Are You Happy With Me の小説・ストーリー

Getting off the rock she goes “ I like how we ended this night with your friends here with us and our beautiful baby girl” I know what she means. “ Are you happy?” l asked her I made mistakes along the way in that relationship but in the end, I hope that I got it or at least I'm doing better. “ of course, I'm happy with you by my side and our girl, I could say life is good” she hugged me.

"You are the only one I can spend on. And I don't care. I don't care how much I do because I just want you to be happy" "Happiness is just when you are with me," I said. He pulled apart, a smirk on his face. I raised my eyebrow. He then pulled me in a passionate kiss. The atmosphere heated up suddenly as I gave in to him. This time, the kiss was much more heated up and we both were smiling inside with our eyes closed. I pulled apart when I got out of breath. "Are you happy?" he asked. "I'm always happy whenever I am with you" I replied.

It felt, if I was honest, like the safest thing I’d ever known. “Reed,” I said. “Yes.” “I want to ask you something and I want you to answer it honestly. Not carefully — just honestly.” He put down his fork. His full attention, which was already substantial, somehow increased. “Okay,” he said. “Are you happy?” I said. “Not fed. Not bonded. Not satisfied in the technical sense. Happy. Do you know what that means for you?”

"Aaaaaaaaaa really?" "Aaaaah are you telling the truth? Is that person really you? I scolded you a lot." "I used to say.. beauty and the beast, now I've been slapped in the face." "The face really hurts." "With a face like that, with a body like that, what do you do to hide it, do you think I believe it? I don't believe it!!" "Ah ah, Anne Jenner, come out here and clarify a bit, is that your boyfriend?"

I admitted. “Okay, let’s not complicate things. Do you love him?” “I think so. I’m not sure.” “Are you happy when you’re with him?” “Yes. I feel really happy and contented. He always makes me smile and he take care of me.” I replied honestly.

"Are you happy?" The words hit me like a breath I hadn't even been aware of holding. I nodded, slow and careful. "Yes. I'm… I'm really happy. Happier than I've been in years. He'sa good friend." "Then Cam doesn't get to take that away from you." I blinked. "Mum,"

I won't be satisfied until I have made those who are responsible pay for what they have done. "You have me. Am I not worth smiling for? Do I not make you happy?" She asks. "You are worth smiling for." I may be angry inside, but having Lisa here with me helps to bury this anger inside of me at times. I may not show it, but I'm happy that I have her. "Do I make you feel like I'm not happy with you?" I may be dealing with other things right now, but I never want to make her feel as if I'm not happy with her being here with me.

"I have one more." "Another weird question?" I smile up at him. "Sure, go ahead and ask whatever you want from me." This time, Noah doesn't offer me time to think before speaking his following question in a severe tone. "Are you happy?" Honestly, the question shocks me, and I freeze on the spot. The answer should be, "Yes," but I can't bring myself to say it. Does that mean it's a lie that I'm happy? The expression on Noah's handsome face turns to confusion as he sees my reaction. Sympathy is embedded into his eyes.

I am perfectly content here, with my mate, for as long as time will allow. “Are you happy, mate?” he asks, his lips gently grazing my cheek, his eyes stuck on my own, and his arms reflexing around my body. “I mean, truly happy, of course. Happy with me? Happy with our pups? Happy with this pack, sweetheart? Just tell me the truth.”

"We haven't told them yet, but soon we will. We just want to make sure we get through the ultrasound at the end of the week." I look at my friend, he's glowing. But it's not just with the tan he got on vacation; it's not because he's well-rested from not working, he's happy. I wonder if I've ever looked as happy as he does right now. Before I can stop myself, I ask, "Are you happy?" His eyebrows narrow together in question, before he speaks. "Happiest I've ever been in my life. Why? Do I not look like I am?"