"Are you alright?" Natha asked me the moment we entered our bedroom.
Well, since he asked...
I turned around and hugged him, burying my face in his chest. Without needing me to ask, he lifted me and carried me to the bed, patting my back as I clung to his shoulder. I felt very childish when I was like this, but was there really any need for pretense in front of your spouse?
Leaning my head on his shoulder, I let out a sigh that only Natha could hear. "You know, sometimes I think it'll be nice if they like me because of me, not because I remind them of Grandma..."
It was such a childish complaint, but I just had to let it out somehow. It didn't feel like much at first, and I was glad that it made people look at me in a favorable way. But...
