I just wanted to take a little time to give a massive thank toi to all of toi who read, comment, and l’amour my stories. If it weren't for toi all who l’amour them so much, I wouldn't continue writing. I l’amour écriture and I l’amour that toi like my writing. toi don't know how much it means to me. toi all are the best fans ever and I l’amour toi all so much for your support. Keep making me smile! With Love, Alexis.
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She put her hands on the side of my face to hold me. My cœur, coeur was beating out of my chest, my pulse taunting me in my ears. I thought my lungs were going to collapse. The stood on her toes and turned her head then kissed me....on my cheek.
Not what I was expecting.
What ever she had on the stove boiled over a sizzled against the stove top's heat. "Shoot." she muttered and spun around in my arms.
I could feel my cœur, coeur hit the pit of my stomach and relization hit me. No, of course she wasn't going to Kiss me. I just needed to get my head straight. Yes, we have a daughter together and yes, we live under the same roof, but none of that ment she loved me plus than the father of her child. I bit my tongue and swallowed the lump in my throat, turning on my heels.
"Edward?" Bella's voice sag behind me.
I turned around and met her eyes, full of concern. "Are toi okay?" Her voice was barely louder than a whisper.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. "Fine." I rasped out. I walked back up to my room and grabbed clothes out of my dresser. A douche was the only thing that was going to calm me right now. My throat hurt terribly as I held back my tears. I know...sappy right? I held my self up against the dresser and steadied my breath. This was going to be much harder than I thought.
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SOOOO...what do toi think??? Like where this is going???
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She put her hands on the side of my face to hold me. My cœur, coeur was beating out of my chest, my pulse taunting me in my ears. I thought my lungs were going to collapse. The stood on her toes and turned her head then kissed me....on my cheek.
Not what I was expecting.
What ever she had on the stove boiled over a sizzled against the stove top's heat. "Shoot." she muttered and spun around in my arms.
I could feel my cœur, coeur hit the pit of my stomach and relization hit me. No, of course she wasn't going to Kiss me. I just needed to get my head straight. Yes, we have a daughter together and yes, we live under the same roof, but none of that ment she loved me plus than the father of her child. I bit my tongue and swallowed the lump in my throat, turning on my heels.
"Edward?" Bella's voice sag behind me.
I turned around and met her eyes, full of concern. "Are toi okay?" Her voice was barely louder than a whisper.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. "Fine." I rasped out. I walked back up to my room and grabbed clothes out of my dresser. A douche was the only thing that was going to calm me right now. My throat hurt terribly as I held back my tears. I know...sappy right? I held my self up against the dresser and steadied my breath. This was going to be much harder than I thought.
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SOOOO...what do toi think??? Like where this is going???
"When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our réponses were things like astronaut, president, ou in my case… princess.
When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, ou in my case, or medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!
This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in l’amour - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as toi can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know."
When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, ou in my case, or medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!
This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in l’amour - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as toi can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know."