Jacob stood at the entrance of the kitchen blinking. And it's not because Ava is sitting in front of him. Nope. He is at her mother's house, and her being here is natural. What he is blinking at and is finding hard to believe is Ava, sitting with a lot of calories and stuffing them, like she has no car for the world. And before he can process his thoughts and think about what he is found to do. He did something that he didn't think he will do. Blinking, he took quick steps toward a very confused Ava, who is studying his movements with confusion, and before she can figure it out she got more confused when Jacob placed his hands on her forehead." What are you doing?" Ava scowled swatting his hands from her forehead. " Checking, if you are down with fear," he replies still studying her face. His eyes swapped from the ice cream to her face. Finally, understanding dawned upon Ava's face and she rolls her eyes. " I am perfectly fine. Thank you very much. " giving him
" Jacob please tell me I want to know, what is it that hurt you? " Ava pleaded looking at me, and I was still deciding if it is what I held her accountable for. Was I not hurt by the fact that she didn't return my feelings? Ni, I was hurt. But the rejection was less heartbreaking. Somewhere I was prepared for. I think all boys and girls who love someone, then decided to propose to them, are ready for their rejection. They don't want it but at the same time at the back of their head, they know the odds of their feeling being rejected and they prepare themselves for that. I know though, that the preparation is not of much help, no matter even if you know what the person's answer is going to be, still you will be hurt at the same level. Because love is something that makes you feel the best and at the same time leaves you at your worst. I look at Ava, her eyes pleading, the few tendrils that have fallen from her face, when she while ago and tired them in a messy bun
Since I was five years old, I find it difficult to huge my emotions. Whatever I am thinking, if you are a good observer, you will read me like an open book. I am that transparent. And hiding my emotions become more difficult if I am too excited. I don't know how to contain my excitement. I have always been a little too chirpy when I am this way. When I know something that fills me with hope and excitement. " Stop looking at me as if I am your favorite candy. " Ava groaned as she takes another bite of her banana pancake. Mom immediately looks at me and raises a brow, and like the over-excited I am, I give her a big smile. " Why are you so happy today?" mom asks wiping her mouth with the napkin as she is finished with her breakfast, her eyes on me looking with both confusion and curiosity. I look at mom and open my mouth to answer, but before I can do so, our house help enters the dining area, and she pours juice into mom's glass. Once she leaves mom once again l
I look at myself in the mirror and look. The black off-shoulder tube dress that Ava brought for me is hugging me tightly as it's my second skin, it is way too short for my liking. But according to Ava, it's a Hens party, so even if I go naked that doesn't matter. I wanted to interrupt her and tell her that she is very bad at assuring people, but hold my tongue. At least she is trying. From beneath the layers of perfect Ava, my sister is peeking out and I am not gonna do anything that is gonna solidify those layers, I want the layers to crack until they peel off and my sister shines brightly from inside it. I smile, as I recall how she was caring towards me and my mom last these days, she made sure that eat everything that is a necessity for a pregnant woman and at the same time taking care of my little cravings. She showered me with whatever I wished for. And mom, I think more than me mom is enjoying her company, they are finally covering up for the lost time, their
No sooner did we enter the club, than I knew we were not supposed to be there. And maybe not we. Only I know that I am not supposed to be here. Because except for me, everyone around gas their eyes shining as they drink the scene in front of us. " Ava you are a fucking genius." Kimberly excitedly raises Ava as she signals for one more tequila. This party is for me, but the club is full of Ava's friends but I cannot blame her, I didn't give her many options, the only option I gave her was Blair. Who might I add has my nerves in a twist? Because I am not the only one with a lot of drama in their lives. Ava and Blair have their dramas to spice up mine. Ava is Nathan's ex-finance, and Blair is the mother of his son. I was expecting cold shoulders or at least them trying to ignore each other's presence but none of that happened, instead, they met casually. I was the one with my jaw dropped when they air-kissed each other's cheek and looked proud declaring that they or
They threw the party. They called the strippers. Because of them, our location was leaked. And who's getting the heat of the moment? Me!!!!!!!! Angrily I look at Ava and Blair, who look at me with sheepish smiles with their hands raised. As if they are the most innocent being existing on this planet. I don't want to sound rude or anything, but at this very moment, I want my hands and their throat to have a conversation. Not only this I want to jab my fingers into their chest and ask only two questions. How? Who? I never wanted to be here. I was not enjoying the strippers. Hmmm... Ok, a little bit maybe. But that's not the point. The point is who told Xander our location? Whereas I am sending daggers to my sister and best friend, I don't have enough strength to turn and face my angry husband. And more than that I am feeling sorry for the stripper in front of me, who is looking behind me frozen as if he just saw a ghost. Little does he know that my husband is
" Stop laughing. " " I can't. " I reply looking towards Xander as I hold my stomach tightly because it's aching from laughing so hard, that I want to stop really want to stop but I again start laughing. " what is surprising is that you are not laughing. " " If you are telling me that I am not amused then you are wrong, I am amused but not as much as you. " I believe him because his lip twitching is enough to tell that he found it funny but being the Xander that he, I know is not going to let loose. He does but rarely and mostly when he is in only my presence. I don't know why men like him, are not comfortable expressing themselves. Their reactions are so measured as if they overexpressed then something blizzard will happen. As much as I love the fact there are things that he has reserved for me only and feel very special about, I want Xander to open up. I want him to express himself apart from his intensity. Do men like him think that if they expressed themselves, then
Xander has been constantly asking me about the wedding dress and I have come up with more than 100 reasons why I can't show it to him. But is he giving up!? No!!! The man is as persistent as an ant. If his head is stuck somewhere then it's hard to change his mind. " Why altar, why not now? You showed me everything that you bought or planned for the wedding but why not you dress," he asked seriously, the way his eyes narrowed at me and his eyes pointed, it was clear he is cur.us.. Come up with something Iris, or he won't leave it until he sees it. I take my brain with anything possible that can come from it. But every time I am coming to die as I have no idea what to..... Bingo!!! "mmm, it's because mom said it brings bad luck if the groom sees the dress before the wedding. Yeah, that's why. " he raises a brow, and there is a twitch to his lip as he gives me the look that says, ' You want me to believe that? '~" You can ask mom." I say immediately so that he believes th