Alora (part 1)

Chapter 9- hakuna matata

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Enzo's pov:
(A/N Finally his pov, tell me if you enjoyed it and wants more of it later)

As I watched Alora share the painful details of her sister's and niece's tragic deaths, my heart ached for her. The weight of her past and the losses she had endured were immeasurable, and I knew that no amount of comfort could fully heal those wounds. Still, I was determined to be a source of support and love in her life.

The depth of her sorrow weighed heavily on me, and I couldn't bear to see her so distraught. It was in that moment that I decided to plan something special, a small respite from the challenges that life had thrown her way. I wanted to create a moment of happiness, something to cherish and hold onto amidst the darkness.

I also want her to forget about the blood on my shirt and the discussion we had about it...

So, on a quiet evening with a gentle rain falling outside, I set the stage for a memorable date night. Alora's condition required that we stay in, so I turned our home into a cozy haven. Dimmed lights, soft music, and the delicious aroma of her favorite food filled the air.

Alora entered the room, and her eyes widened in surprise at the sight before her. The table was set with elegance, and a spread of her beloved dishes awaited her. I pulled out her chair, and she smiled as she took her seat.

"You didn't have to do all this," she said, her voice filled with gratitude.

"I wanted to," I replied, my own smile mirroring hers. "Tonight is about you, about us. Let's enjoy this time together."
The evening unfolded with laughter and heartfelt conversation. We shared stories from our pasts, from the challenges we had faced to the dreams we held dear. It was a moment of connection, a reminder that even in the midst of adversity, we could find joy in each other's company.

Alora placed a hand on her baby bump, her eyes filled with maternal tenderness. "I can't help but wonder what he'll look like," she mused, her voice soft with affection.

I smiled, my own gaze drifting to her. "I hope he has your beautiful eyes," I replied, sincerity in my voice. "And I'm certain he'll inherit your talent for art."

She blushed at the compliment and returned the sentiment. "Well, I'd love for him to have your hair. It's such a distinctive shade."

I chuckled, running a hand through my dark hair. "That's true, but I hope he also inherits your intelligence," I teased.

Alora laughed, her eyes sparkling. "A perfect blend of both of us, then."

Our conversation soon turned to names. We had already decided on the first name, Alexander, but now we were delving into the realm of middle names.

"Alexander is a strong name," I remarked. "And it is a name that is close to our hearts, so I believe the middle names should be equally important to us. Do you have anyone you would like to name him after?"

Alora nodded in agreement. "I agree. And I actually have one suggestion on a middle name"

"Tell me" I encourage her.

"James" she tells me.

"Why James?" I ask her, the name doesn't ring a bell.

"It's just somebody close to me, that means a lot to me" she explained vaguely.

I'm not going to lie, I got a bit jealous. Especially when she doesn't want to tell me who he is. But I don't want to ruin this night, so I will talk to her about it later.

Finally, we settled on Alexander James as the middle name, for now.

As the evening wore on, the rain outside added a soothing backdrop to our conversation, and the anticipation of our son's arrival filled the room with a palpable sense of joy and love.

As we savored each bite of our meal, Alora's eyes sparkled with appreciation, and her laughter filled the room. The weight of her sorrow seemed to lift, if only for a little while, and I cherished the sight of her happiness.

"This is amazing, Enzo," she said, taking a sip of her drink. "Thank you for making this night so special."

I reached across the table to take her hand in mine, our fingers entwining. "You deserve every moment of happiness, Alora," I told her sincerely. "No matter what life has thrown at you, I want to be here for you, to create moments like this."

After our delightful dinner, I decided to add a touch of whimsy to our evening. I went to our collection of movies and picked out one of Alora's all-time favorites, "The Lion King." As I put it into the DVD player, she looked at me with a mixture of surprise and excitement.

"You're going to love this," she assured me as the iconic Disney logo appeared on the screen.

As we settled in to watch, the opening sequence of the African savannah unfolded before us. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, and Alora quickly noticed my skepticism.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her eyes fixed on the screen.

"I don't know," I admitted with a shrug. "I mean, I've heard people rave about this movie, but I've never really understood the appeal."

Alora turned to me with an incredulous expression, her playful offense evident in her voice. "You don't like 'The Lion King'? Are you kidding me? It's a classic!"

She proceeded to explain the plot and the significance of the characters as if I were a child who needed a lesson in Disney lore. Her passion for the film was evident, and she couldn't fathom how anyone could resist its charm.

we watched Simba's journey unfold. Alora's infectious enthusiasm made the experience all the more enjoyable, and by the end of the movie, I found myself chuckling at Timon and Pumbaa's antics and humming along to "Circle of Life."

Alora beamed at my newfound appreciation, and she teased me with a playful grin. "See, I told you it was amazing! It's a masterpiece."

I chuckled and pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You were right, as always. I guess I just needed a good teacher to show me the way into the wonderful world of Disney."

I'm not going to lie, I would probably not have liked the movie unless she was here to explain it to me. Everything she says hypnotizes me and I just can't resist. If she likes it then so does I.

And the songs in the move were quite good to...

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