Adaptation (Wanderlust Sequel)

1. Professional

Do you ever just sit down and think about life? And how crazy it is? How it works in just the strangest ways. I think about it a lot of things. Like the way the sky bends when the sun sets. And the way my son holds my arm while he naps. And him. The way he kisses me. Him. I know it's meant to be. Through all the trials and complications, it's him. As of now, I think. I'm not so sure. God, how can someone be sure about another person? There are billions of people on this Earth. I'm just supposed to believe that there's one for me? It's so complicated and just as soon as I think my life is all figured out, it's turned completely upside down! I don't think I'm ever going to figure things out. But goddamn it. I'm 24, nearly 25. And I can't just keep having these back and forth like I used to when I was younger. I have to think of myself and my kid. And I need to be sure.
I had my heartbroken before. And I've broken hearts. But, how lame is it when everyone's heart is broken? Because you just care so much about other people. So much about those around you. So much about the past because you're stuck. You're so damn stuck and you think about it day in and day out. It's exhausting. I can't escape my feelings anymore. I can't pretend I don't feel the doubt. I can't act like I'm so deep in love when in reality-

"Krissa???" I hear a loud call which interrupts my deep every day thoughts

"In here" I call out

"Hey babe" I see Armando's, my fiancé, face poke into our room and he sees me laying in bed with a book in my hand.

"Hey"

He comes in and gives me a peck on the lips.

"What are you reading?"

"Nothing. I was losing focus. I've just been laying here. Where's Kyle?"

"He's in his room finishing packing. Are you finished?"

"Yes." I sigh. "Armando, I really don't want to go."

He frowns.

"We talked about this. A lot. You can't just back out now."

Me, Armando and Kyle are going up to Toronto to see some of his family like his mother and some aunts to figure out all our wedding details and things of that nature. Of course, I would move back to the States just to end up with someone Canadian... again. It blows my mind.

"I'm not backing out. I'm just not too happy. You know about all the memories I have from up there. I haven't been up there since I left, and I just think that it might be too much for me or that I'll get overwhelmed." I say.

He lays down next to me
"Don't worry. I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere. And I'll be by your side the whole time. Just think, we're creating new memories to replace the old."

I smile and he gives me a kiss on the forehead.

"It's getting late. I'm going to shower and then we can go to bed."

"Okay."

Armando gets in the shower and I can hear the water running and I know the bathroom is filling up with steam since he loves hot water. Once again I'm consumed in my thoughts.
I hate Canada. I hate Toronto. God, what's the fascination with that damn place??? And why does my life seem to always revolve around it? I'm sulking in my own thoughts, once again. But Cmon, don't we all? No? Just me? Okay.
Canada is filled with the worst parts of my life. The hardest parts of my life and the most painful. Yet, it's filled with some of the most amazing parts as well. It's so conflicting. Which is why I hate it. I hate not being able to control how I feel about everything. I hate not having control. It fucks with my head and I panic.
I knew that at some point I'd have to go back to Canada. I mean Armando is nationally a Canadian and his family immigrated there from South America a long time ago. But I didn't know he'd want a wedding up there! Now I have to get MARRIED in that city? Good. God. it never fucking. ends. I'm pretty much going to lose my head. I know it. It's coming.
And my ex. Oh god, my ex. He's literally FAMOUS so I see him EVERYWHERE. Frankly, not many people know about our relationship. We dated for about a year. And the paparazzi weren't that bad as they are now that he's getting more and more fame. He deserves it.
Sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice to leave him. Not because he's famous, but because I think about it. How we left off. I think I panicked. There was so much going on in such a little amount of time. I lost myself. And it's hard to find yourself again. Hell, I'm struggling. But, I wonder if he ever thinks of me. Probably not. I mean he has a famous singing girlfriend who is beautiful. And they seem happy together. I'm engaged and yeah I'm happy. I found a good man who treats me and my son in the most amazing ways. What else could I ask for, right?
Armando gets into bed next to me. He's beautiful. He's a personal trainer. And also a chef. He does it all. He's every woman's dream.
He cuddles next to me and I can see his tan skin and feel his muscular arms wrap around me. I run my fingers through his long black shoulder length hair. He kisses my neck softly and then pecks my lips and deeps our kiss.

"We got a long day ahead of us tomorrow. Good night, I love you"

Long day? Boy is he right.

"Goodnight" And we both eventually drift into sleep
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YA GURL IS BACK W A SEQUEL. I PROMISE I WONT LEAVE YALL HANGING ANYMORE. 👀 lemme know what y'all wanna see!!!!!!! Def gonna take it into consideration. next chapter is gonna be JUICCCAAYYYYY
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