Rhys and Myla are both from rich families, when they're forced into an arranged marriage. From trying to have a blended family, strict parents, crippling trauma. Will they make it through and fall in love on the way?
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Myla and i sat in a wedding planners office. We planned a date. A month away. And now everything has just spiralled. There's so much going on.
Myla rubbed my thigh. We chose many types of things for our wedding, finishing off most the plans so that it can be ready in time.
"I'm flying out tomorrow to Italy to get my wedding dress made. I'm going with my parents." She said as we drove home.
"Your flying out tomorrow?" I said anxiously. Now i'm used to sleeping with her it's going to be hard to not.
"I know it's last minute but there's not long till the wedding i have to go."
I nodded. "Okay. How many nights?"
"Just one, love."
"Okay." I mumbled, squeezing the steering wheel.
"You'll be okay." Myla nodded, rubbing my neck.
"I know." I whimpered softly. "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too." She nodded.
I hate this why can't i just let her go out and not be so stressed. Why do i feel so physically ill just knowing she's going away for ONE night. I shouldn't be so upset over this.
We went to daycare for pick up Lou. And i went to the directors office.
"Hi." I said, my voice stern. "I need to make some changes on Lou's record."
The director nodded letting and Myla in.
"I need to change it so much fiancé can pick Lou up also."
We did the changes, before going to the pre-kindy room to pick up Lou.
I grabbed her bag and bottle, and i turned when i heard Lou's voice.
"DADDY! MUMMY!"
I held in my smile, my chest aching.
She ran to Myla as she held her arms out.
"Hello." Myla gave her lots of kisses. We left daycare and went home.
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I got out the shower. It was late, around 12am. I felt so sick. Myla was packing when i came out the shower.
I squeezed my hands, opening and closing them anxiously. I only had boxers on.
Myla was bent over as she packed. I breathed heavy, going and sitting on the bed turning on both my fans.
"Are you okay?" Myla asked.
I nodded. "Just feeling a bit sick."
She came over and sat beside me. "Do you wanna hold my hand?"
I nodded. I held her hand, squeezing it, forcing myself to take deep breathes.
Myla used her other hand to grab my chin, turning it to her, giving me a kiss, rubbing my face. "Are you feeling this way because i'm leaving? Or just feel this way or something else?"
