164| Mending Relationship With Dad .NICHOLAS .Sometimes my Julie is unpredictable. She asks something suddenly and catches me off guard. Even tonight she is thinking about someone else. Even tonight she is not selfish — asking me to have a conversation with my arrogant dad and solve everything between us. I huff at the thought. How did she think I would be doing it for her? Yes, of course, she trusts me the most after her dad. She trusted me that I will talk to my dad but honestly if even today he tried to be an asshole, I am going to leave him. Yes, I will. I am not kidding anymore. I come out of the huge hotel, in which we decided to arrange the ceremony. I search for my dad and I do not find him anywhere. I go to the backside of the hotel where there is a huge park and it is decorated perfectly. I run my eyes around and spot that old man — my dad sitting on a bench, looking at somewhere absent-mindedly. I walk to him, adjusting the lapels of my jacket. I stand behind him,
165| So Much Love.Julie.I take a deep breath after we are home. I plop onto the bed and close my eyes. Soon, I hear the sound of the door opening and then he steps in my direction. I keep my eyes closed. He comes and sits next to me. He then leans in and kisses my forehead. I smile. He then moves back and then lies next to me. We stay like that for a moment before I get up and start unzipping my gown. The windows of our room are already closed. I am a bit tired but not too tired. There is an orange glow in our room and I know he knows what I am doing right now. After I come out of my huge and heavy gown, I remove other accessories and there I see Nick opening his eyes and then sitting on the bed, looking at me intensely. "I promised," I say, lowering my gaze and going to him. He smiles. "I'm glad you remember, baby." He then pulls me towards him. I stumble upon his lap as he pulls me unexpectedly. My palms land on his shoulders and my knees bend on either side of his body. I
EPILOGUE.JULIE.It has been five years of our marriage and life has only become beautiful with my partner. Nick. We have a two-year- old baby girl. Her name is Narois. Yeah, the name is given by Nick only. It means flower. Nick's favourite flower. Well, he never liked flowers but the day Narois was born, he found difficulty in holding her. Only because she was so delicate and little. She was pink. She was sleeping and Nick never knew how to hold something or someone very delicately so he first made a few kinds of positions but when I yelled at him — only because I was worn out and Nick was busy doing a dance of his awkward positions — he silently stood straight and held out baby. But even at that time, he was afraid of hurting her. Seriously, I was melting at that time. At that moment, I realised he was going to be her hero, her king and the best father in the world for her. I squirm when I feel a soft and small touch on my face and neck. I squeeze my eyes shut and hum at my bab
NICHOLAS“Is this what you wanted?” My neck turns to my left as I ask Scott who is sitting next to me and sipping on his crimson wine. My eyes lazily gaze up at him and I feel bored even though I am surrounded by a crowd of young people with so much energy in their bodies. The music is blasted around us on which they are swaying their bodies. Everything around me screams enjoyment but I am not into it. Scott looks at me as his hand pulls the wine glass down. He puts it down on the table standing in front of us. A lazy smirk grazes over his red wet lips as he answers me, “Yes but no, buddy!” He giggles and his head falls forward before he pulls himself back and giggles again. What’s happening to him? He seems possessed!“I wanted you to enjoy here, Nik. You’ve got the fucking job, and what excuse do you need to be happy?” He raises his brows, throwing his head back so it is resting on the headrest of the settee comfortably. “I know.” I sigh, running my eyes around and feeling nothi
JULIEI take a shower and come out of the bathroom. My wet feet would fall on the creamy doormat in the middle of the floor, due to which the droplets slipping down from my body moistened it. I could care less about it. I make my way into my dark room and my hand reaches to turn the lights on. The room lightens with a warm orange glow, covering each corner of my room. Most of the things in my room are pink, peach and white so the orange color makes them look like they have been sunbathing. Walking to the closet, I take out a pair of hunter-green sweatpants with a white jacket. I pull out a white tank top to wear inside the jacket and put them on to leave the room after making my hair and turning the lights off. In the kitchen downstairs, I see my dad filling a cup of coffee for himself. He looks at me and passes me a smile before uttering, “Good morning, princess.” “Good morning, dad.” I make my way to him and press a kiss against his cheek before taking a seat beside him. He join
JULIEWell my new professor has a good voice, no doubt about it. His deep voice is like a thick honey to comfort anyone when it descends from their throat, and it is even better to listen to him while looking at the change outside the window. The weather is very nice. The trees standing outside are shedding their leaves at a slow speed, colliding with the gusts of wind. The sun is also hiding behind the clouds. Winter is on the doorstep, it is clearly visible. And I love every season. Keeping my face on the palm, I cannot get tired of looking at the open sky. “Ms. Dawson!” I want to fly in such a big sky. I wish I had wings, I could fly through this window. “Ms. Dawson!” And I also like this sound coming from behind. I would like to record it and keep it with me. “Ms. Julie Dawson!!” I hurriedly got up, my head snapped with the speed of light as my widened eyes took a look at the person who just yelled at me. A hiss escaped my lips after I heard a cracking sound and no doubt
JULIE"Blue!" My palms turned into fists as I leaned closer and whispered into her ear. She is sitting right before me. "Yeah?" She whispers back. Her head comes closer to me as she leans back, giving more attention to my rant than Mr. Fransisco's lecture. "You know I saw Mr. Taylor in the cafe," I say and she hums, asking me to continue. "His eyes… god, his eyes glowed!""Did they?" She whispers back and I notice her eyebrows pulling together as she tries to focus on what I am telling her. "How's it possible, by the way? Did you see his eyes under the light? Then they're bound to glow, stupid," she adds and giggles in the end, bowing her head and hiding her stretched lips behind her palm. I sigh. "Come on, I'm not that stupid!" I complain and she giggles again, the sound coming hushed. "And his eyes are dark, for your kind information. They can shine only under the sunlight," I tell her with a roll of my eyes which she can not see. I do not care. "Good logic, but still, Jules, i
JULIEI come out of the car as I kiss my dad goodbye. I make my way to my classroom and find my dear cousin Blue standing at the door. I spread my arms wide as I welcomed her for a hug. She jumped in my embrace and hugged me tightly. Her strawberry scent meets my nostrils and I smile unconsciously. "It's good to see you smiling, Jules," she sighs, pulling away. My arms let go of her figure and I scan her outfit which I find pretty later. She always dresses up like an angel. Or I say just like Lolita. She is wearing a white knee-length dress with red small heart patterns. There is a pearl necklace wrapped around her neck and black shoes on her feet. I wonder if she is not into old men. "Thanks, you know I just can't stay sad all the damn time," I say as we walk into the classroom. The sound of my classmates' shouting falls in my ears and I turn my eyes and see that my classmates are playing with fun by throwing and catching something. Jeremy is also one of them. That thing comes fl