Being in an ecstatic world of our own seems amazing, right!
Rather than living in a world full of harsh disheartening reality, it would be much fascinating if one could live in a world of their own where things go as they want. But what if things d...
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"Emma!! Emma baby, don't run, you could get hurt." A baby's giggle resounded in their house, making her parents laugh on their own.
With each small footstep, her mom cried happy tears because their daughter took her first steps in this big universe, and now she was capable of running three steps in a row.
"Pa- pa," the little girl tried to speak and giggled, her chocolate brown eyes glistening with joyousness.
"She-she- she called me papa(dad), OMG," her father covered his face with his hands and turned around. All the pent-up emotions started to descend once again in the form of tears. He didn't want to let her daughter see that her father was shedding tears. One thing was different, he was not shedding tears of cry, but tears of happiness... happiness he always desired for. Finally...
"Love, are you dreaming of me? The smile on your face is making me fall for you all over again," I heard a different yet resonating voice from the back.
I knitted my eyebrows and squinted my eyes slowly. Fascinated by the idea that sun rays didn't disturb my sleep this time, I yawned like an ape and stretched my arms wide open until my hand touched something soft... soft like lips and instantaneously heard a chuckle.
You, halfwit- I'm telling you if you embarrass me again-
As soon as I heard the sound of a chuckle, the realization hit me. I shot opened my eyes and found myself lying in the bed, cuddling with someone.
What the-someone? Seriously?
"Good morning, love," Vian said in his raspy morning voice against my fingertips that were still mid-air, yearning a yawn.
Baby, I'm not even here. Don't look at me.
"G-good morning!" I exclaimed and immediately widened my eyes.
You did it?
I let out a muted gasp and lifted the duvet up and immediately sighed in relief. Our legs were entangled in each other's under the duvet, making the temperature get hotter by the passing minute. Vian gaped at my actions and as soon as he realized my concerns, his reactions took me by surprise.
"Nothing happened, love, calm down," he laughed hysterically, and to my contrary love of his, I had seen him laughing his heart out for the first time.
"What's with the name? You are not taking my name..." I stated realizing the fact that since the time, we confessed our feelings for each other, he had only called me love.
Sounds cheesy to me... but I like it. Hehe.
"What name? Love," he furrowed his eyebrows like he wasn't getting what I was averring.
"That name! LoVe," I pointed, giving stress on the modulation of the word.
"I still don't get it, LoVe," he imitated me and pressed his lips together tightly like he was controlling his laughter.
