She closed the sketchbook and looked at the huge wedding picture on the wall. She did not know why, but she felt uneasiness in her heart she could not put her finger on.
It was as if all she had now was not real and did not belong to her.
She patted her face softly, a masculine scent still lingering between her lips. He had said that they needed time. Then, she would give him time. No matter how much time he needed, she was willing to wait.
No matter how long.
She pressed her sketchbook to her chest. It's just that… she placed a hand on her stomach and rubbed gently. Between the light touches of her fingers, her heart ached slightly.
She really wished to bear a child that resembled him, but it seemed impossible in this life.
There was an immense sorrow on her face, but she raised her lips into a smile with a lot of effort. It was alright, as long as she had him… as long as he did not dislike her.
Would he?
She was not sure.
