The Girl from Ipanema | PRN

06. our love is the foundation

At breakfast the next morning, the weight of the moment finally settled in.

As the sun gently lit up the room, Prince stayed over, and I mustered the strength to rise early and prepare breakfast for both of us. While I scrambled the eggs, an unexpected wave of nausea washed over me, catching me completely off guard, forcing me to sprint to the bathroom.

My body convulsed with each heave as I retched into the toilet, feeling weak and vulnerable. Prince, concerned, followed me to the bathroom and knelt beside me, his warm hand soothingly rubbing my back.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

In between breaths, I nodded weakly, tears streaming down my face. "I think so... it just hit me out of nowhere."

Prince quickly fetched a damp cloth and tenderly wiped my forehead, his touch offering a much-needed comfort. "It's a sign that our baby is growing," he reassured me, his voice gentle and soothing. "You're doing an incredible job."

I mustered a weak smile, grateful for his words of encouragement. The morning sickness had taken me by surprise, but with Prince's unwavering support, I felt a renewed sense of determination to push through.

 Once the nausea subsided, Prince helped me up from the floor and guided me back to the kitchen. He took over the cooking, insisting that I rest and take care of myself.

As I sat at the kitchen table, sipping on orange juice, my mind drifted with worry.

 "My parents are going to be upset," I murmured.

Prince turned from the stove, his expression filled with concern. He walked over to me and took a seat beside me, his hand reaching for mine. "Why do you think they'll be upset?" he asked gently.

"They'll be happy to have a grandchild, but they believe in marriage first," I explained, my brown eyes meeting Prince's hazel. "I do, too," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper, not wanting him to feel guilty or pressured by my words. "Marriage, home, baby."

 Prince's grip on my hand tightened, and he looked at me with unwavering love and understanding. "I hear you, and I understand your concerns," he replied softly. "Traditions and beliefs are important, and I respect that. Our journey may not have followed the conventional path, but it doesn't diminish the love and commitment we share." 

He took a deep breath, never breaking eye contact. "Marriage is a beautiful union, and I want nothing more than to create a lifetime of happiness with you. We can discuss it further and find a path that aligns with our values and priorities."

His words filled me with reassurance and hope, and I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder and finding comfort in the warmth of his embrace. "Thank you for understanding," I whispered, my voice filled with gratitude.

He pressed a tender kiss to my forehead, his voice soft and affectionate. "Of course, my love." He pressed another gentle kiss to my temple before returning to the stove, where he skillfully ladled pancake batter into a waiting skillet.

As the aroma of freshly cooked pancakes filled the air, I felt a mix of emotions swirling within me. The morning sickness had reminded me of the challenges ahead, but Prince's words gave me the strength to face them.

As we sat down to enjoy our breakfast, Prince served me a plate of fluffy pancakes topped with fresh berries and a dollop of whipped cream. He joined me at the table, his eyes radiating love and a touch of playfulness.

"I hope this helps ease the morning sickness," he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

I chuckled softly, appreciating his efforts to make me feel better. "Thank you, Prince. You always know how to brighten my day."

We savored our breakfast together, enjoying the simple pleasures of a shared meal and each other's company. Amidst the clinking of utensils and the exchange of smiles, a sense of calm settled over us.

As we finished eating, Prince reached for my hand, his eyes filled with a mixture of affection and determination. "Let's take this journey one step at a time, my love," he said softly. "We'll face whatever challenges come our way together, and we'll create a beautiful life for our child."

I nodded, feeling a renewed sense of trust and unity. With Prince by my side, I knew that our love and commitment would guide us through any obstacles we encountered.

We cleared the table together, and Prince wrapped his arms around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder. "Remember, our love is the foundation upon which our family will be built," he whispered, his voice full of certainty. "And together, we'll create a home filled with love and everything that is important to us."

I turned in his embrace, gazing into his eyes with gratitude. "I love you, Prince," I said, my voice filled with sincerity. "And I'm grateful for the love and strength you bring into my life."

He smiled, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I love you too, mama. Our journey may be unconventional, but it's uniquely ours. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

With our hearts entwined and a shared sense of purpose, we embarked on the beautiful and extraordinary journey of parenthood, embracing the love, joy, and challenges that lay ahead, hand in hand.