*Orlin*
[A bit earlier]
I got some ice from the kitchen and ran toward my room, but in the lobby, Artemia waited for me.
"Hey, Ore!" She frowned. "What's with the ice?"
I put a hand on my hip and grumbled. "Why is your reaction telling me you think I hurt myself? Do you really think I'm that reckless."
She walked over to me and poked my chest and stomach.
I yelped as soon as she did.
Artie sighed. "I was right."
My face reddened. "It's just pain. See?" I lifted up my shirt to show her.
She blushed and turned around, covering her eyes. "Ore! I'm a lady!"
I snickered and hugged her from behind. "True, but you are mine."
"Well, not yet. We've yet to marry."
I frowned and let go of her. "True."
She lowered her head. "Things didn't go well?"
I pressed the bag of ice against my abdomen. It was probably warmer than my dad's heart.
