you were mad at me. You were angry at me because I kept telling you to find someone else to spend your summer vacation with.”He chuckled lightly, “I understand why you told me to do that. I mean, look at you. You’re beautiful. You are obviously perfect for everyone who sees you. And that’s not including me, of course.” He paused, taking a moment to gaze at her. “So, I forgive you.”“Thank you,” she whispered quietly, looking down at her lap.“You know what? Maybe, I am mad at you,” he replied, frowning slightly, “but only because you kept saying that it was impossible for us to have a relationship because of our history and that’s not true. We could just try again, you know.”“But what if I say no again? What will you do then? Will you give up on me? Are you willi

“What the hell are you talking about? Of course we’re going to be happy with the baby.”Celine glared angrily at Roman, “Really? Have you seen her? She looks like she’ll die in her next month.”Roman clenched his teeth, clenching his fists tightly as he gritted his teeth in anger, “Shut up, Celine, you’re being ridiculous. There’s nothing wrong with Estelle and I’ve never been happier with anyone else than I am with her,” he stated. “And besides, you’re exaggerating. Estelle is going to be great with the little ones. She has done so well in the past. And I know that we have to take good care of the kid because we love her.""I won’t let myself and you be selfish and keep her to ourselves while you’re busy trying to find a way to avoid the fact that your father will find out about this.”Celine sighed deeply, running her fingers through her hair in frustration. “I guess you’re right. I’m sorry. I just…” she trailed off, shaking her head.“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Roman