Dear Laura 2

Chapter 1

"Hey, where are you running off to?" He said with his raspy morning voice and a not-so-subtle smirk pasted on his face. My heart melted at the sound and the sight of that. I could get used to this, I thought to myself. I looked over my shoulder and chuckled lightly, embracing the heartfelt moment.

"Technically, this is my place so I wouldn't be able to run even if I wanted to." I continued to put my robe on.

"Get over here you sneaky thing." He pulled me, causing me to fall onto him. I immediately placed my hand on my mouth. Cuteness overload. Who would've thought Abdul would act this way?

"I need to go brush my teeth, Abdul. And make breakfast. Now that I have you, I need to make sure that I keep you. Apparently, food does the trick." I winked.

"Firstly, I don't mind your stinky breath." He spoke slowly as he removed my hand from my mouth, causing my cheeks to flush in slight embarrassment.

"Secondly, how about I make you breakfast? Would you like that? I heard that women love a man that can cook." He said as he placed a peck on my lips, then my cheek then my forehead.

He was being extraordinarily sweet. I couldn't really decipher if I fell for that sweet Abdul that had just offered to cook for me or the obnoxious asshole that told me I had no self-respect and self-worth. But either way, I seemed to enjoy the company of the adorable man that wouldn't stop showering me with kisses.

"Just go brush your teeth and shower. You'll find breakfast when you're done. And maybe I can get my breakfast." He winked then placed one last peck on my lips. I got up and did as he told me. It was like I was in an alternate universe. I loved everything about it and I would not change a thing.

While in the shower, all I could think about was that I slept next to the love of my life. I wanted to scream in joy. I slowly grazed my thumb on my lower lip and tucked it in between my teeth as I thought about the awesome night we had just had. Abdul was finally mine; I think.

I loved that man. I loved him with a passion hotter than a thousand suns. He was my everything, my compass and I could not think of anything else but him. I could not wait until we proved Hope wrong, ran away into the sunset together and had our own little family. Of course, that would only happen once I ripped the band aid off and told him that we were expecting a mini him. That was a conversation I kept putting off because I was scared it would cause tension and cut our fairy tale short.

After our movie scene kiss at the airport, he told me that he read my letter and asked me if I could stay and give him another chance. At first, I acted like I was contemplating but really, that decision was a no-brainer. For him? I would stay anytime.

So, we drove back to my place, did whatever it is that lovers do when they were too excited and passionate, had dinner, had each other for dinner, you know, the usual romantic stuff. We did not mention Hope nor talk about their breakup, or what our title would be from then on. We didn't discuss much of anything. I guess we were too excited to talk serious relationship business.

After showering, I moisturized then went to have breakfast made by Abdul. I liked the sound of that.

"I love pancakes. Thank you." I gushed.

"You're welcome. " He kissed my forehead then handed me a fork and sat next to me.

The first bite was okay—in fact, it was delicious. But the second one? The second one was hard to swallow. The sweet maple syrup filled my nostrils and was somewhat gag-inducing. I tried to hide it from Abdul, but he noticed. It suddenly smelled repulsing. Which must had been weird considering that a few seconds earlier, I was gushing about how much I love pancakes. Within a matter of seconds, I dashed to the bathroom and hovered over the toilet bowl and let it all out. Stupid morning sickness. Talk about awful timing.