Natalie
Francis possessively wrapped me into his big long arms and kisses the top of my head, inhaling me and breathed as it relaxes him. His touch and smell relax me as well.
"I love you too much." He murmured.
"I do too."
"You alright?" I nodded and look at Colt who is a little guilty.
"So, you fuck my sister?" I ask Colt who flushes.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"He fucked anyone who hooked upon him," Elise said and nudge Colt while his arms are around her.
Still the food didn't lighten my mood. I try to eat, and Colt and Elise lighten the mood. It did help me. Also, with Francis's help on caressing my stomach affectionately. I take another sip on the soup that Francis order for me.
"I didn't know that he's your brother," I told Francis. He wiped the side of my mouth.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry," I mutter. "That just makes me a slut."
"No, baby. Don't think about it."
I'm not in the mood to shop so I let Francis buy everything that he wanted for me. I didn't argue with him on how he waste money just for clothes and garnets. There's no complaining when I feel so down.
My heartfelt so broke. The lump on my throat was so big that I couldn't even swallow and if I did push it, it will just pain me more. Bernie is Francis's brother. Half-brother. I know that Francis's father had already got another family. I know that he probably has half-siblings.
But I have a two-year relationship with Bernie, his half-brother. I gave myself and my virginity. After two months, I make love with Francis and this happened. I get pregnant and he was into me like I was into him and we are getting married in two days. What if he will do the same that Bernie did? What if he will just discard me like a scratch paper? I'm afraid of those things.
His hand skimmed into my bare arm down to my belly as he paid for the bills. Elise and Colt were with us fooling at each other. They look adorable but I don't have time to appreciate it all. I just feel very distressed about this day. I didn't even remember when we get to the parking lot as Colt and Elise said to catch up on our flight tomorrow.
"Don't think about it," he mutters and kisses my temple that partially washes my worries away.
"I'm sorry," I squeak and hold my tears. He put his arms around me. I inhale his scent that immediately relaxes me, and I let myself cry as he gently patted me at my back and caress my hair.
That simple gesture of him makes me comforted. Nobody has ever comforted me as he does. Nobody has ever cared for me as he does. Nobody has ever loved me as he does. I feel his love every time from that small gestures that he's making, but for me it was a huge one that makes my heart instantly melts, like a sundae under the noon sun.
"Hush, my Talie. It wasn't your fault. Don't you ever say that you are sorry." I sobbed more and probably have snoots, but I wanted to cry out my heart. I wanted his comfort that I never have in my life. "I love you and if anyone messed up with you, I'll throw them like a football player." I giggle and push away from him wiping my tears. "I'm serious, though." There's a smug grin on his face. "I could kick them directly to their weak part just to make sure that they aren't going to hurt you anymore."
I had fallen asleep in the car and he woke me up with hot kisses. I immediately responded and woke up. I rest on our bed as he kept pacing back and forth to pack for our clothes. I let him pack our clothes since, I couldn't stand or do it. I'm too tired, physically, and mentally. I'm just broken hearted on what my sister is doing. She clings on my ex and probably they had an affair before. I caught them before, but I ignore it when he said that it's an accident.
I still don't understand where my sister gets money for buying those things. Bernie doesn't have much compared to Francis. Francis is welled discipline and very much intelligent and creative on his dedicated passion. Making wines. Should I still work my ass out for them? I must pay for the life they gave to me.
I went to school though I haven't had the money for food. Though I haven't got enough school supplies. But my father only gave me those, never my mother. I always envied my sister for having beautiful things that my mother never gave me any single thing. I wore old clothes and sometimes rags. My father is always away and when he came back, he surely had something to give me.
I learn to work while I am studying when I was just in grade six. Good people give me jobs every weekend until I learned a lot and save money. But those become wasted because my sister took it from me. I still don't understand why she would do such things. She has everything she had, shoes, clothes, beautiful bags that I never had.
I sleep on our old sofa with a fan and mother would turn it off telling me that it would just make our electric bill high. So, I learned to tuck inside the thin blanket for the mosquitos not to bit me though it was so fucking hot.
"Tell me, baby. What makes you so sad?" he caressed my hair. I don't want to tell him about my childhood. He will just pity me. "How about I soothe you with a massage?" I nodded. He started massaging my foot and kisses it. Nobody has ever done that to me.
He caressed my wet cheeks wiping those tears and settled a newly opened tissue box for me as I started weeping and snorting. I am just surprised to find myself not crying anymore as he massages me. I let go few moans from that very nice massage, that he's giving. After that massage, he took a glass of water for me and I drank it. He caressed my hair like he always does.
"You okay now?" I nodded.
"You must be tired." He shook his head.
"I got strong stamina, my beautiful soon to be wife." The sound makes me smile but overwhelming at the same time. "How about you rest while I prepare for dinner. I would ask mum about dinner before we left later."
"That would be fantastic." I yawn. Yes, I feel so sleepy and tired. He tucked me in and make sure that the air conditioner is cool enough for me.