I Wish I Loved You

10: I'm Sure That's...

10: "I'm Sure That's What Nixon Said."

~Before you Read~

Note: There are a few times in this chapter when Italian and Spanish are used. The translation is there, but for the people who actually speak these languages or know them I just wanted to say that the translation isn't very good. I used Google Translate so it's a literal translation, so if a phrase isn't ordinarily used I just wanted you as the reader to know. Especially the Italian.

Anna

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[Anastasia's POV]

I woke up to the smell of bacon and an arm wrapped protectively around my torso. Tyler laid next to me snoring softly; I decided to stay still and let him sleep. This felt so comfortable, so normal, like my brain welcomed it.

"You don't have to lay here just because you think I'm asleep," he mumbled groggily, "I can sleep by myself you know, I'm a big boy."

I turned my head slightly, "How'd you know I was awake?"

"The first thing I've heard every morning for the past nine-ish years is the sound of you... snoring."

I gasped and turned fully towards him, "I do not snore!"

"Oh trust me, you do."

"W-well... so do you, do you know how many times you woke me up last night?"

"I know I snore, pretty loudly actually, but the difference between us is that you have no idea how to just admit that something like this is true."

I stuck my tongue out and got out of the bed, "Oh shut up and get out of bed," I threw him the nearest t-shirt, "and cover up; no one wants to see that."

"You did. That's how I got that kid inside you-"

"-shh, shut the hell up, you can hear anyone through the vents around here. You've never been over here before?"

"Yes, but it was before we were married so I had to sleep on the couch downstairs."

I slid into some slippers as he slipped his shirt over his head, "Aw poor baby- now get up I think my mom made breakfast."

He jumped up and helped me make up the bed, "Now let's go, your mom's food is awesome... of course not as good as my mom, but-"

"Oh please, don't make them have to battle it out again," I blurted out, "the kitchen was a mess last time and I was the one that had to clean it up."

He stopped for a second before starting down the stairs and I followed, "You remember that?"

I furrowed my eyebrows, "... No, I don't."

I really didn't...

Weird.

As soon as Tyler and I entered the kitchen I felt a tiny body crash into mine and wrap its arms around my legs.

"Ansasia!" A voice called, I looked down at the little girl hugging my legs.

"Aw," I picked her up and shot Tyler a strained and slightly panicked look,"hey... sweetie, I missed you."

"What, I don't get a hug, Felicia?" She put her fingers over her eyes as if they were goggles and looked at him.

"Later Tywer."

I chuckled as she and I sat at the table. Tyler kissed his an older woman I assumed to be his mother on the cheek before doing the same.

"How come no one woke us up?" I asked.