Rubbing the sleepiness out of her eyes, Lizbeth sat up in her bed. She found Drew sleeping in the corner.
Obviously, her handsome guardian watched over her, ready to wake her if she displayed any signs of a nightmare.
He protected her so. What else could she expect from a man who held his dying father in his arms? Then, three years repeated the scene with his mother.
Left with no family, Drew would never let anything happen to her. He could never bear that pain, again.
She stood to awaken him, then, hesitated. How could she miss someone even when they were in the same room? What a hopeless romantic.
Tapping her finger over her pouty lips, she wanted to do something special to make him happy. Glancing at the dresser the perfect idea came to her.
Lizbeth tossed a pillow on the floor. Grabbed a bottle of foot massage oil from the dresser and placed it next to him. Taking the ear buds out of his ears, she grabbed his phone.
No need to inspect it. She already knew the song he played.
Lying on the floor, she rested her head on the pillow. Moving ever so carefully, she parked her bare feet in his lap.
He will be pleasantly surprised when he awakens.
Inserting the plugs into her ears, she hit play. The soft instrumentals soothed her. She eased her hand into the thick white bathrobe to stroke her flat belly.
There were so many things she wanted to give this man who changed her life. He taught her to give without taking. He taught her to treasure every moment.
He reminded her of the importance of family.
What will he think when he hears the family of two will soon be three?
Her brown eyes moistened. What better gift to bestow on this loving man?
A lone tear drop streaked down the side of the face until it wet her ear. She closed her eyes to focus on the music.
The lyrics whispered, “You’re beautiful…”
Yes, she felt beautiful. Drew taught her to feel that way. He kissed every unsightly birthmark, her small perky breasts, even the extra five pounds she recently added. The adorable ape adored her every flaw.
Strong hands grabbed her feet.
Lizbeth sighed. Life couldn’t be better.
“You’re beautiful. It’s true…”
Lovely write Andrew. So very soothing 🙂
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Thank you
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Welcome 🙂
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Beautiful!! ❤️
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Thank you Jennifer.
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Lovely……. 🙂
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Thank you sao much for reading
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So touching … and heart-felt.
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Thank you for saying that.
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So beautiful and tender…I hope you write more about them…
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Okay. Turned to mush. How could the chimp do this to me?
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Wonderful, it felt comforting and safe.
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Smiling. Thank you for reading.
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My first thought upon seeing the title of this post was something like… Ooh, there’s more! Loved the first part and loved reading from her perspective, too. Beautiful.
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Smiling like a fool. Thank you for stopping by to read and comment. I really appreciate it. I liked the first part, but not this one. Thanks so much for your kindness.
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Ah such a lovely way to start my day…. *sighs*
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Smiling. Thanks Meg. I tried to imagine Lizbeth & Drew as a couple determined to give. I always felt love should be about giving (without taking). And by the way, if it is more comfortable for you, you may call me Drew.
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Aha! I should have made the connection! Of course, Drew! xo
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Yeah, my little fantasy. Smiling.
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Oh.. this is how short stories looks like, compare to mine… i think its a big gap. Can i have some of yours truly time here to take a look on my stories and give critique ?
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Sure. I like to write with few words. So, didn’t use as much description as I should in this piece.
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But i think mine was way too short compare to you and im not a native English speaker, so my language was not top notch.
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Don’t worry about that. I will focus on the meaning.
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Thanks!
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We can follow each other
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Sure! i still new to wordpress. thanks !.
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Lovely story, Andrew–as a fantasy.
In real life, this sort of love can be smothering. My husband is too romantic (some people think there can be no such thing) and it can be a burden to be “the all” to another person.
The feet part was very nice. 😀
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Smiling. Any woman who can connect with me like that will have a faithful man by her side. Yeah, I don’t like smothering. I like to give plenty of attention and SPACE, but I NEED ALONE TIME TO WRITE. That is where the downfall to my relationships always begin. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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At least my husband is good regarding my writing time. When I go in my room and shut the door, he never bothers me unless it’s extremely important. And he doesn’t get pissed when I spend most of my day there (which is nearly every day from about noon till 6pm).
What gets to me is too much mushy talk. Hearing 20 times a day that you’re beautiful can begin to sound like false praise after a while.
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You are SO lucky. My error is I get ladies so addicted to the attention, then they want it to never end. “Oh, you love your writing more than you love me.” Shaking my head. I agree with the dislike of mushy talk. It devalues the message. But I am romantic, just not clingy. Space is important. Missing a person is good for a relationship.
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Some people–more so women than men–need a lot of attention to feel loved. If your wife has interests that don’t involve you, try pouting when she spends time on those activities. 😀
Another note, and I’m speaking generalities here, the older women get, the less attention they need to feel loved. It is a perk of maturing. Too many younger women base their worth on what men think of them, and how much attention is showed on them. It’s an insecurity thing. Old ladies like me don’t give a rat’s ass about what men think of them, how much they are adored. Take us or leave us, we don’t give a shit. 🙂
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Oh, my lady is much younger than I. A wonderful lady, but attention needy. I’ve tried to get her into different hobbies, but it always comes back to attention needs. We discussed this before, if there is an next lady, she wiull be a writer – or at least a reader. And I will be handing out applications and asking for references. Sorry for venting. SMILE
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I understand completely. My first husband, who died young of heart disease, was not a reader nor writer. Ditto, present husband. Both gave me space, but both have absolutely no interest in my writing. My husband has multiple serious health issues, so I could be a widow again any day. (Or he could live many more years.) I decided a long time ago I will never marry again–I’ll just join a local writers group. lol
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lol I did the writing groups thing. Nice experience. Hope your hubby overcomes health issues. Hopefully, I will be published, then maybe I can become a writing/blogging recluse. lol Naw, too mushy for that. Thanks for listening.
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Anytime . . .
Btw, check your email
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Nothing there.
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I’ll resend to the email on your contact info. Give me a minute.
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How cum LOVE is only giving & not taking?
One pours into other (lower) & sucks up from other (upper)
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LOL Too funny. Hope you are well.
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I am floating. Your beautiful words have caused me to levitate into and left me feeling light and surrounded by love. Thank you Sir. XOXO
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Smiling. You are so kind. A relationship should be about giving. You my friend – are a giver.
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I have definitely found that the more I am given, the more I want to give. It’s a WONDERFUL relationship, isn’t it? You, my friend-make me smile every time I see your name and words. 🙂
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Smiling. Yes it is. Thank you for saying that. I always look forward to your visits. They brightened my dreary days.
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You must NEVER have a dreary day. EVER! Now you have given me a challenge. I’m not going to get anything done at work today because I am going to spend my entire day trying to make yours anything but dreary. What shoes should I wear today? Hmmm……… 🙂
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Oh, I am okay. But there have been tired day, days of pain, and you have always brightened it. LOL
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It’s going to be so bright today, you will need to keep your sunglasses on inside. 🙂
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LOL Need to find a nice pair of feet.
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Unfortunately I am wearing a pair of black leather ankle boots today. Nothing sexy about that.
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Smiling. It’s too cold to wear anythings else.
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Yes it sure is. 👠
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Drew seems to be a Gentleman/Gentleape 🙂 Lucky Lizbeth.Lovely. Is it the song by James blunt btw? hehe.Take care!
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Yes, it is that song. I love it. Thanks for stopping by.
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I was going to just comment on how lovely the story was and then I started reading the comments. Utterly fascinating, both your readers and your own. Love and desire is so complicated and really hard work. It ebbs and flows with time and circumstances. I am not clingy or jealous or particularly romantic but my husband can be emotionally needy. Perhaps it is better to be with someone who is not a writer, however, with two egos competing?
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Smiling. First, thanks for reading. My ego could live with another writer. I would never be competitive with my spouse. She can write to her hearts content, as would I. But clingy makes me uncomfortable.
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Clingy makes me feel uncomfortable too but isn’t it a small price to pay for someone who loves and desires you? Perhaps it is not a lonely author blog but a lonely wife blog?
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Hahaha That was a good one
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Way too heartwarming for me. In fact, I’d say we’re at a heartburn level.
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Hahaha Shit, you made me cry
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A beautiful love story to adore. You’re a phenomenal romantic. I look forward to the next release of this continuing story.
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Thank you. When I wrote the original, I wrote it as a solo piece, but a good friend wanted to read more. So, whatever Lola wants Lola gets. Not sure where to go with this. Iid like to think two loving, giving people like Drew and Lizbeth would live happily ever after; fulfilling their voids and needs. Thanks for reading.
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Thank goodness for Lola. Smiles.
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Scarlett, you made me laugh so hard I almost fell out of my seat.
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Awww.. Smiles.
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There is no experience more wonderful than being in love and expecting that first baby. A fine moment that can only be had once in life. Beautiful imagery that frames our need for a love that lasts and the risk of commitment it requires because in this world nothing lasts. Your writing is so wonderful though that I want to suspend my disbelief and remain on this fluffy, white cloud forever.
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Haha Thank you for your kind words. That is a wonderful experience. Couples need to work to make it last. Thanks for stopping by to read.
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Reading your writing helps me see my flaws in my relationship. Some may view the words as fantasy. I view the words as pure romance. Seeing and feeling your words helps refocus and add better BALANCE to my relationship. I couldn’t ask for a better gift. Thank you for all you do.
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YOu are much too kind. Yeah, we need balance in our relationships as well. Good point. Thanks.
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Everyone should have someone who makes them feel beautiful
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Smiling. Yes, that is so true. Thanks for stopping by to read. I appreciate it.
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Always. A fan.
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Thank you so much.
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My husband had a car accident a month before we knew we were expecting. And he had it real bad. So when he was still unconscious when I visited him, I whispered that I might be pregnant. So he better live.
Thank heavens, he did!
He loves to say romantic things but I’m more of a doer. I find out what really thrills him and do it for him. Like having his favorite coffee delivered to his place of work so he doesn’t have to go out – three to four times a day to get his java dose.
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I am a big believer in showing love and not telling. I say it, but not a thousand times a day. So much more rewarding showing it. Sorry, to hear about your husband. What a story. Have you written about that?
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No, it happened long time ago (11 years?)
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Full recovery??
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Not really. Sometimes his shoulders would hurt a lot – and radiates to his back. So massages and bengay or those hot n cold patches plus a happy pill would knock him out for the night.
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I understand. I have never had a full recovery from my fall down a flight of stairs. I suffer the exact same problems. Sadly, you get accustomed to pain, and that is never fun. I hope a little miracle happens and all his pains disappear. Or at least he feels a little relief. Sorry for asking, I do wish you and him all the best.
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All this mushiness, not sure I can stand it!! Just kidding. I am a romantic myself. Just answer one question….will there be a Part III? 🙂 Wonderful story. Andrew!
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I don’t know. I only had a part one. I like to think they lived happily ever after. Love is about giving without taking. Drew and Lizbeth are givers. Thanks for reading.
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I agree. It was a wonderful tale 🙂
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Thanks
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Beautiful ❤
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Smiling. Thanks for stopping by to read.
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My pleasure
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I know you have quite a following in the blogging world already but I still rate your blog so II am nominating you for the liebster blog award. award free blog or not 😀 Hope you don’t mind .https://daisywillows.wordpress.com/2016/01/22/5620/
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Smiling. Thanks for the kind gesture. I appreciate you thinking of me. Very flattered, but I don’t think you noticed this is an award free blog. I am so tied up with the blog, sending out letters to literary agents, and editing my newest novel I really don’t have time to participate. Thanks again, and I hope you understand.
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Reblogged this on Lisa Mari Egra.
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Thank you for the kind gesture of reblogging this. I really asppreciate it. You have a wonderful weekend.
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Tusen takk🤗💕Min glede💕Ha en herlig helg og ny uke💕 Love Lisa💕
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This is my first serenade. I am flattered. Thanks for stopping by.
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Så hyggelig🤗Jeg som skal takke💕
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Smiling
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😉❤️
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Do you give lessons?
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Laughing. Do I give lessons in???
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I’d like to volunteer my hubby – he could use a refresher course. Of course, so could I, were I being honest.
I may have said too much here.
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LOL Hey, what do I know I can’t keep a woman. Laughing so hard.
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Friggin WP. I’ve been reading and liking but apparently the likes haven’t took
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You said it correctly. Freaking wordpress. There are still so many people you can’t comment on my posts. And plenty of people I can’t comment on either. Thanks for your support. You are a sweetheart. Hey, I meant that in a good way. I’m not very politically correct.
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Ha-ha. I’d take it either way. I hope WP gets it act together
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I am still fairly new here. Do they ever get it all together?
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No. Ha-ha
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It is what it is.
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Balm to the soul!
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Foot balm….lol
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LOL you!
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It is not difficult to see you for the kind of man you are, Andrew. Something tells me you write a lot of yourself in your characters, be it your prose or your poetry. I have noticed you place a great value on being a protector, the soother of nightmares and a loving soul. Thanks for sharing so much of your passion with us, my friend. This story, I believe (and you can correct me if I am wrong), captures the essence of who you are as a husband. Great write 🙂
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Aw, thank you. Yeah maybe a little too much of me comes through in my writing. Thanks for the compliment.
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Never too much, my friend because that authenticity is what makes your writing stand out . You are welcome!
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Most beautiful love story❤
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