“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way
because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which
there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” - Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #007478 || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #8B8386
I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way
because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which
there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” - Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #007478 || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #8B8386
- When he told her to show him she moved her arms gently to the right side of her stomach where she had felt the kicking in the first place. It took a moment but the couple did get to feel their baby girl kicking as Ana still had her hands on his, rubbing the top of his hand softly. When she looked at him and almost saw tears, the blonde smiled but the smile flattened once he moved away and apologized. "It's fine." She cleared throat as he ran his fingers through his hair. Something she knew he did when things were awkward. She locked towards the lock to see if he was close to getting them out of the bedroom. Ana turned her attention back to Jacob when he began to speak about how she still looked beautiful even with her being pregnant. The blonde chuckled as she looked down at the wooden floor to hide the small blush forming on her cheeks. Mad at him or not, she still blushed like a child when she was complimented by him even is she doesn't want to. "C'mon Jacob, you know she probably didn't look that bad. And I mean, that's not true. When you met me I was skinny with no grey hairs or wrinkles." She chuckled softly as she smiled softly.