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2020-08-30 16:50:32"Yes…" he whispered. Perhaps in the future there is the possibility of… increasing the family.
-The possibility? Don't you want to have children with me?-It's not about that."What do you mean not?" Explain yourself.Nora started pacing back and forth, hysterical."I'm very scared." I don't think I'm ready for something like that."And you think I have a manual hidden somewhere?" He reproached through clenched teeth. I'm scared too, Nora. It is something that binds you for life, but it is the best thing for a person. Becoming parents will make us whole.Nora's pale face dropped completely, keeping her mouth partially open."Are you saying you're not happy right now?""You say that, not me." He shook his head. I'm just saying that a son will make us more…”“ Complete, ”she snapped angrily. You already said that."I don't understand why you take it that way.""And how should I take it?" She exclaimed. It's like you're giving me some kind of ultimatum.Dorian couldn't believe what he was hearing."Why are you twisting my words?"-Because I do not understand you."And do you think I do you?"Without warning, Nora changed her attitude. It became unstable, just like many other times it ended up deflating for too bad an early."Does this really have to do with having children?""What else could it be?"Nora shrugged doubtfully."You tell me that."Dorian got up from the bed and went to her, worried.-What are you talking about?"Please don't pretend." I know there is something you are not telling me. You're really weird lately. She grabbed his hands, ducking her head. You are not with me.-Than…? He snapped, incredulous. Nora, I'm with you. Right now I am with you."Yes, but not in the way I want." I don't know, you change at times. I'ts something new for me. I know you have a lot of responsibility at work and all that, but sometimes I have the feeling that I am talking to myself, as if your mind was elsewhere. He sighed deeply. As if deep down you don't want to be with me.Dorian felt guilty, knowing that she was absolutely right. He divided his time unfairly between his wife and Angela. Wanting them in different ways, with different intensities. He clung once more to what he wanted to believe."Even if we argue a thousand times a day, that won't change how I feel about you." He kissed her forehead. I love u"And I do you, and I don't like arguing with you." I hate it."Then it's over." We forget what happened.Nora clung to him tightly, pressing her face to his chest."Forgive me," he whispered."No, you forgive me."-Why?He kissed her forehead again.-Maybe you are right. Maybe I need to put the idea of having children aside and focus on you. I have to make you happy every day. He kissed her on the lips. I do not want to pressure you is that ... You see, I have always liked children, and I was confident that I could have one with the woman who shares my life.
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A nice nurse with blonde hair and oversized glasses came into the room bringing the dinner tray with her. Angy would have liked to refuse since she wasn't hungry, but she wouldn't get anything that way, so she just put a good face on him while she prepared everything.-How are you? The nurse asked with a pretty smile.-Better thanks. And you?The lo
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She opened her eyes and found herself surrounded by her entire family. The surroundings were cold, unfamiliar, and very white. He had no idea where the hell he was, but the image of the island came to his mind; the last thing she remembered was hearing her cell phone, but she didn't reach for it.His mother sat on the corner of the bed and refused to let go of his hand. His blue eyes were puffy; she had been crying, but Angy didn't know why."Oh, Angy," he whispered. You have finally woken up… "
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She was sitting in front of the computer her father used to use when he was home. It was a little slow, but it would do. He had thought of emailing Evan; He had not heard from him since he returned to the island and wanted to inform him of his supposed progress, although if he could see for himself, the verdict would surely be different from the original.He typed for several minutes in front of the screen. He measured his words accurately so as not to announce between the lines anything that might worry him. Then he reread it about five times and felt satisfied.
The Measure Of Love - Book 2 62
Angy sat silently in the passenger seat of Nora's car. He was waiting for his sister to leave the house. As always, it took longer than necessary, and his ten minutes often turned into twenty. He kept his hands in his lap, clasped, like his random thoughts. It was a hell of a time keeping his mind clear. She had had a horrible night, crying nonstop until she fell asleep. The first thing he remembered when he opened his eyes was the exquisite appearance of Dorian dressed in that gray suit. He was so handsome… And of course, his attempts to clench his jaw and act naturally were eliminated on the spot. So long acting in his own life and now the forces began to weaken at the worst of times. He was strong, and he had to remain strong for the good of all. It couldn't fall apart, not anymore. As much as doubts bombarded her immune system and threatened to finish off every inch of her person, turning her h
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Nora had gotten up early; It wasn't customary, but that night had been different. His skin crawled every time he thought of Angy. He had never seen her that way, crying for someone, much less about a past love. He had become so weak that he had no choice but to promise her what he asked. He would not bring it up again, but there were still many questions in his head to answer. He did not understand his sister's eagerness to refuse to be happy. He had everything to be; if it was reciprocated, the rest was possible, but she was still determined to say no. At first glance it made no sense, but in the end it was something he couldn't remove; a promise was a promise and he would have to swallow his words so that the green gaze would not blur again. She didn't even look like herself. He always saw Angela as a strong woman, but with that damn theme the facade collapsed and she transformed into the opposite, into
