"What's wrong, Ismail?" I wanted to know guessed by his expression that it was good news."Tomorrow Brenda will come." I've talked to her, and she agreed to come.“Oh really?” I widened my eyes in surprise.When she organized the trip, she was included, however she declined for family reasons; explained that her cousin's husband had suffered a breakdown due to his terminal illness. I was sad, because I wanted Brenda to be with us, both Ismail and I felt that she was part of our family.I got up and hugged him happily. Barely a week there, but his absence seemed like a thousand years in solitude. Ismail hit me closer to him, nullifying even the half millimeter that separated us. Gently he caressed my back; inevitably a sob escaped my lips, I couldn't hold it back, and I blamed the hormones for my sensitivity at that moment.He separated us far enough, his long fingers subtly lifting my chin, making eye contact possible. I couldn't stop feeling a bunch of nerves looking at him like that

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

Black eyes, deep as an eagle's; intimidating me without saying a single word. A gentleman with abundant gray hair, although I found a distant reflection of darkness in his strands. My gaze fell on her luggage, my heart skipped a beat, I already tied it all up.“He was Ismail's father”"Hello, Mariané Lombardi" I introduced myself, holding out my hand, unsure that her customs would decline the greeting.My voice trembled.I took the risk."I have no words to express how happy I am to meet you, sweet girl" he spoke with the Arabic accent marked in his words. Despite everything, he handled our language well. He leaned in, kissing the back of my hand. Can I give you a hug?How to say noI hugged her taking the initiative.I could feel a certain familiarity, that instant trust surrounding the union.“At last I know you, Mariané. How are you?” separated."I-I... I'm sorry, if I knew you were coming, I would have fixed myself" I commented embarrassed. He was still wearing his pajamas.An unw

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

When I asked you, you refused, and you didn't even think about it when dad invited you to eat" he commented without a trace of annoyance in his voice.I went along with my beloved captor."Don't tell me you're jealous. I couldn't refuse; besides I can't resist pizza and my baby and I were starving” I blurted out, it was my excuse."Now I'm starving, little flower" He purred hugging me from behind, his playful hands already making their way to my breasts.And my internal fire burned, a delicious and implacable fire that was already undoing me like a sheet of paper. Poor my ashes that surrendered to him, to his greedy fingers caressing my entire body without stopping."Ismail" I moaned, holding my breath.At what point did the coolness begin to leave us for a brilliant heat?"I want everything from you, Mariané." He bit the lobe of my ear. There was a vortex inside my body, lifting me up.And it was only the beginning."No, everyone is outside...”"And us in here" he added.I didn't see

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

The empire cut of my dress, a Greek-inspired design, wore a bodice just below the bust; from there to the bottom was the lack, very vaporous and loose. Good, and above all comfortable. I chose the cut of the dress because it was very romantic. And just above the neckline of my empire-line dress, the sparkling beading.I bet on rhinestones on the feet, I would walk barefoot, so that I could feel the sand on my feet, giving a more romantic look, too. Her hair would be loose, with waves at the ends; and the flower headband on my head, gave my look even more femininity and natural elegance. I decided on some small earrings, a bracelet on the right wrist matching the engagement ring there.Kelly made a light makeup on my face, highlighting my look with an eyeliner, mascara and painted my lips with a pink gloss. She, like my bridesmaid, wore a tailored suit dress, fresh betting on colors and subtle prints.She looked beautiful with her pregnant tummy. And to think that soon I would be like

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,

"Good evening, Ismail”But the rest did not last long. It was barely two in the morning when I started to feel pain, the contractions had accelerated, although it was not the first time I had the experience, I was terribly scared because the baby had come early. My eyes widened when I saw that I had wet the bed. I woke up Ismail feeling the next contraction go through me.He blinked in excitement at the scene."Mariané, take a deep breath, we'll go to the hospital immediately" she spoke quickly, and dressed at the speed of light.I didn't even answer him, the pain twisted me to the core. I just wanted this baby out of me anymore."It shouldn't be happening to me right now!" I exclaimed, letting out another groan.The doctor had given me a date for the end of January.“I know honey. But it is also common for them to hurry, everything will be fine. Breathe in and out, please”“I tried to do what it told me, but it wasn't working. Suddenly the pain subsided, I breathed again with relief.

"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”