What if Anderson is not dead? What if war is not over? What if Ella and Aaron never got over their traumas? Are they ready to continue their lives?
Was everything just Ella's dream, or was it reality?
Story continues two years after Ella's and Aaron...
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Deal?!
Who says deal to alcohol while you're pregnant?!!
These hormones better stop soon because I can't deal with it anymore.
Okay, Nazeera relax. You are on a date, after who knows how long. You're enjoying time with your favorite person, and you will tell him that you don't want to drink at dinner as well.
Will he buy it?
He's Kenji of course he will.
I take a deep breath and lean on Kenji's shoulder. I close my eyes and let the wind blow my hair. I can hear waves of ocean hitting the sand combined with the songs of birds and the smell of salty water. I have to ask Ella to go swimming soon. Every time I hear birds I think about her. I'm so grateful to have her in my life. She reminds me of my childhood. It wasn't the happiest but every time I look at her I can remember only the moments that value.
"Naz?", I snapped out of my thoughts as Kenji called me.
"Yeah?", I put my sunglasses on my hair, and lift my head to look in his direction. I rarely admire how handsome Kenji is, and I think I should do it more. His eyes always look so happy, how does he do it? Even in the middle of the war he would be capable of making a joke, or grin even if he was shooting someone or being shot.
"What's on that mind of yours?", he pinches my nose, "Huh?"
I smile "Nothing much.", I lean on him again, "Just thinking about how grateful I am to have you.", a weak smile approaches my lips as we keep eye contact.
My eyes fall to his cheeks, which are slightly pink. Even though Kenji is being called a child or a baby very often, he was a man. A man I rarely saw blushing.
"Oh trust me, baby", he wraps his hand around my shoulder and pulls me close, so our mouths are again only inches apart, "I'm a lucky man a girl like you ever laid her eye on me.", he kisses my nose so softly, I barely felt it.
I bury my head in the crook of his neck and I mumble back, "Stop it, you're talking like I'm mean."
He puts his hand on his chest, "You? Mean? Never.", he chuckles as he nuzzles my hair
"Hey! My hair! I was straightening it earlier!", I hate when he does that, and he knows it, which irritates me even more.
"Ooh sorry,", sarcasm, "I didn't realize. In that case...", he opens the picnic box he brough, and searches for something. He takes out a water bottle, "You better run."
"Wha-!", but I couldn't even respond, he started counting from ten.
I got up to my feet quickly and started running. After ten seconds expired he started chasing me. He was behind me, but he was also getting faster and faster. After thirty more seconds of chasing he splasher water in my direction, and got me whole wet,
