Chapter 50: Chapter 50

Do you feel that it is possible to meet someone and instantly fall in love with them? Her suggestion is that we maintain a comfortable distance from one another.

"Sure I do." When it came to Mark, I had exhausted all of my options. Although it took some time for it to register in my mind, I can say with certainty that it did take place.

"In my judgment, this is precisely what occurred with Kevin," She swallows and then sits up in a more upright position. She stated, "I never really went for the glasses type of nerdy looking guys, but when I saw Kevin and he got coupled up with me for a project, I knew I wanted him in my life." "When I saw Kevin and he got teamed up with me for a project, I knew I wanted him in my life." "I never really went for the type of nerdy looking people who wore glasses," she said. She says smiling. "Are you kidding me?" She inquires as she turns her head to look at me in the face.

"No, that's what we refer to as love," she said. I say this while firmly gripping her hand and beaming at her. I told her, "You can bet your bottom dollar that he's thinking about you in that way at this second." (You can bet your bottom dollar that he's thinking about you in that way.) I say as I hug her again.

"Really?" She appears to be blushing slightly when asking the question.

"Really." I give her my word that I would do my very best to fulfill her request.

"I am planning to stop over and see him sometime soon. Tomorrow night, what time are you planning to arrive to my house for dinner?" She inquires.

"The time has come the next day." My recommendation is to give her one last grin before she goes.

I sigh deeply and then switch my attention back to my art supplies. "What are we going to do, what are we going to do?" While I let out a sigh of aggravation and turn on another episode of Hart of Dixie to further my procrastination, I consider this question. On the other hand, I make it a point to cover things up so that Mark can't discover it.

Tomorrow, while Mark is at work, I'll sort it out for myself.

I wake up to an empty bed and decide to go out to the kitchen to find something to eat. "This is wonderful news!" Mark says, which astonishes me. Since I don't have to go to work today, I'll have plenty of time to get ready for the little dinner party that we're giving.

I itch the side of my face and try to make sense of what he has just said while simultaneously doing so. "Crap!" I speak to the one that lives within of me. Putting things off till later is not helping me in any way, and I should realize this.

"What exactly is the problem?" He asks.

She responded with "Oh nothing" I remark on it while forcing a faux grin to appear on my face. Except from the fact that I won't be able to work on your Christmas present, everything else remains the same. I make a mental addition. "Well, I wanted to make sure that you were aware of it..." As I try to come up with something to say after that, I find that I am completely speechless. When you've finished eating, come back to our room to wrap some Christmas presents there, and then we'll have something to eat ourselves. It is recommended that you slowly back away from the scene while lugging a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, and a bunch of bananas.

"Ok." He chuckles. "Would You Perhaps Require Some Assistance?" He asks.

"Nope. I'm good." I express myself too hastily. When I was almost there, I accidently brushed up against the door frame. At that point, I was almost there. When I swiftly enter the room and slam the door behind me, I grin and giggle a little bit to myself as I do so. I let out a sigh as I wait for the door to open and lean against the door as I do so.

It's high time that I left this place, honestly. The holiday season will officially begin in just four days. There will be no more postponing things till later. "Alyanna?" Mark inquires as I am in the process of beginning to put the stuff out. Currently, I am in the process of bringing out the items. When it comes to spreading the peanut butter, do you think a spatula would be helpful? He asks.

I make my way over to the front door and insert the key before turning it. "Thank you." This is why I say this because all I do is prop open the door a little bit before getting the spatula and closing it back up again.

I'm happy to hear that this was of assistance. After that, I overhear him walking out of the room, and he says. I take a fresh breath and proceed with the activity that I was performing before.

I came to the conclusion that it would be easiest to just paint everything over again. I decided to give it a more lively appearance. I couldn't be happier that I got some brand fresh paint. If that were to happen, I wouldn't have any other option but to increase the frequency of my breaks even farther than I already do. Someone is pounding on the door when I'm about a third of the way through reading it. It's not the door to my bedroom—the it's door that leads into the apartment.

"Crap!" I give the time on the wall clock a quick peek. I did say five didn't I. I could only squeeze in a quick shower before I had to go. When you don't have to worry about your hair, everything, from getting things done to drying off, goes much more swiftly. I didn't even bother to open the bag that contained my bread, bananas, and peanut butter because I didn't feel like bothering myself. I'm starving.

I dressed in some ripped high-waist jeans and tucked a graphic t-shirt inside the waistband of the jeans that I was wearing. After putting on one of my most liked caps, I came to the conclusion that the problem had been solved. When I got outside, I found Maya and Lexi strolling around together, and Mark was having a talk with Charlie and Kevin. Kevin was also there.

"I'm sorry that I arrived at the party so much later than everyone else." I'm going to go get a bottle of water, and then I'm going to head over to the other girls to make sure that everything is okay with my goddaughter. "Have a look at the stunning young lady," the speaker said. I advocate stealing her away from Maya.

"Hey! She grinned at me as I was still holding her in my arms. " Maya is in pain as a result of what occurred.

"Shh! Because of you, she is going to awaken from her sleep." This is something that I say with a grin on my face. Before we split up into our own separate groups, we all have a good laugh together. The women compliment Lexi as they sit on the couch, while the guys congregate in the kitchen to watch Mark make dinner. The men are impressed by Mark's culinary skills.

You're the one who got married, and you're the one who had the baby, right? That's how it works, right? I overhear Kevin asking a question that is very pertinent to the discussion. It seems to me that the most likely explanation is that he is pointing to each of them separately.

"Sure." Charlie.

"Sure." Mark.

"Have you given any consideration to the possibility of getting married in the not too distant future?" I admire the fact that he doesn't try to gloss over the reality of the situation. In addition, I am horrified by the fact that I eavesdropped on the talk without permission. "Maybe one day," with an upbeat and positive tone. This is what Charlie claims. Abby and I are both grinning broadly in response to this news. The next question that Kevin asks me takes me by surprise, despite the fact that I should be prepared for it. "And what about you, do you have any plans to start a family of your own in the near future?" He makes an inquiry to Mark.

"A dialogue has taken place between the two of us. After she finishes her therapies, there is no doubt in my mind that I will want children." Mark says. My excitement is out of control, and I can't help but express it. I had been looking forward to receiving your response. "What could possibly be making you smile like that?" Abby's query shook me awake while I was in the midst of a deep thought process.

My plan is to make a fraudulent statement, but Mark interrupts me before I can carry it out. "Everything is ready to eat!" I let out a sigh of relief as I was able to escape answering that question, and then I went over to the table and sat down there. After that, I continued on my way.

The majority of the dinner is taken up by meaningless chitchat and small talk. Even though I don't really pay attention to it, you can still expect a response from me in some form or another. Because I was the first person to complete the task, the dish stacking assignment was given to me at the beginning. I am just as guilty as everybody else of putting off doing things.

"Hey." Mark claims to have successfully captured my interest. In response to his grin, I flash him a smile. "What was your overall impression of the meal?" I'm getting some sort of deja vu.

"You got it, and honestly, that's one of my favorites," the speaker said. I propose that we keep an eye on him to see if he gets it.

"Am I going crazy, or did we already have this conversation at some point in the past?" Mark has the solution to the problem.

"You're right, that was the very first time we crossed paths." I say putting a plate away. I take a few long, deep breaths, close my eyes, and as I'm doing so, I am aware of his presence being quite close to me. "Did you mean what you said?" This question appears to have sprung out of nowhere.

To be more specific, what do you mean by that? While doing so, he grabs me by the hips, turns me around, and then asks.

"I mean. During the time that you were talking with Kevin and Charlie in that moment. About... youngsters "I recommend avoid eye contact.

I can just make out his grin when he's smiling at me out of the corner of my eye. Not a sneer, a real smile. "Of course, I did," was her response to my question. When I look up, I'm taken away by the sight in his eyes for some reason. "Really?" As I ask the inquiry, I can feel a slight tremor going through my body. I just need to get this out of my system. "Of course. I want kids..." He goes first. "With you." I smile and meet his lips.

Once we have parted ways, I respond with "Me too."

The fact that we are able to declare that we want each other in our lives and that we want to have children together but that we are unable to say that we love each other is something that I do not understand. I suppose he is aware of how much I care for him. I believe that he loves me, and I believe that he is aware of the fact that he knows. Does that even make sense? I really have no idea. The only thing I am certain of is that I have to tell him that I love him as soon as possible. It's only that I don't understand how.