Dinner was fine.Ismail was no longer so bad at cooking, of course he left the hardest part up to me. But it was those moments that became incomparable, and we were united, moments only his and mine, no one else's. In the end he was in charge of washing the dishes; Isaac helped him. For my part, I took Lizzy to bed staying with her for a while, because I couldn't deny her sweet request that I read her a story. Without further ado, I searched the internet for an interesting one, one of the ones I had at home on paper, we forgot to pack.Luckily I found his favorite online, and narrated it to him. In the process, I saw her shake her head, struggling not to close her eyes, she wanted to hear everything even though she already knew it by heart. He interrupted me a couple of times, questioning as usual, the young princess's decision to reject the prince. When I read it to her I remembered to give her an answer, perhaps Brenda did too, but she, not satisfied with the answer, asked again.“L

Mohammed settled in one of the available rooms; He told me more about him, I a bit, hiding the dream that seized me. Sometimes, he didn't realize it, but he said things in his language that I didn't understand. So I just nodded. In the middle of the talk, his invitation to Dubai came up. I thanked him for his affable proposal, perhaps after giving birth, and after a while, we could travel to that place."Really, don't you want something to eat?" I inquired aware of the time.And the clock already told me that it was twelve noon.“You're hungry?” He wanted to know."A little," I whispered, not saying that I was actually dying”“We can go to a restaurant, it's my treat. And I call a taxi, too”“There's no need…”“The food, as in the rest of the country, is delicious. Come on, come with me. I'll take care of notifying Ismail” he insisted.He convinced me, or I didn't want to decline, I wouldn't be rude. I got up, and asked permission to fix myself. He understood staying waiting for me. I

He covered my eyes, his hands guided me as I walked. Still with the bandage on my face, I felt the sand under my sandals. Where were we going?"Almost there" he whispered in my ear.Each advance, each step that I took increased a whirlpool inside me, the emotion was sweeping me without even having a clue of what was happening. But my heart already had the faintest suspicion in a skip."Surprise, little flower...”When he released my gaze from the cloth, I couldn't utter a single word. I gasped in ecstasy, covering my lips at the scene ahead. Lights, candles, a moonlight dinner, all finely adorned. A table and two chairs waiting for us.“Ismail, I don't know what to tell you, everything is beautiful…” my eyes filled with thick tears.He hugged me affectionately."You don't have to say anything, just looking at you smile, that's the answer I want, She pulled away taking my subtle chin, I held her hypnotic sapphires, with an emotional avalanche in my chest. Mariané…”Then he knelt down i

If I didn't have a huge seven-month-old belly, I would have jumped out of my chair with the joy that filled my soul. December started off on the right foot and with the response from a publishing house, which took my proposal seriously, I couldn't feel better.It was my opportunity, my moment to bring to light a book that many times I wanted to delete, that I put down, that I paused, that I even thought was absurd. Our story was behind each paragraph, captured between the lines of each chapter. Knowing that one day not too far away "A Whisper In The Storm" would be behind the windows of a bookstore or store, filled me with satisfaction and happiness.“Love? Ismail inquired, finding me still stupefied looking at the laptop screen”I turned to him with a huge smile."Do you remember my manuscript?" I questioned ecstatically, covering my lips.“Of course, I read it all, you couldn't have told our story in a better way. It's perfect, you told me about your plans to send it to a publisher,

"She's cute, mom." Can I stay with her? Lizzy asked, holding on to the crib where Malak slept.I was going to answer him when Ismail arrived."It's time to go to bed, princess" her father objected, lifting her up in his arms, immediately showering her with kisses, making her burst out laughing."Are you going to read me a story? Brenda is not here, please, please" she insisted, joining her little hands in a plea."Of course, my love" he continued with the pampering, shortly after he placed her on the ground, caressed her crown. Wait for me in your bedroom."Okay, daddy." The girl turned to me with open arms. Good night mom."Rest, little angel” I whispered kissing his cheek.When we were alone, I looked at Ismail. I cut every inch between us, wrapping myself around his neck on tiptoe. Playful, he touched our noses, with a smile on his lips that was tempting me to kiss him.“What are you waiting for? she inquired sensually, inciting, exposing her desire by fixing her gaze on my mouth”