Lord Lewis the Jealous Freak

"Miguel, Miguel.... gosh can't see a damn thing!' Tikka mumbled running her hands endlessly on the bed.

Just like always,she made sure to keep her glasses at the bed stand. But this morning

She can't find it

Sighing kinda angrily,she sat at the edge of the bed. Straining her eyes,she sighed again cos of her blurry vision.

"Where's the hell is Miguel?' she hissed and stood her.

"Good morning sweetheart "Miguel beamed pushing the door open

"Miguel,the hell are you?" Tikka asked softly. She started moving but bumped into the bed and fell on it

Rolling his eyes,he took long strides to her

"Why are you so damn stubborn? Let's just carry out the surgery already. I'll be the one to do it" Miguel said gently stroking her hair

He heard her mumble but couldn't comprehend anything she said cos she laid faced down

Miguel stood up and walked to the drawer. He brought out another pair of medicated glasses in a case

"C'mon babe 'he sat on the bed again. Tikka also sat up straight and collected the