Cristiano:
I watched as she stood up, completely naked and slipped up my boxers. Her back; the little mole on her lower shoulder that only I've kissed. She walked over to my side & bent over finding my shirt. Her dark hair down past her shoulders covering her breasts. All I could think about was how amazing this moment is and how I didn't want it to end. Waking up to all this beauty. She noticed my staring and a rosy blush came to her cheeks. "Good Morning Cris, Mi Amor."
I smiled and said: "Buenos Dias Mi Vida."
Iker Casillas;
"Iker, c'mon!" I chuckled as she half dragged me towards the breathtaking monument. The Golden Gate Bridge. It was my first time here at one of the monuments in her home city and she was super excited to show me a little more around. I snapped a picture of her holding my hand and leading the way. I couldn't help but smile: "You're amazing." She looked stunning in a pair of tight black jeans, some timberland boots and one of my light blue shirts. Her ombrè hair down in wavy and messy. All I could think about was how she's mine. "Iker, why are you staring? Is there something on my..."
"Damn you're beautiful."
Marc Barta:
She sat across the couch looking a bit sad and tired. It had been almost 2 weeks since we'd decided that we were going to begin fertility treatment for her. She has eggs,its just been difficult to get her fertile since she was on birth control for almost a year. She blames herself, even though it was me; I was the one that said I wasn't fond of condoms. So far she had to take pills and once every two days take a shot. She dreads needles, but she takes it like a champ. She rested her head on the cushion and held my hand, every once in a while stroking my hand with her thumb. I smiled at her and she giggled:
"What are you so happy about." "You know I love you right?"
"Yes, of course."
"No matter what..."
She scooted over to me and said; "What's up with you? Huh?"
"I don't want you to feel as if, its your fault that we have to go through this."
"Babe, it is.."
I cut her off: "No, I told you to get on birth control when we started having sex, because I don't like condoms...Remember?"
She groaned: "It's neither our faults, if God doesn't think we're ready than we're not."
I took her hand and said: "I know, but still thank you, for going through all this."
She leaned up to kiss my nose and said: "You're mine, & eventually there's going to be three of us..or more I don't know but It's going to happen."
(Three weeks later you found out you were pregnant and nine months later, you have birth to two babies: one boy and one girl.
Anette Isabelle Barta
& Anthoniel Isaiah Barta)
