Initially, I wanted to prove Rosaleigh wrong. She'd asked if I could prepare any Switzerland delicacies, I said I couldn't but wondered how hard it could be.I mean, how hard can it be?I ended up burning the cheese and because we were too focused on the burnt cheese, the potatoes in the oven suffered the same fate.We then decided on room service while we watch a movie, "Now this is how you make Raclette," she teases while moaning softly.I give her a playful side eye then we continue eating in silence, I couldn't focus on the movie, granted that it's in German.But Rosaleigh on the other end has her eyes glued to the screen, following the subtitles like they're just words in a book.The flash of recognition when a certain word is repeated and reaction of the actors, she's a quick learner.The entire two hours my eyes are on her, observing her every move. The flash of hatred when Hans is with Kristin, when she bites her lip in anticipation.Occasional realization that her stomach is
Rosaleigh's P.O.V "No, no, no guys! Two vases at each table! And there are supposed to be ten chairs at each table, why am I seeing six?!" With a groan I slump onto one of the chairs.This wasn't a good idea, being on my period and planning the new year's ball, not for me.I should've listened when Xander insisted that I stay at home and rest, now I feel nothing but regret and exhaustion.Speak of the devil, he appears out of thin air wearing Prada and carrying a bag of Chinese takeaway.An immediate grin plasters itself on my face, I stand up and engulf him in a hug. "Omg you're the best," I squeal, he laughs hugging me back with one arm.I want to pull away and take the Chinese but the feel of being in his arms is comforting and somehow chases away all my cramps."I missed you," I find myself saying, although it's only been a few hours, it felt like years in my eyes.Time is different when he isn't here, it goes by so slowly and begrudgingly I hate it."I missed you too gorgeous,"
"Merry Christmas!" I jolt up in shock, at the foot of the bed stands six people and one seated.My eyes widen, "oh my goodn—" my words are cut off as I notice the mini cannons in their hands that spew out white fake snow.I shriek, "no!" And protect myself below the covers, someone rips them off and within two seconds I'm being attacked with snow and tickles.I can't stop giggling but when all gets enough I jump into offense mode, the girls are now under my mercy as I tickle them.When the snow runs out, I stop. Ruffling it all out of my hair I look directly at them all, "Now tell me why I'm being attacked by two naught elves and five people—who are too old for this— on Christmas day?" As if for some effect Nic sprays the last of his snow in my face, I huff some of it out of my mouth and clear my face."Firstly you are never too old to snow attack someone," he shrugs."And because we've been waiting for an hour for you to wake up, you've been voted as the victim for this year," Lucia
"Should I be expecting storks to deliver grandchildren soon?" My father asks, the moment we descend down the stair case.Noelle appears from the kitchen with a plate of cookies in her small hands, her eyes glittering with excitement. "Really?! Am I getting a little brother for Christmas?!" Xander and I shake out heads."Oh no princess, your little brother had to wait a little while longer," she pouts making me go to her level and kiss her forehead."I'm sorry but at least now you have most of my attention," her pout is then replaced with a large grin."It's six thirty can we please open presents?!" Someone yells from the living room, I laugh as Noelle runs to the living room Xander scolding her for it.Now we're all gathered around in the living room, including Kat...I wonder when she arrived.The kids are on the floor, along with Xander and I. Nic and Lia are cuddled up in a one seater, Julio, Kat and dad are squished on the love seat."Youngest first," Dad announces, and so it goes
*Julien Madrid- MessThis is the main song for the chapter but you can still play the others throughout.*~*~*~* The place is already buzzing with life, Xander hasn't left my side since we arrived.He forced my upstage with him while he did his opening speech—that I wrote— and then the whole event began.It was a series of activities that all attained money for what we wanted. A few pleasantries were conducted for the clients that we hadn't seen at the Cancer charity ball.Xander's father, mother and sister are here but he's made it a mission to avoid them at all costs without raising any suspicions.It's a half an hour until midnight and all the orange juice glasses I've had are catching up to me, "I need the bathroom," I whisper in his ear, he nods with a smile.I hand him my OJ, and he whispers in my ear: "Don't be too long," I almost laughed but was too scared that I'd pee on myself.Relief washes over me as I relieve my bladder and change out my tampon, I flush the toilet and wa
The cold air whips my exposed body, I refuse to cry or look back when I hear a desperate cry for me to stop. Standing by the sidewalk I wave my hand in desperation to catch a cab, finally one pulls by. I get in the same time Xander exits the building and rushes towards us. I stare at him blankly and lock the door. "Where to Miss?" The cabby asks, I'm silent while watching Xander bang on the window calling my name. Tears are now rolling down my face, he tops and looks me in desperation. "Miss?" This draws me away, "L.A., I'll give the location when we get there," he nods and drives. My husband chases after us until the car is going at a speed he can't catch up to, I find myself looking back at his hopeless shrinking body in the middle of the road. When he's no longer visible, I sigh and slump in my seat, silent tears ruining my make up. "There's tissue in that compartment if you'd like?" I nod and reach for it, sniffling. "Thank you," *~*~*~* I can't stop knocking on the doo
"Look, I know you're angry and hurt but I can explain," he says softly not looking at me, he sits down on the floor, resting against the bed.Now we're on the same level, talking to one another across the room. If anyone walked in they'd think some crazy sh*t is going on, especially since I'm crying now."Before you say anything else, tell me the truth. Nothing but," I say softly but he hears, he looks up at me and tears well up in his eyes.He has no right to cry!Now it's my turn to look away, "Can I just at least come closer to you, I can't stand being this far from you," We're no more than a few meters apart but I know what he means and agree, we may now be only a few feet apart but we still seem for from one another."So?" The word comes out more harsh than I intended."That kiss...that kiss was one sided, I swear," I scoff."You didn't push her away, the counts as something," I wince at my tone, but he do
*X Ambassadors- Unsteady *Anson Seabra- Broken*Astrid S- Years*NF- Paralyzed*~*~*~* No.No, no, no, no, no.Anger, fear and hurt bustle in me, my body is shaking and I can't stop it. Whatever hope I had in me is gone now, emptiness taking its place."What the f*ck is this?!" I yell turning to him, I haven't moved into the room much more.I'm too scared of what I'll see upfront, confusion is written all over my face. He rubs his hand over his face and hair with a sigh."What the f*ck Xander?!" I try again, my voice echoes throughout the empty mansion.He remains quiet, staring at me with such intensity that it feels like I'm being stabbed by a thousand needles.A tear escapes his eye, he doesn't wipe it away but let's it fall and allows the others to follow. I turn abruptly and look around the small but huge space, it's cold in here so instinctively I wrap my ar