The Woman Of THREE CROWN PRINCES
YOUR SUGAR BABY WANNA BE Part 60. Me and You, We're Perfect Together.
"Vanilla baby, you were too charred last night. Try again the temperature is lowered." He took a chance in the narrowing in the morning.
"Oven, your outlet hasn't been unplugged..." He kissed me from behind between something that was lifted up down there early in the morning.
"It can't be unplugged, dear Vanilla, you know it's like this morning. Especially if there's a Vanilla needs to be heated."
"Crazy oven." I tried to escape, but the oven door was too close. There was no chance of escape. Within a few seconds the door was closed.
"Vanilla, your voice is..." I can't stand the way this hot oven works, somehow he knows how to scorch me. Or it's the way that forces it that I like,
"God..." I'm decapitated and charred now.
"Vanilla's been scorched. Wait for the outlet to be dead any minute." He raised the temperature again and scorched us together once again soon.
Morning was suffocating, but I didn't work. He who always works, I just accept the appearance of the body of this conqueror is comparable to the way it satisfies women.
"Vanilla darling.you're so easy to burn."
That hot oven was endlessly teasing me here, so I thought, I can't help but have my face flushed again in front of Zia.
"Don't be so affectionate in front of your mother I'm ashamed."
"alright. You're a shame with your missed sigh. Your own fault why it's charred so quickly." He kissed me. "Are you happy Vanilla." He looked me in the cold morning.
"Very."
"I'm happy, I remember the first time I met you looked so depressed. But now I'm making you smile a lot and get a little charred." I laugh.
"I love you Oven, thank you for making me happy and charred."
"And I'm glad it's always hot." The absurd conversation in the morning felt very silly.
"Come on, I want to help Zia. I want to get up early and help Zia harvest.
"Well, you do know how pleasing Mama is."
"She's your Mama, of course I have to make her happy like my own Mama." He smiled and kissed me.
"Let me warm you up for a second. It's too early, don't rush." He hasn't let go of his embrace. I let out a breath and let myself in his arms.
It's a precious moment maybe at one time or another. Let me remember him a little longer.
A cousin who came to Aunt's house. He brought his five-year-old daughter.
"Hi you're so funny. What's your name." The girl in the bright yellow pretty dress ate with the voraciously pasta I made.It seems she was a little starving.
"I'm Lola Zio."
"How much money do you love." He sat next to the little girl with those round pretty eyes. While her mom talks to me and Zia. 0
"Five." While pointing his finger at Fabri.
"Five, ohh you already know how to count."
"It's uncle, it's 100." The little girl showed us her intelligence. And even he told the newly met Uncle. And the Uncle in front of him seemed amazed by his storytelling ability.
"Mom says I can see people harvesting apples?" He wanted to see an apple tree here.
"Can you finish your meal? Come on Uncle carried to the garden."
"Can Mama? My uncle is done eating. Don't want to add any more." He asked his mother, pleading.
"Well, don't bother Uncle, obey what Uncle says." He's nodding.
"Uncle I don't want to be carried is big, just want to walk, I want to be carried to pluck the apple." Everyone laughed at his words. I wish I could have had a different kind of happiness like this. A little princess who can tell me a lot. Life is the perfect miracle.
Again, there is no perfect life. Every situation has its own problems, nothing is easy. Every situation has its challenges. You have to accept what you can't do with your chest.
It's been perfect and it makes me so happy.So I always tell myself.
We caught up with them in the garden later. Getting those two guys to get along well. Fabri who claims to dislike the children seems to be able to blend in well with a small child. A pleasant surprise turned out.
"Lola, are you familiar with Uncle heh? Clever you use people to hold you. Uncle's tired let's get down."
"Liliane's fine, she's still light, she's happy to reach all these peach. He's helping the harvest he said." The kind uncle helped the stumpy hands turn the ripe peach and put it in their own basket to be brought home.
"Just let Lilia, she could be learning a good uncle."I'm happy to see him enjoying his time with Lola.
Even if maybe me and this oven didn't stand a chance. But I don't know if I'm happy he can think of the kids as something fun.
"Of course he's serious. I'll make sure of it." Zia answered him. Bova laughed when she heard her mother. I just smile...
"Uncle and Aunt, when did you guys have a sister like me. I can get her to play if she's older, we can help Grandma out in the garden." I smiled at his plain question.
"Ehhm, pray Aunt Lola, maybe your prayers will be granted by the good angel up there. And you'll have a playmate later." Because it takes a miracle from up there to make it all happen.
"I'll pray for Aunt and Uncle, get a little sister like me. I'll take her to play and hold her to pick an apple." Everyone laughed, he was so chatty for a five-year-old.
Fabri looks smiling. Perhaps this was the first time she realized the idea of having a child was not so terrible actually. He used to think of it as a very complicated thing. But it was not as scary as in his mind.
I asked him after they left and we sat together under a peach tree that still left a little of it.
"The idea of having a child isn't so creepy, you can blend in well with Lola." I take it seriously this is an important question for me.
"Hmm I don't know, maybe it's not too creepy, if he's as smart as Lola it'll be easier, it seems he's a quick kid to understand."
"I can't give you something like that, if you want it you'll have to find someone else." I'm afraid he's regretted his whole life being with me, when he could get whomever he wanted.
"What you said, I didn't trade you for Lola or anyone else. We're not continuing this conversation, Vanilla. Why would you say such a thing." He looked at me and said it out loud.
"I'm just afraid you're sorry."
"I'm grateful to be in love with you. Never regretted all this time, even though we went through a lot of trouble, I never minded helping you. And now I feel so complete, so happy with you. There's not enough of us both, enough of it. Understand Vanilla, Oven and Vanilla are the perfect couple."
I leaned on him.
"You know, I've been in this position, I thought everything was perfect. But then trouble after trouble came, there was almost nothing left of this love." I talked about my marriage before.
"Maybe it's because you're building the perfect dream, but you and I aren't looking for the perfect dream, just looking for a friend to hold hands with. I might be a little scared of such a marriage, too much expectation." He sighed and grabbed my shoulder.
"I'm just afraid of letting you down..." My words make me smile.
"I'm afraid of disappointing you, too. As adults, we realize we cannot expect others to be perfect for us. But what our partner can also accept each other's imperfections if they want to walk together."
"You've never been married, but you can say that."
"It's simple getting older, the more you've faced a lot of people you'll know naturally. I have shortcomings, I sometimes focus too much on work, I'm afraid I can't be a good father if I have children. But in hindsight it went by itself. There is no perfect father, there is always a perfect mother..."
I laugh. Mom's not perfect either.
"Not really, they can also get angry. You are also just a human being."
"You're right, so I accept you like this. Let's not imagine the future too far, what if we just live our days by trying to feel happy. What is clear is that I accept you, accept us now."
"You sure?"
"About 100%, my son is not on my happiness list. I accept you for who you are."
"What if suddenly there's a miracle ahead?"
"That's a miracle, then I guess I'm very happy. But I think one is enough. I'm afraid I can't handle magical creatures running around under me excitedly." I laughed when I heard him describe children as magical creatures.
"They'll yell at each other and throw something."
"I'm not sure I can bear that." Oven laughs.
"That's a beautiful shadow." I let out a breath. Humans have always been so, what they find hard to get is a beautiful shadow for them.
"We're just happy okay. Because this is enough for me."
"Hmmm.agree." I think so too.
"I'm sorry I suck sometimes, don't be so mad at me okay. Friends if angry for too long is not good."
"I'm sorry if I piss you off, too, but I love you my oven..."
"I love you my Vanilla Cookies."
We laughed and held hands under the peach tree.
The sky is not always blue. But gray clouds also certainly do not always hang.
Happiness and sadness sometimes come together.
It's a journey of life, because without the rainstorm you can't see a rainbow after the rain, without sadness you can't know what it is to be happy.
By being able to accept advantages and disadvantages, sadness and joy. Your life will feel perfect.