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Here you have it, emon! Andaming fish, to be sure!" I was on the edge of springing out of my skin because of how breathtakingly lovely the scenery was right now.
"You looked so joyful," he remarked, before putting his hand on my waist and accompanying me down to the shore. "You looked so happy," he continued. "You appeared to be in such good spirits," he stated once again.
In contrast to him, I was dressed in a one-piece swimsuit that he had purchased and selected for himself earlier in the day.
After I responded with "it's great," he tightened his grip on my waist and a blast of hot air hit my skin. "It's lovely, and then I'm extremely thrilled," he expressed his delight.
The weight of his every glance was mesmerizing, and it was difficult to turn away when his finger touched the back of my neck, and his finger touched the back of my neck.
This sensation, as well as her caresses, appear to be something I'm pretty comfortable with.
Before we walked into the water, he took my hand in his and embraced my back, saying, 'Tara,' as he took my hand in his before pulling me close to him and hugging my back.
As the water rose deeper, the words "I'm terrified" poured out of my mouth in a single breath.
I'm not sure which is more terrifying to me: the thought of enjoying myself or the threat of losing everything.
Don't let the size of the task frighten you. I forewarned you about this. No matter what happens, I'll be here for you "Before caressing the back of my neck, he said something.
A familiarity appeared to pervade his movements, and his speech sounded like it had been playing in my brain for quite some time.
"Let's go!" he said, then vanished behind me and evaporated into thin air like smoke.
I'm not sure what it is about getting closer to him that makes me feel so threatened. Should I place my trust in the people who live in my nearby neighborhood?
Is it OK for me to assert that this is something I should have done earlier?
After being tossed to the ground, I took a deep breath and stood up. We're here to soak it all in and appreciate it all at the same time. in order to get out of a sticky situation
You, on the other hand, feel that no matter how far away you are from your problem, he will track you down and follow you everywhere you go, no matter how far away you travel.
As a warm arm wraps about my waist and heated air wraps around my neck, I am prompted to ask a question. "How," I'm perplexed.
For him, biting my neck in a playful manner is amusing; but, for me, it is a sexually explicit method of biting.
"E-emon! I think you're going too fast!" I attempted to come off as outraged, but he merely giggled and massaged the inside of my cheek instead.
Then he massaged my back once again, this time up against me, and said, "I'm not going to stop." That's something he does on a regular basis.
No, not at all! Please don't go down that road!
That's all there is to it." I then swam away from him as he continued to laugh and laugh at me. It was just funny.
It's nothing more than a joke, really. You're a hothead, to say the least." He yelled in anguish and dashed after me, chasing after me.
I couldn't keep a smile off my face. I'm unsure of what I'm thinking or feeling right now. Furthermore, they are still without their mother and father as of right now.
I'm going to miss him a great deal. While rising to my feet, I mistakenly extended my arm, causing Emon to glance at me with concern as he stared down at the blood running down my leg. " Si kuya wind, si kuya wind "
"Can you tell me when my P-period is?" My thoughts would have turned to what had happened if I had suddenly experienced stomach anguish that had been replaced by excruciating pain that had led my knee to become weakened.
"Shit! I'll bring you to the hospital as soon as I can!" In the process of lifting me up to his feet and walking straight into the parking garage, he shouted at me.
When Emon yelled "24" directly at the security guard in the parking lot, he quickly pulled the key from his hand and bolted away.
In addition, I'm feeling dizziness. It's a mystery to me whether or not my stomach will turn upside down or whether or not I will vomit up all of the organs in my body.
Having observed that I was clutching my stomach and my head, he said, "Can you tell me what happened?" he asked.
Let's head back to our apartment. Maybe it's just a case of dysmenorrhea." When I stated it, my heart melted even more as the words left my mouth.
"That's pale, that's pale," he mumbled as the car came to a complete halt in front of him. My attention was completely drawn away from the fact that we were racing at breakneck speed to the SS hospital.
Before I finally collapsed and went asleep, I heard her shout, "She needs—Holy crap!" and Emon's grumble before I finally dropped and fell asleep, feeling terribly fatigued.
At this time, there is no one inside the building.
It's just the two of us.
My heart raced when the door opened and someone began speaking to me. I was terrified and scared.
She'll persuade Mr. to get out of bed. She is in no way a mistress in any sense of the word. In addition to not being authorized to conduct heavy tasks, she requires specific equipment. When the doctor realized that I had taken a seat and that Emon had taken up a position behind me, he was unable to continue his lecture.
As in, as in, as in, as in, as in, as in, as in, as in, as in, as in, as in, as in, as in, He admires and respects every facet of my character.
The last thing Neto said before leaving was, "Please excuse me, but I'll miss you first." He was happy when Emon came up to me and kissed me on the lips as he left.
I'm not going to put any pressure on him. What he performed had a positive effect on my physique. Getting kissed like this is something I really miss out on.
Then he let go of my hand, keeping both of mine in his while smiling at me. "S-sorry," he whispered before releasing go of my hand and holding both of my hands in his while smiling at me.
As soon as I heard the words "the doctor has determined that you are pregnant," I had a chill, becoming even more bewildered and wondering how it happened.
"No." What is it about him that makes him so content? 'I spoke something in quiet tones,' I remember thinking, before releasing his hand. Why is he so happy about the idea that I'm expecting a child with him?
Isn't it realistic to anticipate that he will be dissatisfied?
Despite the fact that I don't want to, I'm baffled by how I'm feeling; it's even been said. What is it about me that makes me want to become pregnant?
It is not permissible for you to have a mistress. The baby threw a temper tantrum-"
"No emon," I murmured, tears flowing down my cheeks as I tried to keep them from spilling down.
What precisely are you referring to? You're not interested in that youngster, are you?" His demeanor darkened as the conversation progressed. I was concerned about what was going to happen.
This is a clerical error. It's not something I'm going to do. At this time, it is not practicable to do so. Who I'm going to introduce to his father is something I'm not sure about. What should I say to my son in this situation? The idea cannot be entertained, it is not imaginable, it is not possible, it is not conceivable" It was difficult for me to keep the fear out of my voice when I said it.
The fact that his tremendously heavy stare was still set on me didn't deter him from responding with, "Why not?"
For the simple reason that I simply cannot," I said, hugging the blanket even tightly in my arms. "What's the harm in trying? After all, what's the harm in trying? Please let me know!" As he tried to calm himself down, his voice became increasingly loud.
My plea for him to refrain from asking any more questions was repeated, this time with shaking of the head.
"Explain why the child will not be able to detonate a nuclear weapon in your home. Please let me know!" He yelled while pounding on the wall, causing the entire room to tremble with the impact.
I'm feeling uneasy.
They're identical in every way.
"This is a clerical error. Everything comes down to this, emon. "I whispered this to myself and then closed my eyes even tighter than before.
"How naive you would have been if you had decided to go through with it." The moment neto shouted, I finally gave in to what I'd been holding back for so long: my feelings.
"Did I mention that I wanted it?" He posed the question, and I chuckled before looking him straight in the eyes and said "Yes."
"Which lady has expressed an interest in seducing them? What information can you provide me?" My response to the question was a sardonic grin before I pinatp where the instrument I touched had gone.
"Do you think it's OK for me to feel relieved that I was raped and that this is what happened as a result? Please let me know! To be honest, that does not set well with me! Her piggery was one of my favorite places when I was younger." I let out another scream before the expression on his face began to soften.
"When you do something, you should have the father in mind, even if it's just me. I'm happy to lend a helping hand. " He murmured something that made me giggle, and I shook my head in disbelief after that.
"My children, who are my pride and delight, would be the ones to receive him if I didn't give him to them. When I think about whether or not I should continue, I consider the following: "I made a passing reference to something just before going to bed.
The fact that he is linked to you by blood and that the child in your womb has the right to life is sufficient reason in and of itself. He whispered, "shake shake," as he walked out of the room for the last time.
I'm looking forward to the day when I'll be able to relax and be by myself again.
"Blew" "Blew wake up" "Blew wake up" "Blew wake up" "Blew wake up" "Wake up, please..." says someone.
"W- Can you tell me who you are and what you're doing here?" I'll put it to you like this.
When I explained to him why I was avoiding him, he rubbed my palm as if I had been burned by something he had done.
"Stay away, I don't know who you are," I muttered, crouching beneath my own feet to avoid being recognized.
"Can you tell me who you are, and kindly expose your identity?" When I realized what was happening, I tightened my grip on the blanket, which was now caressing my forehead with a hot object.
"It's past time for you to get up..." When I looked up, the mask was already on his face, and her deep voice and odd, yet strangely familiar caress had woken me from my chair. The atmosphere in the room is pretty dismal. The only source of illumination is the light coming in through the window. His grin betrayed his surprise that I was pregnant. I felt a shivering run through my entire body as he spoke. Why?
It wasn't until lately that I realized what had happened.
"Talk," the speaker continued in a hushed tone, and the room was similarly chilly.
It was difficult to tell if I was dreaming or awake as I wiped the tears from my cheeks and took another deep breath.
"Open your eyes," he told them, and they did so. I completed it in accordance with his instructions, and my heart felt even heavier in my chest. "I-you?" I inquired, to which he responded by pointing.
"E-mon?" I exclaimed, my head straining to comprehend the enormity of the situation.
"You cretin!" screams the narrator at one point.
