"You don't want me..." I breathed, selfishly leaning into his touch. But I quickly pull away.
"I'm different and so not your type," I muttered, looking everywhere else but at him. He frowns slightly, eyes simmering.
"God, Anna." He exhaled, cool bre...
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ANNA
"Bye!...Thank you! So much!"
I shut the front door. I Turn around, with my back against the door.
"Finally..." I exhale deeply and take in a couple of deep breaths. It's all over.
Everything has been moved from our old house to The house on the hill. My house, my home.
A new city and a new start.
Green hill, is one of the small cities with less people living there. It's fairly new with many green lands people haven't accommodated yet. Our neighbors lived quite far away from us- -1/2 a mile—separated by a bare green land in between.
On the inside. Deep down, I feel so dreamy. Like, I can't wait to have new experiences in this house, make it a home and just watch my family grow and enjoy each and every aspect of life. It's so extremely surreal and I still feel like I'm dreaming. It's as though, it was just yesterday Michael told me about it.
The house on the hill, it's yours.
Its unbelievable, but it's happening now and I plan to savor every moment of it.
The final days of August have flown by so fast and I couldn't even pin them. We're in the last week, I went to my monthly check up two days ago. had my prenatal vitamin prescription refilled , heartbeat and everything is fine. I just feel tired and my muscles ache a little but I think it's from the little things I've been doing around the house. To which Michael is not happy about, but I've been doing them anyway. Zelma and Aaliyah have come over a few times to help with organizing and putting things away but today they couldn't make it. My kitchen is set and ready, so spacious and very peaceful. An island in the center, a walk in pantry. High ceilings, White walls with wide beautiful arched windows with a bit of our greenly backyard in view.
I can't wait to have dinner in our new dining room and probably fulfill one of my fantasies of us doing the dirty— Snap out of it, it's an area for eating missy! my brain supplies rudely.
The arch and radius windows in there makes the room appear to be spacious and bright. I put plants in each corner. The beautiful dark brown table in the center with 6 slat-back dinning side chairs with cushions to give of a versatile, rustic style and a sophisticated look.
Since Michael's been working a lot these past days , I've been at home by myself and I am extremely proud of myself for handling it well. Occasionally I get spooked but I haven't had a panic attack so Im thankful. Gracefully I'll get better. I think I'm getting better.
Little by little.
Today, we unloaded the last truck—well not me, Michael and the Mover guys.
"Are you okay."
I open my eyes at the sound of his voice. There he was, walking up to me, down the entry way with polished wooden floors and to the side the banister that carved up a way to our second floor. He was in nothing but a white t shirt and sweatpants. The foyer was wide and high but he somehow made it seem smaller. My sweet, handsome man.
