I woke to the smell of bacon. I walked into the kitchen and saw Hazel cooking. "Hello, Alexander honey." she said, looking behind her shoulder. "Hello, how do you feel?" I asked, kissing her good morning. "I feel like a pregnant lady, does that answer your question?" Hazel said sassily. I rolled my eyes. "I guess it does. Now, come sit down with me." I told her. She sat next to me, and we ate. I was staring at Hazel. She looked so beautiful even if she's just in her pys, and no makeup on. Her long black hair, button nose, fair skin, round eyes, everything about her was pretty.
Hazel caught me staring. "Oh, stop staring. I don't look that good." she told me, waving a hand in the air. "Of course you do! You look great!" I told her, making hair from her face, and resting my hand on her face. Hazel blushed bright red. I felt my cheeks burn up too. "Oh, Alex. Even when we are married, you still manage to make me blush," she told me. "That's my job, isn't it?" I said. "I guess so." She gently put my hand off her face. I put my hand on her belly, feeling a kick. "OWWW! This damn baby can't stop kicking, huh?" Hazel said, squeezing my hand tightly. I chuckled with Hazel. I stared at her, awestruck. She was very beautiful. I place my hand on her face, looking into her deep eyes. Hazel blushed. I leaned in and met her lips. Hazel held the back of my neck as we kissed. I put my hand on hers, my other hand still on her face.
As I snogged her and I was about to take Hazel in the bedroom to do you know what, but then we heard Daisy knock on the door. I opened the door. Ruthie was standing there. "Hello, Ruthie," I said, shaking her little hand. "Hello, Alexander. Is Watson here?" Ruthie asked. "You do know her name is Hazel, right?" I asked, picking her up in my arms. "Yes, but Mommy tells me I can call her Watson." Ruthie told me. Daisy and Amina walked in the house. "Hello, Daisy, Amina, and Ruthie." Hazel said. "Watson!" Daisy said, hugging Hazel. "Oh, Watson, how have you been?" Amina asked. "Fine, but pregnant." Hazel told her. I wrapped my arm around her and then kissed her on the cheek. We sat down next to them on the couch. "So, you're coming with us to George and Lavinia?" I asked. They both nodded. "I can't wait for it."
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My Lovely Murder
أدب الهواةAlexander and Hazel are having a child, and George and Lavinia's kid Jeremy is having a birthay. George and Lavinia want to have his birthday in George's home of India, and they invited Alexander and Hazel. Then Alexander's father died, so he goes w...