My eyes snap open as I escape from my dream. Another in yet the series of dreams I have been enduring. This one was worst of all. Everything was sliping through my fingers as I faded away, my life crumbling. Everything I loved was being taken away. I stop my self as I beging to hyper ventalate. Jake turns towards me as I gasp for air I had let pass.
"What's wrong?" He brushes his fingertips against my cheek. They burn my skin leaving me with a flushed look.
A sigh escapes my lips. "Nothing just another nightmare." I crush my small body into his warm chest.
"You wanna talk about it?" He asks as he strokes my forehead. His arms balutin around me warming my whole body.
I open my mouth but no words escape. I slowly take in a breath hoping this will encourage me to try. "I dreamed that you were hurt and I was pregnant and we were attacked. I Nawawala the baby and Nawawala my vampire genes. I was so helpless." I bury my head into his chest and let my tears fall. Crying my tears, I loose my self in my emotion. "I can't understand it. Is something wrong with me?" I sob never stoping to take a breath. My lips tremble as I begin to stop.
"There's nothing wrong with you. We'll talk to Carlisle. It'll be okay." He says as he pulls me in tighter.
"But you don't know that. What if there is something wrong with me? We both know that I haven't needed to hunt in forever, and now it's in my dreams."
"Nessie, calm down your gonna hurt your self." My sobs stop and I pull my self away from his tight grasp. I lean back and look into his dark eyes.
"But how can you be so sure?" I ask as I balutin a blanket around me.
"Your my wife. It's my job to reasure you." He kisses my forehead tenderly, and pulls me back into his arms.
"I pag-ibig hearing you say that."
"Say what?"
"When you say My wife." I sigh as I rest my head on his shoulder. My eyes drift downward as I let my self sleep in his tender arms.
~
I wake up to the smell of tusino comming from the kitchen. I quickly jump out of kama and slip on a night gown. My body follows the smell. When I look into the kusina I see flour all over the place, and egg stains on his clothes and the floor. Peices of tusino sizzle on the pan that now rests on the stove.
"What are you doing?" I ask him as I step in the room. His body jerks around and his expression is histericle. A laugh escapes from my lips as I notice the bulaklak covering his face.
"What?" He asks. His expression grim. The apoy alarm goes off as the tusino burns in the pan. "I was trying to make breakfast for you." He stutters while he turns off the burner.
"Well you did a wonderful job trying." I say as I halik his bulaklak covered cheek. The bulaklak gets in my mouth, and hair. "Your a mess Jake." I laugh. "Why don't you go change and let me finish breakfast, ok?" I say while he unties the kulay-rosas tapis around his waist. I cover my mouth with my hand tring not to burst out in laughter. He hands me the flour covered tapis and heads into our kama room to change.
I walk to the counter and marvle at what a mess he has made. The egg carton is filled with old egg shells. The flour sack leaking flour, probably from his tight grasp. A single egg yoke rests in the pan along with many bits and peices of shell here and there. "Well he mannaged to get an egg into the pan." I say to my self. I guess the first thing to do it start to clean up what can be cleaned quickly. The rest may take a few hours of fixing.
His footsteps echo from the hallway leading into the bedroom. His head pops into the door frame. "Don't clean that up."
"Well who else is going to clean it?" I retort.
"Me."
"You?"
"Yes." His statements are clear. He really want's to do this. Ha, please. But I guess he will learn something from this. It is the wife's job to cook for the husband, not the husband for the wife.
"Ok well I get to supervise."
"Fine." He gives in and walks into the kitchen. "How did you clean that much so fast?" He asks astonished.
"A woman's work is always a woman's secret." I say as I lean up to halik him. He picks me up and spins me around the room. My foot hits the sack of flour sending it faling to the ground. Every bit of it spills out of the bag.
"Wow I just can't do anything right today can I?" He smiles a crooked smile at me as he sets me down.
"How about I go change and you and I go get some real breakfast. Then we can come back and clean together."
"Fair enough." he says halik me one last time before I leave the room.
"What's wrong?" He brushes his fingertips against my cheek. They burn my skin leaving me with a flushed look.
A sigh escapes my lips. "Nothing just another nightmare." I crush my small body into his warm chest.
"You wanna talk about it?" He asks as he strokes my forehead. His arms balutin around me warming my whole body.
I open my mouth but no words escape. I slowly take in a breath hoping this will encourage me to try. "I dreamed that you were hurt and I was pregnant and we were attacked. I Nawawala the baby and Nawawala my vampire genes. I was so helpless." I bury my head into his chest and let my tears fall. Crying my tears, I loose my self in my emotion. "I can't understand it. Is something wrong with me?" I sob never stoping to take a breath. My lips tremble as I begin to stop.
"There's nothing wrong with you. We'll talk to Carlisle. It'll be okay." He says as he pulls me in tighter.
"But you don't know that. What if there is something wrong with me? We both know that I haven't needed to hunt in forever, and now it's in my dreams."
"Nessie, calm down your gonna hurt your self." My sobs stop and I pull my self away from his tight grasp. I lean back and look into his dark eyes.
"But how can you be so sure?" I ask as I balutin a blanket around me.
"Your my wife. It's my job to reasure you." He kisses my forehead tenderly, and pulls me back into his arms.
"I pag-ibig hearing you say that."
"Say what?"
"When you say My wife." I sigh as I rest my head on his shoulder. My eyes drift downward as I let my self sleep in his tender arms.
~
I wake up to the smell of tusino comming from the kitchen. I quickly jump out of kama and slip on a night gown. My body follows the smell. When I look into the kusina I see flour all over the place, and egg stains on his clothes and the floor. Peices of tusino sizzle on the pan that now rests on the stove.
"What are you doing?" I ask him as I step in the room. His body jerks around and his expression is histericle. A laugh escapes from my lips as I notice the bulaklak covering his face.
"What?" He asks. His expression grim. The apoy alarm goes off as the tusino burns in the pan. "I was trying to make breakfast for you." He stutters while he turns off the burner.
"Well you did a wonderful job trying." I say as I halik his bulaklak covered cheek. The bulaklak gets in my mouth, and hair. "Your a mess Jake." I laugh. "Why don't you go change and let me finish breakfast, ok?" I say while he unties the kulay-rosas tapis around his waist. I cover my mouth with my hand tring not to burst out in laughter. He hands me the flour covered tapis and heads into our kama room to change.
I walk to the counter and marvle at what a mess he has made. The egg carton is filled with old egg shells. The flour sack leaking flour, probably from his tight grasp. A single egg yoke rests in the pan along with many bits and peices of shell here and there. "Well he mannaged to get an egg into the pan." I say to my self. I guess the first thing to do it start to clean up what can be cleaned quickly. The rest may take a few hours of fixing.
His footsteps echo from the hallway leading into the bedroom. His head pops into the door frame. "Don't clean that up."
"Well who else is going to clean it?" I retort.
"Me."
"You?"
"Yes." His statements are clear. He really want's to do this. Ha, please. But I guess he will learn something from this. It is the wife's job to cook for the husband, not the husband for the wife.
"Ok well I get to supervise."
"Fine." He gives in and walks into the kitchen. "How did you clean that much so fast?" He asks astonished.
"A woman's work is always a woman's secret." I say as I lean up to halik him. He picks me up and spins me around the room. My foot hits the sack of flour sending it faling to the ground. Every bit of it spills out of the bag.
"Wow I just can't do anything right today can I?" He smiles a crooked smile at me as he sets me down.
"How about I go change and you and I go get some real breakfast. Then we can come back and clean together."
"Fair enough." he says halik me one last time before I leave the room.
