Fall'n For The New Guy | | Harrison Reid

Chapter 126

I tie my hair up into a ponytail and glance at my completed outfit, feeling pleased with myself. I shift my body to the side, admiring my bump.

Harrison comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. "You look gorgeous," he says softly.

We're matching our outfits, he's wearing a light blue button-up shirt and black pants.

We're visiting a local village in Fiji, just planning to have a relaxing day leaving the activities for tomorrow, today where just going to walk around and soak in the atmosphere.

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The village sits quietly, surrounded by palm trees and the soft sound of the ocean in the distance. The air smells sweet with frangipani and salty sea breeze, and there's this calm that makes everything feel slower, like time doesn't really matter here.

The bures are scattered around, made of palm fronds and bamboo, with thatched roofs that move gently in the wind. It's simple, but beautiful, like the whole place is part of the land. In the middle, there's a big bure ni malolo, where the elders meet to talk, laugh, and share stories.

The women are cooking fish and root vegetables in the open air, while kids run around barefoot, laughing and playing in the dirt. The men are out by the lagoon or working the land. It's hard work, but there's pride in everything they do.

You can hear the faint rhythm of a meke dance, their feet moving in time with storie passed down from generations. There's a lot of life here, but it's slow and steady, not rushed, like everything has its place and time.

We walk through, hand in hand, just taking it all in. The village feels unreal, so peaceful and perfect, like it's been this way forever. There's no clock here, just the rise and fall of the sun, the wind moving through the trees, and everything in balance.

As the last of the daylight slips away, the village starts to glow in the soft light of lanterns. The air cools, but it still feels warm, like the island is holding onto the day. The sound of singing floats over to us—there's a meke going on, the village coming together for a dance. The elders' voices rise in the night, their rhythm slow and steady.

It's quiet now, too, just the stars above and the soft crackling of the fires. The whole village seems to breathe in sync, and we just sit there, holding hands, not saying anything. The night feels endless, like there's no time here, just a peaceful stillness.

By the time the stars are fully out, the village has settled into its rhythm, the sounds of the night calm and familiar. We stand up slowly, still holding hands. The night wraps itself around us, and I can't shake the feeling that I never want to leave.

A yawn escapes my lips as I rest my head on Harrison's shoulder.

"Want to head back?" he asks. I nod, my eyelids heavy. Being pregnant is tough; you're constantly tired. And if you're not tired, you're throwing up. If you're not throwing up, you're hungry. And if you're not hungry, you're emotional. You get the gist.

Once we get back to our room, I get ready for bed. After removing my makeup and brushing my hair, I start brushing my teeth. By now, I'm doing it slowly, my eyes half-closed, barely staying awake as I go through the motions.

I feel Harrison's hands gently take mine as he grabs the toothbrush from me. "Here, I'll do it," he says softly.

"Thank you," I mumble, the toothbrush still in my mouth.

He brushes my teeth carefully, making sure to get every spot. I'm grateful I took the time to floss earlier; I don't think I could've done it right now.

"There," he says, rinsing off my toothbrush. I sip some water and swish it around my mouth.

"You're such a good husband," I say, my voice thick with emotion.