Let's spend this life together

I want to do one stupid thing

Probably, it is worth telling a little what the twins' apartment is like. This is a two-story loft. On the first floor, there is a kitchen, dining room and common area, on the second there are four large bedrooms with their own bathroom and a common dressing room. On the ground floor, there was also a spacious room with a window instead of a wall, converted into a dance studio and a gym. It was from the second floor that Laurent rolled head over heels down the stairs to Lissa's screams. He was barely dressed: jeans were pulled on one leg, a T-shirt was pulled only around the neck, and a shirt was hanging from his shoulder, socks in his hands. Following Laurent, his red Jordans flew to the floor near the stairs, individually. The bag containing the rest of his travel gear fell right on top of him with a thud. Larry turned his head at the sound of the pounding, finding his twin almost half-naked on the floor with things scattered around him. From his and Liss's bedroom, you could hear swearing in Italian and something like, "Damn me I pulled to get pregnant from that damn Frenchman! Fucking hormones!" The twins' gazes met. Larry's eyes said, "I warned you." Laurent just rolled his eyes, groaning up off the floor and holding onto his lower back. Yes, Larry is right. She shouldn't have suggested arranging a wedding in the next couple of months when Less would be five months pregnant. As soon as he finished the sentence, one of the wedding magazines immediately flew into him. Then another one. And one more. When the printed matter ran out, the things that Liss had at hand were used. She was so angry that she herself did not notice how she switched to different languages, jabbering curses interspersed with curses.

A series of workshops saved Laurent from a storm named Alessandra. Atlanta first, then Vegas and Fiji. Laurent hoped that a little separation would give both of them time to cool down, allow them to put their thoughts and feelings in order. Laurent was embarrassed by Alessandra's behavior. The girl reacted too brightly to many completely innocent things. Her mood and desires changed more often than anyone in the room had time to blink. Even considering that Laurent worshiped her like a goddess and was ready to kiss the floor she walked on. In Liss increasingly aching back, more sweat, heart palpitations, and constant anxiety, and a feeling that something goes wrong. Lissa's belly grew larger every day. Every morning the girl reminded herself that two lives were growing inside her body at once. But Laurent's desire to get married as soon as possible found the wrong reflection in her thoughts. Alessandra wanted a beautiful wedding, in flowers and a perfect place, so that she was in the most beautiful dress with the same gorgeous Laurent. Not the size of a state and a puffy face, constant shortness of breath, and elephant legs. Laurent did not seem to see all this. And they quarreled. Two days after the fight, Less still did not answer his calls or SMS. The twins managed to leave Atlanta and fly to Vegas. Eleni, like Larry, hiding a smile, watched Laurent's torment. He checked the phone every few minutes, constantly stole their phones to call his, making sure that there was a connection and everything was working. Larry was especially pleased with the way the twin tries to appear normal as if he doesn't care that Lissa is blatantly ignoring Laurent. Laurent was beginning to get really nervous. This is their first fight when they cannot contact each other and solve the problem. Laurent was not ready to take a step back with Lissa: it was too late to retreat. Laurent could have dropped everything and fly to Lissa to resolve the conflict, but he wanted to make up, not continue the quarrel. For this, Laurent alone is not enough, Lissa also needs to calm down and try to think sensibly.

He and Larry will only be able to return home in a few days ... Damn ... Laurent rubbed his face irritably. This time, the twins were half an hour late for the workshop because of Laurent, who took too long and reluctantly to get ready, suppressing the growing urge to book tickets to New York. There were not very many people in the studio, about fifty people, and it was a joy. There was no desire to circle a hundred cameras. The warm-up took place in a calm and comfortable environment.