Love Me for Eternity || Bruno Madrigal

Chapter 33: A Gift of God

You were two months into your pregnancy, and Julieta's wedding is just around the corner.

You have tried time and time again to do the work that you were assigned to, well, you were previously assigned to in vain. Someone from the familia would always pick up the work that you had to do; may it be picking up produce from the market, updating on the wedding arrangements of Julieta's wedding, or even the simplest task of going out to check on the sheep in the Alcantara pastures.

In short, you felt utterly useless. You didn't even have a hulking belly to lug around yet!

And Bruno, bless your husband, has been attentive to your needs at every second, and he was there with you at your beck and call. After he was done with the visions, he would immediately go back to your side and accompany you wherever you go, watching you like a hawk and making sure everything is fine.

As much as you would like to become angry at everyone for making you feel useless (well, angry is a stretch. Your hands were just itching to do something and there was a gnawing feeling of incompleteness to your day if you haven't done any work), you were still thankful for their help, especially with how your back has been aching despite the early pregnancy and the cramps you were getting from your abdomen. Julieta's cooking always dulled the pain, but it always left you exhausted. You were always nauseated, always having headaches, and you felt your emotions go all over the place. It wasn't necessarily the best combination of ailments, but if it was the price you had to pay to have a child, then it would all be worth it.

You always tell yourself it was worth it, but in the back of your mind, you thought it sucked. Now you were in the sala, sitting on the comfy sofa Casita had given you, laid back, relaxed—well, as relaxed as you can be with your throbbing back—and an empty plate of empanadas on the table by your side.

Even with the amount you have eaten, you still felt peckish.

"Bruno," you called out to your husband. As if being summoned, he was immediately by your side with an array of things in his head. This man, you swear, he was such an adorable specimen with that lopsided grin and that precious twinkle in his eyes as he literally vibrated in place at your call. He was giddily awaiting for your orders so lovingly—how could you not love him? You felt like you wanted to cry.

And so cry you did.

"T-tonto— " You sniffed. He immediately began to panic.

"W-wait, why are you crying? Are you hurt? Do you need anything? Water? Food? Snuggles? Maybe—maybe I'll get Julie just to make sure—"

"Can you—can you stop being so adorably cute for just a second? Y-you're making me cry." He reeled back in surprise, maybe disbelief? But you could definitely see his confusion.

"You're... you're crying because I'm... cute?"

"I can't help it! I don't know why I'm crying or why I'm being emotional, but if you keep doing that I'm gonna cry more!"

"Do what?!"

"That!"

"Amor, I think your hormones are messing with you." He knelt down in front of you and carefully laced his hands in yours. He brought your knuckles to his lips and gave a feathery kiss on your wedding finger that held your ring.

You could only reply with a wail.

"T-tonto, if you keep doing that I won't stop crying! Now I'm hungry, and sad, and happy, and confused at the same time! Why must you be so loving? I hate it so much that I love you to the point of crying but now I don't even know why I'm crying but I'm really, really, really craving a weird combination of banana cake and cheese and I—"