Secret Love

Prologue:

Baby girl. Liam called me from the kitchen.
Yeah, babe? I asked as I got up from the couch, where I'd been playing with the little grey kitten Liam had gotten me about a month ago.

I sat her down on the floor and she followed me, as I made my way to the kitchen.

Com'on Daisy. Let's see what daddy made, mummy for dinner. I said talking to her, like I always did. As if she could understand a word I was saying. Sometimes I thought she did, cause she'd actually "meow" and I'd take it as a response to what I'd been saying.

I walked into the kitchen, with Daisy following behind me. And there he was. Standing at at the counter top, wearing this ridiculous red and white pocket dot aprin (which I knew he wore, just to get a laugh out of me) and a pair of black oven mits. He looked so adorable.

I let out a laugh* And asked him: Baby. What are you wearing? And where did you even get that thing?

At the grocery store. I thought it'll be fun to wear. He said, before letting out a laugh too.

I shook my head playfully at him*

My eyes then fell on the beautiful candle lit dinner he set up for us.

A smile spread across my face*

Wow, it looks great baby. I said with a smile as I walked around the counter top, toward him and wrapped my arms around he's neck. He wrapped he's strong arms around waist and pulled me into a tight hug, lifting my feet from the floor slightly.

He sat me down again, but slowly as he's head faced down toward the floor, trying not to let me step on Daisy and gave me a quick peck on my lips*

We treated our pets like our little babies. (he's little Husky Max, and Daisy) well. Till a certain extent and until we started having actual kids anyway.

I'm glad you like it. I just wanted to give you a break tonight. He said with a smile, before he pressed he's lips to mine again and our lips began moving in a perfect sync.
With little Daisy, walking through the tiny gap of our feet, "meowing"

After a while, he pulled away and smiled*

He took the oven mits and aprin off and he made he's way to my chair and pulled it out for me and said:

Mah, Lady. With a big a smile spread across he's lips

I let out a small laugh as I sat down.
He kissed the top of my head and took a seat on the chair next to mine.

Daisy walked over to her little bowl of food and water and began eating her dinner. After a little while, Max came running in and they ate their dinner peacefully together.

It made me think: "even our pets are completely different and yet they get along so well, sort of like us"

I smiled at the sight*

We ate dinner and chatted in between, about silly little things and about how either one's day was.

Amy was so adorable today! I chatted on and on to him. Amy was this little girl in my class that I taught. And I just loved her. He met her a couple times, actually my entire third grade class. When he visited me at work a couple times.

Almost every evening. I'd come home telling him about her or the rest of my class. Or at times he'd even ask me about her. The two of us had a sort of very special place in our hearts for her, because her parents had died in an accident when she started second grade and now she lived with her grandmother. We just loved her. He'd make jokes when I came home from work and ask me: "so, how was our daughter today"?

He then told me about an interview he had with the guys today and he went on telling me about the questions each of them got asked about their relationships and when it came to us, and our engagement he was so excited, and just went on and on. The guys made fun of him, saying: "He's been really excited. Talking non-stop about the details to us too."

I giggled, at how adorable he was. He looked so happy talking about us.

I couldn't help but think about how insanely inlove I was with him. And he was with me. I knew he was, cause he actually told me the day we celebrated our 4th month anniversary. Our relationship was never easy. But he told me, he never met anyone like me before and he could tell this was different.

We've been together for 5 years now. We met when I was 21 and he was 22. I was finishing off my last year at university.

(we're 26 and 27 now)

It still surprised me sometimes, about how much we cared about each other. It was crazy.

But it hasn't always been this way.

When we first met.

It was actually by a complete coincidence. And we hated one another.

Well. I actually hated him. I wasn't crazy about the idea of dating a celebrity and I had this impression about him being a complete asshole. So I just wanted to avoid the heartache and disappointment.

So at first I basically pushed him away and was a total bitch, but he never gave up.

And that's how, all of this started.