🎶 Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you?

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be 🎶

Song by Elvis Presley

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'My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

My love as deep. The more I give to thee,

The more I have, for both are infinite.’

- Shakespeare.

Chapter 33

'Love' Angelina's heart skipped over and over again before it started beating hysterically, vigorously supplying blood to all her shocking organs, most especially her face, making it go red. She was flustered, just four-letter words were enough to make her heart go skyrocketed and his manly deep voice could make her body tingle.

Oh, my poor heart, she cried to herself to get it together but it was impossible when the word still rang like a mantra in her head and his scent assaulted her poor nostrils, getting her a little lightheaded.

Nathaniel was obvious to her internal battle only her ripened face could give away, he grinned cheekily before putting his hand at the middle of her back, urging her forward not without placing a kiss at her temple.

His angel was beautiful in her way, not like those fake bimbos with plastic bodies. Hers was naturally soft, delicate.

"The cottage is ready" he voiced out, seeing Angelina's brow cease in thought.

"Hmmm," she hummed, drifting from her thought, nodding in response.

"The cottage is a mile away from the hotel but faces the sea," He said, "I noticed you like the sea view".

"Yeah" she answered. She couldn't deny the view. "I'm not a fan of gigantic houses or mansions," she muttered. She just wanted a simple life.

"What do you prefer?" he inquired, trying to know more about her.

"Well," she began as they continued to walk to the bus stop. "I like just a small bungalow" she gestured with her hand, lowering it, "You know… like maybe three rooms, two parlors, a kitchen, a storage, a basement for the gym, and a dining room." she listed, she didn't need a dining room because she didn't fancy it like eating on the floor.

"Why three rooms, two parlors and so?".

"The guest room, the children's room, and the master bedroom" she blushed furiously, biting her lips nervously, "Whilst then parlors - one is general and the other is private''. That has been her dream since a young age, get married to the love of her life, have two to three children - twins and a boy or girl then have…

"That's awesome" Nathaniel grinned, liking the idea of her thinking of the future already with their miniature in the picture, he couldn't help to suck on her lips, rescued the battered lips from her torture. "What else?".

"Then a small garden at the back yard" she raised her head to look at him, "I like gardening, planting vegetables and flowers then at the front there should be a swing" she smiled bashfully. "I know it is childish but I love it and have been dreaming of it" She muttered.

"No…" he shook his head, "It is not '' he urged her to continue, "I'm hearing, I like hearing your voice and your dreams" he assured her, making her sighed in relief. Whenever she talked about her dream house when she was young, she was always mocked and laughed at for what she wanted but here she was with Nathaniel, wanting more about her thoughtless wish. She could not help her heart not to fall more than she already had. She was falling hopelessly.

"So that…'' she blushed, "The children or I can play on it during weekends" he nodded his head, taking note of it down in his head. "In a quiet area, not the city, away from the city lives. A peaceful quiet place then maybe some miles away there should be a lake for fishing or relaxation. No noisy neighbors, no disturbance, just comfortable solitude with the natural calmness" She finished in one breath, clapping her hands happily. Happy that someone was hearing her, listening to her nonsense.

"That's a brilliant idea" he complimented, patting her head adorable.

"I'm not a baby" she whined, glaring at him while he smiled.

"You are my baby".

"Cheesy" she touched her chest mockingly before sticking her tongue out.

"What of you? your dream house?" she asked because she knew everyone did have a dream house.

"Me?" he pointed at himself while she nodded, "Ah" he scratched his neck nervously, "I never have a dream house or thought of it" he dragged slowly.

"What?!" Angelina exclaimed dramatically with widened eyes, stopped walking, facing reded ears Nathaniel while her hands rested on her waist. "Don't tell me you don't have a dream house?" she asked slowly, wanting to be sure.

"Yeah, I don't have" he answered dumbfounded, "This is the first time I'm hearing it," he said, "Is it compulsory to have?".

Angelina stared at him like he had grown another pair of heads, she sighed, pinching her temple, "Everyone does have a dream house even a seven-year-old child does have a dream house" she patted his shoulder softly, her lips quivering down.

"Okay," he nodded in understanding.

"So your dream house?".

"I like your dream house version" he smiled while Angelina shook her head immediately, jabbing him at his side.

"No" she shouted, "you can't have like my dream house, my dream house is mine" she cried out, shaking her head, "the house is copyrighted to me only because it's my own" she whined.

"Can't you share with me?" he raised his brow suggestively, staring down at her sullen face.

"Hmph," she huffed, shaking her head as she got down from the bus.

"Please," he said after her but got no response, "Pretty please".

"Okay" she stumbled her foot on the ground, "...borrowing you till you've your dream house" she smiled while Nathaniel's face widened showing his white pearl teeth as he carried her bridal style, walking to the cottage.

"Okay ma'am" he muttered as she giggled.

"Your dream children, how many, boys or girls?" he asked out of the blue while Angelina buried her head in the crook of his neck embarrassingly as Nathaniel's body shook from laughter which the vibration sent sparks to her body making her shivered.

What's dream children? Where did that come from? she shook her head.

"Dream children?" she asked, her voice muffled from his neck.

"Yeah" he responded huskily, her breathing was tickling his neck.

"Hmmm" she gnawed on her lips, "Three children, twins as the firstborn then a boy or girl as the second" she smiled, thinking how she would become a mother.

"That's good, half of my dream children" he grinned, "I want seven children; one girl like her mother and six boys".

"Do you want to kill me?!" she screamed, trying to jump down from his hold but didn't budge.

"Six boys!"...

"Yeah" he nodded and didn't understand why she was panicking.

"Don't you want…" she interrupted him.

"It is not that I don't want to but six boys are too much, to begin with, boys are hard to nurture" she grimaced. Boys were stubborn, playful, mischievous, and so on… she would surely die before her time. She gulped nervously, "I think a boy would be sufficient" she muttered, turning her flamed face away.

"Okay, if you say so" he agreed, "I don't care how many children you want… If you want a hundred, what am I there for?" he wiggled his brow.

She scrunched her nose, "naughty man" She mumbled but he heard her.

"I heard you," he said.

"I kn…" her stomach rumbled loudly making her eyes widened, staring at her stomach then Nathaniel.

"Someone is hungry" Nathaniel sang, putting her on the counter.

"Shut up" She grumbled, dangling her short legs, watching how Nathaniel put on the apron. He brought out the pots to do the dishes as his muscles budged and flexed.

Only hers, she grinned cheekily. Only God understood how she landed herself with an Adonis man. Was it fate or destiny?.

She was pulled out of her thought by the sound of her phone, she jumped immediately, bumping into Nathaniel's chest.

"Ow," she muttered, punching his chest gently while rubbing her forehead.

She took her phone and saw her father's name flashing through the screen, she beamed and swiped it to green then walked out from the kitchen for privacy.

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Hello Royhans 💕

Sorry for the late update :)

Do have a dream house?

I noticed than many readers read but don't vote or comment, is this book not to your liking - _-.

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