In a matter of about seven months, life felt like the soft beams from the sun in the morning, the smell of fresh flowers, the first sip of your first cup of coffee, that certain feeling when you realize that you're in a happy place surrounded with the best people and you just can't help but appreciate in every second how your life took a perfect turn.

Some days would start, end or at the middle be gloomy, but fair enough, the soothing sound of the raindrops against the roof is also my definition of a content life.

Three months ago, Leon became two, and after two years of him as my first born, I have just recently found out that I was pregnant with our second child.

I never expected myself to be carrying a child again this soon, but I was over the moon the moment I knew that once again, a life started inside of me, and I was more pleased of welcoming it, most especially now that I have Vernon by my side. Things that I could've went through with him with our first.

If we didn't get those many misunderstandings in the past, I could already have gotten used to how he was eversince he knew that I was pregnant. He was a hundred times more caring, concerned, thoughtful affectionate and a lot more to list.

To sum it all up, he was the most perfect father and partner, and I could swore that at some point after we found out that we were having another child, I saw him crying inside our bedroom. I giggled at him while standing at the doorstep at first, yet as I gawked at him more, I sort of empathize with him. I wondered what were the exact feelings he had that day, I didn't know, but all I knew is that I felt the sadness from his crying back and it was devastating to watch. . and yeah, I started bawling my eyes too.

I turned my gaze to the side where Vernon was. He was seated beside me at the couch, while Leon was on the floor mat with a few of his toys, whereas we watched a kid's show with him through the television. "Hey. . Vernon. .", I quietly called for him.

He placed his elbow on top of the backrest of the couch, and his cheeks on his fist as his eyes diverted to me. "Yes?", He answered, his voice slow and deep, probably because of how late the night was.

"Are you exhausted?", I asked, smiling with him as he did too after my question.

"Not really. Maybe a bit? Leon seems to not want to sleep yet, I'll just wait for him till then. You can go to bed first, if you'd like.", His smile won't just leave his face, and that just makes me feel more guilty, that he's doing all these, everything even beyond he can because he feels guilty as well.

"That's not what I meant.", His eyebrows subtly lifted. "I want to know if you're tired of. . everyday, of everything that you have to go through day and night just so you could take care of us."

His face softened, but there was something more as well, like mixed sadness and regret. "I am tired, Liv, but it's natural, people get exhausted at some point by the end of the day, and I like it, I like everything that I'm doing right now and everyday."

I brought my hand up to his cheek. "But you're doing so much.", The fact that I was pregnant made it even more harder for me to contain my feelings.

He held my hand that was on his cheeks and gently squeezed it. "I'm glad I am.", I could really tell how genuine he was through his smile and the looks on his eyes.

If I could just do something, or anything for him right now, I would. I don't know why I feel this much guilt towards him, but he deserves to know how hard he's trying.

"If there is anything that I could do for you, tell me."

Things are meant to be faced and go through with someone, and I believe that I could do that for him, because that's what partners do.

"Kiss me. If you see me at any chance, if you feel anything, just kiss me and that would be more than enough."

I leaned forward and pressed my lips on his for a good second. "I feel guilty and sad."

From the way how he was initially surprised by how I kissed him so soon, a smile plastered on his lips perfectly. "Then shouldn't I get another? That's two feelings."

I sighed with a grin. "You wise, sly boy.", I took a quick glance at Leon, making sure that his eyes were still on the TV, and fortunate of us that it still was, before I gave Vernon another kiss, yet now, about four (or more) times longer.

It was just amazing how my mood skyrocketed in a matter of time. He had his ways and I lived for that.

I bit his lower lip before leaning back, and boy was his face priceless. He seemed taken aback, but by the passing seconds, the smug grin on his face increased in a spine-chilling way.

"I just want to let you know that you are seriously driving me crazy.", He leaned towards me to closen the gap between our faces.

I, once again, shortly tend my eyes to Leon, and back to Vernon when I got a slight reassurance. "I'm worried that he might look back and see us."

"He won't.", I could feel his breathe brushing against my skin by how near he was.

"How would you know?", I questioned, breathing laboriously.

"I just know."

And before I knew it, he completely took my breath away, and all I could feel was my heating cheeks and his lips that was moving provokingly against mine.

"He seems to be enjoying the show so much.", I, out of slight intoxication, commented when we momentarily gasped for air. That just randomly entered my mind, and I hoped that, that was actually the case.

"What a life saver.", He said under his breath, this time, in between the kiss. What we got ourselves into was really something.

Have you ever done something so wrong yet it felt so right?

"Do you feel excited, Leon?", I delightfully asked my son, looking down at him while he was walking along with Vernon and I with his hand holding onto mine.

Leon nodded his head enthusiastically. "Yes!"

Who wouldn't be when it's the beach? We decided to go on a trip to the beach, the same beach Vernon and I went to at that time when we were trip buddies.

We were already close to the sea, and Leon who was holding my hand the whole time was pulling me already so we could get there faster, whilst Vernon was holding the picnic basket and the blanket that we will be sitting on.

"Do you feel excited too?", Vernon asked lowly, him being a little behind me.

"Yeah, of course.", I answered, not having the chance to look back at him and see his face.

"Then I deserve a kiss."

This time, I took the chance to turn my head back to him and gave him an interrogating look. "We're still going on with that?"

"By all means.", He answered, oozing with confidence.

I couldn't help but to chuckle as I brought my attention back infront. He really is a man of his words. It has been over a month since that night when he told me to kiss him whenever I feel something, and he has not stopped pampering me about it since then.

As soon as we settled on the blanket above the sand, somewhere really close to the sea, there was just nothing but bliss that was filling me. Gazing at Vernon and down to the mini version of him, and down along to my baby bump, my heart became full.

"Can you believe that coming back here again, there's four of us now?", Vernon questioned, and I was left with admiration towards him because of it.

"I wouldn't be able to believe it if someone tells me that in the past. It's a bit crazy, right? What we've been through and the outcome of it."

"Yes, it is and I like it so much."

At some point of my life when I would have the chance to go through our past, I'd be willing to do it, as long as our present would remain the same.

It might've seemed regretful and was filled with pain, but it what made us what we are right now; the unknown feelings, the trips and hangouts, the love we made, the hatred, the needing of reassurance, the spaces, the regrets, the longing conversations. .

. . no matter how bumpy the road is, as long as there's a destination, we'll get there.