/Amber’s pov/
In response to what mike was saying, I nodded, knowing that what he said was genuine and that I understood what he was trying to say. The fact that we lost a baby was the only reason stopping him from yelling but that did not deter him from becoming infuriated and wanting to say how unreasonable my action was.
He was unable to do so, due to the fact of the baby. "I understand what you're saying," "I understand what you're saying," I nodded, a smug grin on my face the entire time but yet scared, happy to see him so concerned about me made me smiled.I love you to the moon and back, Mike."
In comparison to his significance in my life, everything else on the face of the planet seemed insignificant. Except for demonstrating how much I care about him and how willing I am to go to any length to protect him, nothing else has come out of this except for confronting my deepest concerns about the future of our relationship.
As he bent his head to look at me, I could feel him gently kissing me of on the lips. With a low and solemn tone, he expressed his feelings for Angel: "I love you, so much more Angel." In the end, we were both a little out of breath by the time he got up from the table as a result of our combined efforts.
"Mike, Do you mind if I ask you a question?" I said before asking the question. The transition from his chair to the bed beside me caused me to muttered something under my breath. By the time I opened my eyes to see him, his fingers were still twirling through mine, and he was still holding my hand tightly in his own. What I really want to know is whether or not you still want to be with me after all of this has happened.
Please respond in the most direct and honest manner that you are able. Immediately following my notification to them that I've lost the baby and everything else, made me worry that he might leave me. It was terrifying to ask the question, and I clenched my teeth together against my teeth as I asked it, terrified that he would say no.
The way he looked at me gave me the distinct impression that he believed I was completely insane. "I've known since the moment I laid eyes on you that you were the one for me. " I'll be interested in you for the rest of my life, regardless of how long I live. He used the phrase "Always" several times throughout the conversation.
It was from deep within myself that I was able to produce that glistening smile for him to see. I encouraged my self to go ahead and approach him; you have the capability to do so. Because it was a nervous recollection, I raised the pitch of my voice as I recalled the conversation. It came to my attention that you had mentioned to me when we found out I was pregnant that you were thinking about asking me to move to Boston with you, and I remembered that you had said that to me.
He walked away with a nod, a smile, and yet another nod before turning and walking away. “Yeah.” We were fortunate enough to get a brief moment in which this gentleman (Mike) appeared confused as to where this conversation was headed on camera.
"Don't you think Boston is a fantastic opportunity for you? Don't you think you should consider it?
What if you were given the opportunity to travel anywhere in the world? Wouldn't you take advantage of the opportunity? My initial inquiry was followed by a request for confirmation before I was able to ask him a question about his life and work experience.
And it appeared that he was even more confused than he had been before. "Sure, but it's fine; I'd like to stay here with you." In response to my question, he leaned in and kissed me softly on the forehead, telling me that I was the most important thing on the planet to him.
Despite the fact that I knew it wasn't the response I was looking for, I shook my head in disbelief. "Thank you for taking the time to speak with me and trying to change the subject, Mike." Please respond to this question honestly and without taking my emotional state into consideration. Thank you. What are your thoughts on whether or not Boston is the best city in which to further your professional development?
Yeah, but-" he began his counter-argument with the words "Yeah, but-" It became necessary for me to place my hand over his mouth in order to prevent him from reacting further.
"Please let me know if you still want me to accompany you because I would be interested in doing so. " As you had previously stated, it was your intention to include me in your journey. I appreciate your consideration. Your invitation has been accepted. Was this something you were interested in learning more about in the first place?"
His expression of surprise indicated that he had not expected such a positive response from me. I inquired as to what it was that he wished to know more about. In spite of the fact that he didn't say anything, he maintained a fixed gaze on me, his mouth gaping open in surprise at what he was witnessing.
Answering the guide's question, "Would you like me to accompany you?," she said yes. "Do you mind if I accompany you, Mike?" "Is it all right with you if I accompany you, Mike?" I had inquired about it. My inner monologue continued as I gently squeezed his hand and repeated myself in my head.
His eyes were filled with such affection that they caused my heart to melt along with them as he inquired.
I responded to her with a huge smile and a nod of the head. That being the case, I would be delighted to accompany you wherever you went after that. " That would mean leaving your friends and family behind and they are individuals with whom you are going to miss. Jake especially In the midst of saying, his hands gently cupped my sore cheeks.
"Yeah, I know but the fact that I would be able to spend time with you would make it all worthwhile." To demonstrate, I made a shaky motion with my head to demonstrate.
His thumb ran along the side of my cheek, as if he were trying to figure out how he'd managed to get his hands on someone as intelligent as me, and he stopped.
His laughter came when I told him my joke because the punchline implied that he had previously committed murder, which he found amusing.
Both of us burst out laughing as he made the lighthearted observation, "Serial killer," he joked, drawing another round of laughter from me in response. In the middle of our gentle kiss, he bent forward and caressed my cheeks, giving me the impression that I was the most unique and fortunate girl on the face of the planet.
For me to realize what was happening when he pulled away from the kiss came far too quickly. Angel's response was straightforward: "you ready to accompany me to Boston, Angel?" he inquired.
I gave him a big hug and a big smile. He seemed pleased. "I was born ready, Mike,"
This piece was written at a time when I was desperate for a new beginning in my life. The fact that I needed to start over because so much had transpired was a compelling reason for me to leave the country. As a result of the events that had transpired, I had to put the past behind me and concentrate on the present - specifically, on my future with Mike..