Carisia
Weeks passed by in a snap, and everyday, I could feel every single changes happening in my body. Every single WEIRD changes.
Like right now, I'm having dinner, but I hate seeing Enrico's face for some reason. Hindi ako makalunok kapag tumitingin siya sa'kin, so he's eating on the counter with his back faced towards my direction.
Ewan ko ba, naaalibadbaran ako sa pagmumukha niya kapag kumakain ako. I really hate it when he stares at me.
"Do you realize how ridiculous we look like? Ang laki laki ng mesa, nandito ako?" he asked in an annoyed tone.
Seriously...I'm going to walk out if he answers back!
"Stop talking. If you want me to finish the food, then stop talking," I told him off.
He eventually shut his mouth up, letting me eat in peace.
It's actually surprising how different I am now compared to myself, weeks ago. I'm only on my...what? 10th week now? And so many things have happened within those past 7 weeks.
I've been much more bratty, as you can see from my treatment towards Enrico.
It's not that he's doing something to piss me off, it's just-- I just hate his presence when there's food around. Nawawalan talaga ako ng ganang kumain kapag nakikita ko ang mukha niya.
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Our day came to a quick end. With nothing to do but small paperworks at the office, my energy wasn't used up that much.
The bathroom smelled comforting-- filled with vanilla scent, and notes of lavender. Enrico gifted me that hair freshener spray which I often use after night showers. It honestly lifts my mood up.
While I was brushing my hair in front of the vanity, a pair of manly arms snaked their way around my waist, and a tall figure slightly pressing their body against my back.
I put my brush down, then I stared through the mirror at the person behind me who's clinging up on me because he can smell the vanilla scent on my hair.
It's his favorite.
"What do you want?" I asked as I continued to move through my routine, with his arms around me like a clingy child.
"You've been pushing me away the whole day," he muttered underneath his breath.
"Oh, don't take it personally, mister," I told him as I rolled my eyes in amusement with his pettiness.
The baby hates you so much that it transcends beyond the womb.
He buried his face on the crook of my neck, making me feel his warm breaths. I bet that he's not gonna let go until I finish my night routine.
"I would be moving a lot faster if you're not clinging on to me like a sloth," I stated, just to see his reaction.
He held his head up, and glanced at me through the mirror.
His eyes were dark, and cold, like the vast night sky, with a blank expression dominating his face.
"This is your fault. I'm doing everything I can to make it up to you, I'm even having breakfast and dinner with you, but you're still pushing me away," he ranted, which kinda surprised me because that's the longest sentence I have heard from him in a while.
"I'm not pushing you away nga. It's the baby. Hindi talaga ako makakain ng maayos when I see your face."
Such a ludicrous situation we're in, but it's true! Hindi ko rin maintindihan, but that's how I feel.
