Arabella's and Hardin's story continues....
After almost three years of blissful marriage, and reigning as King and Queen, our star crossed lovers can't find a single fault in their perfection of a life.
Then, it gets even better with a special deli...
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"What did you dream of last night?" A moan vibrated from my chest as Elliot drew small calculated circles on my bare thigh.
"Hardin." The circles stopped. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be." His finger immediately tipped my chin up, a sign of reassurance, as our eyes bored into one another's. "You're bound to dream of him, it's natural and I doubt it'll ever stop. That's okay though, don't ever apologise for that."
A cheeky grin erupted onto his face. The act has quickly become my kryptonite. "I would prefer that you dream of me, you, naked in a bed instead but hey..."
I playfully whacked his chest, as we both erupted into laughter. The sun was shining in through the thin translucent curtains, that blew quietly in the wind. A tranquil peace descended upon as we plunged into what could be dear over as the perfect moment.
I never thought I would have one of these again.
One of those moment that you know will forever be imprinted into your memory, one of those memories which you can recall just like that. You remember everything about it, the weather, the smell, the way it felt to touch. Every single feeling omitted during that one precious memory would be yours to treasure forever.
That was this was. Just the two of us, lounging causally across my large king sized bed. My baby frantically kicking away inside my stomach, our hand intwined feeling the harsh but kind kicks.
I wanted it be this peaceful forever. I wanted life to be one of those moments.
My heart flooded with joy as I looked up to see him watching me, watching me with a sort of passion I never thought one could harbour for another person.
Elliot was mine now. Mine now and mine forever. Marriage would symbolise that, it would cherish that.
I knew I had made the right decision then because I felt it in my bones. I felt the happy future we would have together and I knew that this was it.
Hardin wasn't my forever, he was my start. He was the light that showed me what happiness could be. He was my past now, despite me longing for him to be my future.
Elliot was the brightness that reminded me that happiness still existed, that I could still have it. I snatched him and I refuse to let him go because I do want to be happy. Hell, I deserve to be happy.
He was my future now, my new future, and one that would hopefully last for a very long time.
***
That was yesterday, when I was momentarily trapped in the bubbly exterior that was the future. Now I'm back to reality.
"Fuck!" I screamed, grabbing the train of my very big dress and dashing into the bathroom. Locking the door, I sunk to my knees and cried. Fat salty tears streaming down my cheeks and destroying the five hour makeup I just had applied.
