#!gemstone.

                          “I love you, too, babe.”

         ”Well, as much as I’m flattered because of this complimentary, you should know that the only person I am planning on marrying to is the one and only Lee Areum, and no one else.” Expression of rosy cheeks caused by tender beauteousness of his lover and meek smile diluted by timidity is what is offered when he responds, heart content and overflowing with such sentiments like felicity and endearment -- he is fairly, rather entirely aware that it is solely a jest albeit his own response holds onto some solemnity in it, behind his words. “But you’re right -- I should smile more often... I will showyou a happier, stronger side of myself so you wouldn’t have to worry ever for my well being. I’ll smile more fromnow on, to make you happier.”

         Long hours, long tedious hours has brought the young lad into an extent of languishment (mostly mental) which he has yet to experience, never before -- if there was only one thing which he expected for was his girlfriend’s-- no, fiance’s embrace to soothe him down. It was astounding how she managed to pacify him regardless of the duress or apprehension or stress he might feel the moment she wraps her arms around him and glides her tender fingers in his skin. He misses her sylphlike figure in his arms, the delicacy of her smile that gives him strength each and every time again and again when he needs it the most. He has an intense feeling of longing for his loved one, whom he’s been separated from fo during the workday so when he finally entered their place there was no man happier and content than him. Albeit the sight he witnessed has him shocked, overwhelmed, stupified.  Her sylph figure holding a smaller one in her arms -- a baby -- an infant in he caring solicitude filled embrace (at that point he cannot discern the gender, not that it mattered much to him). He is entirely thunderbolted, with no doubt. It reaches an extent when he’s unable to speak; his lips are parted however no sound emits aside his barely audible inchorenet ponders of what the hell is a baby doing there, he simply stands still in his place without even removing his shoes or taking a pace forward inside their apartment... there is nothing he can utter to express his mental convulsion aside an anserine inquiry which isn’t given a second nor first thought over.  “Did one of our comdoms break and I didn’t know...?”

         The days has come, finally. On a retrospective it seems as if all the time they have been together ran so hastily by that it seemed as if only yesterday they have had their first kiss, first confession of love. He is nervous -- most definitely -- it is manifest in the way his fingers are fiddling with the wrapping of the flowers bouquet that is held in his hand and the ring that’s in his pocket. Merely moments ago he became pious thinking he might have lost the ring he spent so much time on picking and so much money on purchasing. A nerve-wreck, that is definitely an adjective to describe the young lad who stands in font the the bedroom’s door whle waiting for his girlfriend (as of now, in hopes the title would be changed later on that night) to finish getting ready because the longer the seconds tick on the clock the more expeditious his heartbeat becomes and he does not wish to begin sweating of nerves before their night even begun. He swallows down, hoping to mitigate some adversity in breathing in and out deeply -- who would have the wish to seem so nervous in front of their loved one? It would definitely bring dubious suspicions up and the only thing he wanted to have is a memorable anniversary; some time by themselves, a surprise, and a beam on her lips. That would be all to make him happy. So that is why he knocks a little too belligerently on the door than he intends on -- he wants for their outing to begin. Ultimately, he also wants it to reach to its end so he could know what her answer to perhaps one of the most significant fate-changing questions he might ever inquire would be. He’s nervous, but there is a smile on his lips.