"it's a secret" she whispered in my ears and I scoffed.
"You're a minor, it's wrong to fall in love with a stranger just focus on studies" I mocked and quickly, she stormed towards the stairs heading to her room.
"I hope I get a younger one whom I can play around with" she mused loudly to my hearings. Well if it's having a child, I'm not ready to nurse one, she alone is a headache. I dumped my bag on the couch, stared at the beautiful chandelier and smiled to myself. Just being proud of today, as good wife, I took the responsibility of preparing the meal waiting patiently for Edward to return. It took me forever because he didn't show up, at least he would have informed me he won't be returning home that moment. Anastasia was in her room as usual painting horrible pictures, the thirteen years old always spoke to these drawings of hers which I find amusing because I do the same, to myself though.
