Ever since I was young, life has been hard for me to adjust to. At the age of twelve, I had fallen ill to a disease known as meningitis, and it damaged my hearing. As a result, I became deaf. Sure, I had learned sign language and become part of a wonderful community, full of other people like me. Aside of that, my life at school had changed drastically. People were looking at me like I was some disabled little girl who needed twenty four hour assistance. They made me feel that my brain didn't work, when it was just my ears that failed me. I would always beg my dad to buy me hearing aids so I could be like everyone else again, but we could never afford them. As an adult, I still can't afford them. It doesn't matter how much I've matured since then, people are still mean. Almost nobody didn't want me work in their facility, since I'm a-- and I quote, "hazard." Dating has even been a headache and a half. As soon as I mention that I'm deaf, hearing people are instantly intimidated and give me sympathy. That was my mindset until this one guy came along. His name is Peter, but he says everyone calls him Bruno. It was kind of funny how we met. Not really funny when you think of what actually happened, but still...
Three Years Ago...
Bruno's POV
"Yeah. I know. I love you too, ma. Take care of yourself," I said, ending the phone conversation with my mother, and shoving my phone in my back pocket. Eric nudged me, making me look at the smirk playing on his face. "Aww, Bru loves his mommy," he teased, in a childish voice, and I raised my eyebrow at him, "Don't act like she doesn't still kiss your boo boos." He laughed and we both got into our separate cars. I was jamming to Let Me Clear My Throat, while cruising through the traffic of LA. "Yeah! Rock to the rhythm of the funky rhyme. So I can get busy just one more time, to the beat and ya don't quit. It's dat ol' skool rap with dat new skool hit," I rapped, getting way into the music. I turned the volume down some, only to hear a series of cars honking. They weren't honking at me because I wasn't doing anything wrong. I looked to the left and I saw this woman crossing the street into oncoming traffic. She didn't seem to mind it though. What really got me was when an eighteen-wheeler was coming fast her way, and he was honking trying to get her attention. I hurriedly unbuckled my seat belt, and ran as fast as I could over to her, and swooped her out of the way just in the nick of time. We ran back to my car, and I helped her in, and I got back on the driver's side. I took a minute to catch my breath, and then I turned to look at her. She was quite pretty. "Are you okay," I asked her, but she didn't even look up. It had gotten pretty awkward after some minutes. She finally raised her head up, and looked at me. "What the hell," she said, in some sort of accent. She hit me with all the power she had, and I grabbed her hands. "What's wrong with you, woman? I literally just saved your life, and all you can do is hit me," I yelled, but she kept frowning and staring at my lips.
Nadeen's POV
I punched this guy in the shoulder as many times as I could before he took hold of my hands. He furrowed his eyebrows and started rambling on about something, and I looked at his lips to try and catch what he was saying. He was talking too fast, and I only caught saved your life....hit me. "Hey. I need you to slow down please. I'm deaf," I said, pointing to my ears and watching as his eyes softened. "Oh. I'm sorry," he said, smiling innocently. I cracked a smile too, knowing that he didn't take pity on me. "I was just saying that you could have thanked me for saving you from that truck," he said, a bit slower this time. I politely smiled and shook his hand that was still holding mine. "Wait. What do you mean saved my life," I asked to clarify. He just shook his head, and turned to face the road, and I kept my focus on his lips. They were small, but they were so adorable. "When you were walking across the street, there were a bunch of cars honking at you to tell you that a big truck was coming your way," he then said, and I nodded. "Well, if you would just drop me off
Present Day....
Nadeen's POV
Bruno and I had just gotten married and we were on our honeymoon. Later in our relationship, I learned that he was a famous singer. Even though I've been with him to the studio, and watched him practice, I would just love to hear him sing. To make me feel better, he's canceled numerous of practice sessions to learn his songs in sign language for me. Despite not being able to hear him, I'm just lucky that I can see him as he sings. There's this little vein on the side of his neck that appears when he's really getting into whatever he's singing. I fall more in love with him everyday. Currently, we were in our luxury suite, just cuddling up on the bed. He softly rubbed my arm to get my attention, and I turned to him and smiled. His brown eyes peered through mine as he sat up. I sat up with him and looked at him. "You know I love you right," he signed, and I couldn't help but blush. I nodded and signed, "I love you much more Bruno." He looked down sheepishly, and I watched as his cheeks turned a dark shade of red. "I got a gift for you," he said, and I grabbed his hands and kissed them. "You didn't have to get me anything," I said verbally. Being the stubborn person that he is, he instructed me to close my eyes, and I did.
Bruno's POV
I remember Nadeen telling me how much she wanted hearing aids, because she wanted to hear the sounds around her again. I went to one of the audiologists. Since I did not bring her in for a fitting, I bought a universal pair, and she does not know it. He even installed the battery and everything. All I wanted was for her to be happy. She was still facing me, with her eyes closed. I carefully took them out of the box, and placed one on either ear, and turned them on. I smiled widely, and just waited for the magic to begin. Her eyes fluttered open, and they stared at me. "You got me earrings," she signed, and I shook my head. "Something better," I said, and she gasped. My heart was pounding against my chest. Did she actually hear me? "Bru- wait! Is that my voice," she asked, a smile beginning to show on her face. "Can you hear me," I asked, and her eyes filled with tears. "Peter. What did yo," she cut herself off, and took one of the hearing aids out and stared at it in her hand. "I love you so much," she signed, engulfing me in a bear hug, and I hugged back. She suddenly pulled away and I smiled at her. "Would you sing to me, please?" I blushed. "My voice isn't anything special," I said, and she playfully hit my arm. "That's not what Twitter says. Now sing," she giggled, poking my belly. I cleared my throat and sang Just The Way You Are to her, and when I finished, she just cried even more. "You're so beautiful Bruno. Don't ever change." From that point, she made me sing to her everyday. I'm more than glad that I was the one to make her wish come true.
