In Loving You

It's been two years since I married Warren. As time passes by our feelings for each other deepens. Warren is still the same as before we got married, he is sweet, charming, and humble. He is the man of my dreams and more than anyone could ask for. I am so blessed to have him. Although, he always insists that he is more blessed for having me.

We have known each other since we were in high school. He's a jock, I'm a nerd. It's a typical love story like how you watch it in the movies or read in romance novels.

I still clearly remember the day we first met. I was sitting at the school's basketball court beside Ivy, who was my best friend up until now. Ivy had a crush on him and the reason why I was there with her was because Ivy dragged me across the campus so that she won't look like a crazy stalker watching Warren practice playing basketball by herself.

Warren is famous because he is rich, handsome, and kind. He's a part of the basketball varsity, the campus crush and even the school's student president. Every girl is head over heels with him but I was different. I wasn't like those girls who drool over him and is always updated about what is happening in his life.

I swear, he even had a fan club before who always cheer for him during basketball tournaments and sell shirts, mugs and other things with his face printed on them.

Despite of his looks, charm and popularity, he never took advantage of what he had and didn't play with the other student's feelings. He's a gentleman and a nice person.

Yes, Warren is perfect but unlike any other girls I didn't fall for him but I do find him cute. I guess the reason why I wasn't attracted to him like the other girls was because I was too focused with my studies for my scholarship. I had to maintain my grades to remain in that school because my family can't afford the prestigious school that I'm in.

I had no time for boys and looking for the most attractive guy in school. I have enough problems for myself. Besides, my best friend has a crush on him. It would be a disaster if I'll fall in love with him too.

I wasn't even paying attention to their practice match when I was accompanying Ivy at the school's basketball court. I was busy reading a book at that time which I found very hard to do because of the sound of the ball squeaking as it touches the surface of the court ground. Every time the players would shout at each other, I would have to reread the lines in the book because they always steal my attention and I'd lose my mind from the book.

It all started in an accident. Warren threw the ball and someone blocked it making it bounce sidewards and fly towards my face. I yelped when the ball hit me right through my face.

Ivy was so worried and I felt dizzy at the hard impact. It was like everything turned quiet, but I could hear faint sounds of people talking. I could also feel a hot liquid trickling down my face. When I touched it I saw blood in my hands. I don't know if it was coming from my nose or my head because my whole face hurts so much.

Our meeting was so terrible and I will never find it sweet or romantic unlike everyone. I looked like a mess with blood trickling down my face while Warren looked hot with his sweat dripping down his hair.

Warren ran to me and asked me if I was okay. I couldn't form a proper response so I groaned because my face hurts so much.

I was stunned when he carried me bridal style into our school clinic. I was frozen solid at what he did and I didn't know how to react. I just covered my blushing face like an idiot. My heart was beating so fast and I don't know if he noticed his effect on me or not. I could also feel his muscular body on my skin sending shivers down my spine. Not knowing what to do I just stayed silent and prayed that he won't sense how nervous I am.

Luckily, the blood wasn't that serious and I only got a minor bruise on my forehead but still, Warren kept on saying how sorry he is. I was okay and I know the whole thing was an accident, but he's too kind to feel so guilty about it.

After he went out, Ivy kept on shrieking and asking me stupid things like how he smells like or what I felt under his shirt. I couldn't answer her questions because it reminds me of him carrying me and it makes me feel flustered. So, I pretended that I was feeling unwell.

Long story short, that meeting was followed by multiple meetings until we got closed to each other. So close that he ended up falling to a girl like me.

Don't get me wrong, I was a nerd but I'm still pretty. I don't wear thick glasses or braces and I don't dress like an old woman but I do wear conservative clothes. I have a brown wavy hair that matches my eyes which I found plain and boring, unlike Ivy who has blonde hair and baby blue eyes with curves in the right places and a face of a supermodel which she inherited from her mom, a famous model.

Back then I was not sure about my feelings and I am scared to return his feelings. Many girls like him and I am nothing compared to those girls. What if he finds out that I am just nothing? What if he was unsure of his feelings? I am poor and he is rich. The world tells us that we are not for each other. Besides, Ivy likes him and I don't want to destroy our friendship just because of a man but he still pursued me always confessing and showing how much he loves me.

He is a very sweet guy and it's not hard to fall for him. When I realized how much I love him I told Ivy about it. I told everything to her. My late-night conversation with Warren and our time together. I was expecting that she would yell at me and call me a traitor but her reaction was different. She was happy about me and Warren. She told me that she only had a crush on him, nothing more. She supported me about my feelings with Warren

In the end, I gave in after we graduated senior high. He asked me to be his girlfriend in front of the whole campus in the middle of graduation. I cried a lot at that time because of happiness. I answered yes and vowed in my mind that I will sacrifice everything for him. I will love him and fight for him. I will not let anyone or anything decide for our relationship.

I introduced Warren to my family but not just a friend but as my boyfriend. They were elated at the news except for my older sister. I know she was just pretending to be happy about it.

Our love story isn't perfect. It is full of challenges but that is what makes relationships grow stronger. One of the challenges that we encountered is when I found out that he never told anything about me to his parents. I was so angry that I didn't talk to him for a week. It made me feel that he was so ashamed of me that is why he kept me a secret.

To make it up to me, he arranged a dinner with me and his parents and told them about me. Their reactions were nothing compared to my expectations. Well, I expected that they would reject me politely in front of their son but they lashed out at me. They called me a lot of bad things and I was on the verge of tears when Warren stood up and defended me from his parents.

He told them how much he loves me and how serious he is about marrying me. I was surprised to hear the word marriage. He has been planning to marry me since the first time he met me. All of the negative feelings I felt vanished and I was filled with happiness and security. I never forgot the way he stood up for me in front of his parents.

Even if we are already together I still kept my purity and he respected that. I never had sex with him nor kissed him because I wanted to wait until marriage. He agreed and even told me that I should lose my purity in the special time of my life.

After graduating college he asked for my hand in marriage but this time he did it in a secluded place. Just him and me in a garden filled with my favorite things. He sang me my favorite song while playing the piano because he knows how much I love the sound of a piano. We ate my favorite foods and danced slowly to a melodic song.

I agreed to marry him but only after 2 years because I still want to enjoy my single life and experience working in a company. He agreed to my condition only if I will always wear the ring he gave me to warn off guys that I am engaged. He also told me that I must work in his company but I told him I will agree about the ring but I don't want to work in his company because it might become an issue. He agreed about the thing that I wanted and in 2 years of being single and engaged, we enjoyed life.

Until we got married. His parents still disapproved about me and we didn't care because we were young and in love. Ivy became my bridesmaid at my wedding. All of Warren and my family and friends are invited but Warren's parents never came.

Before we got married, Warren and I were able to save money and bought a nice large house. Warren doesn't want to use his parent's money to buy our house. I also want our relationship and things to be built out of our hardships.

And then we are here now 2 years married and the only thing we could wish for is a child.

It's been a week and Warren seems to be ignoring me intentionally. He would answer my questions with a few words like he doesn't want to talk to me. He keeps avoiding long conversations with me and I'm starting to get worried. I always asked him what's going on and he always say that he's just tired.

He wasn't like that. He would always tell me everything that concerns him through dinner, but now he's trying to close himself away from me. I am starting to get worried that sometimes I even think that maybe he's seeing someone.

Warren is handsome and rich. Even if he's married, I doubt that girls would mind that. What if a beautiful woman that is rich as him who had curves in the right places that meets every man's dreams approaches him?

I'm not special even if I caught his eye and he fell in love with me. I'm plain and boring. I'm from a middle class family in the society. I don't even have blonde hair and blue eyes that everyone finds attractive.

I have an average height, a brown hair that ends just below my shoulder in waves. My eyes have the same color as my hair which proves that my hair were natural. My body is not curvy either although I do have a small waist and a large chest that is not much visible. I have a proportionate face and looks more European, but overall I look like a fairly average human being.

Warren looks like a greek god while I look like a mortal being who was only blessed with smartness and a pinch of beauty. I was very smart which is the reason why I got scholarship and attended one of the prestigious schools. That's where I met Warren.

I know that Warren loves me. We've been through a lot of things when we were still a couple. I believe Warren will remain faithful to me and won't replace me with some random bimbos.

Maybe I just did something wrong that I don't know of which is the reason why he's acting aloof towards me.

I shook my head and sat on the couch. I'm stressing myself out. I'm just overreacting and he was just really tired from his work that's why he's been acting weird.

A light blared into the window and a soft rumbling sound coming from Warren's car interrupted me. Our maids went out and opened the garage door so that he could park his car while I waited at the front door to welcome him like what I always do for the past two years. I will kiss and hug him then ask him a few questions about his day.

We only have a few maids that Warren insisted to hire for me. I never agreed to hire maids because I had nothing to do and I can do all the work in this house. Warren didn't listen to me. He said that the house is too big for me to maintain it clean. I don't even want to live in a large house because it's too big for us. I don't have any plans to have a large family. Warren thought that it's the best for us.

Warren went out of his car with dried tears on his face and he immediately welcomed my hug. "What's wrong?" I questioned him as I rub his back. He sobbed in my shoulder like a baby. This is the second time I saw him cry. The first one was when he cried because he couldn't understand why his parents would not like me.

It was after we had our dinner and after he defended me from his parents. He brought me home and before he went away, we spent our time together in our backyard. I was surprised when tears started coming out of his eyes and I don't know how I could calm him down. That's when I found out that hugs are better than soothing words.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so, so, sorry." He continued saying the word sorry that I'm starting to get worried.

"Why? What happened?" I comforted him and his grip on me tightened.

"I am sorry that I didn't trust you enough to believe these lies." Warren sniffed.

"What lies?" I frowned.

Warren gave me an envelope which I opened hurriedly in fear. It was filled with pictures of me kissing Calvin Miller and having sex with him.

Calvin Miller is Warren's business rival. Warren's family owns chains of hotels and restaurants just like Calvin. He was also my boss before I married Warren. There was also a time when we fought because Warren got jealous of him.

I was Calvin's favorite because I'm hardworking and a responsible employee. I always do my work on time and pass high quality paperworks. All of my bosses liked me until the word came to him.

When he saw the way I work, he promoted me and made me his personal assistant. Being a personal assistant is hard because I have to be with him 24/7 and I have to prepare his things. I have to be more early than him and set his schedule.

That's when I started to lose time for Warren and I gave most of my time to my work and Calvin. Calvin was always astonished by my work and I never heard any complaints from him. He is also a nice guy and would give me incentives or bonus money when he is satisfied with my work and he always was.

Calvin was also more than a boss to me, he was also my friend. He never had any romantic feelings with me and it was same with me. He was more like a boy bestfriend to me and I was a sister to him.

Warren confronted me and told me that I should quit my job because it's becoming unhealthy for me. I mostly eat once a day and I can't even sleep properly anymore. I was always busy serving Calvin and forgetting the most important thing in my life which is me and the people around me.

I never felt that my job is a burden to me. I love my job. I was so passionate about it. I feel like it proves my worth as a woman, like I can be anything not just because my boyfriend is a rich man.

Instead of saying sorry, I shouted at Warren. I was so angry because I love my job even if it's slowly ruining my life. I was also angry because we had an agreement that I'll work for two years to achieve my dream of working in a company before we marry. It's only been a year and he already wants me to quit.

I think he was being a crybaby about it. I never complained that he works with women in his office. I also didn't complain that his personal assistant that he's always with is a woman.

We shouted at each other and even gave each other a silent treatment for a week. It was the greatest fight we ever had and I feel responsible about it like Warren, even though it wasn't his fault.

I felt the urge to fix things between us.

What happened was I stayed in my job. I told Warren that I will handle everything and he trusted me about it. I told Calvin about the effect of the work he gives me in my life and that I will quit my job if it will continue to be like that. So he hired another assistant for me and things started to go back to normal.

"This is not true. You know how much I love you. I will never do this" I told him while shaking my head in disbelief. I can't even believe the pictures I'm holding.

"I know hon, I know and I am stupid enough to believe it. I hired someone to look if this were photoshopped and he told me that the results will last for a week. I purposely tried to avoid you because the thought of you cheating makes me feel mad. I gave you a cold shoulder for a week just for nothing." Warren's voice cracked at the end.

"Who gave you this?" I asked him and handed him the pictures.

"I don't know. It was sent anonymously to my office. I tried to track it down but it was sent by no one. Don't worry I could handle it. I promise I will trust you and I will not believe other things," Warren said straight into my eyes and rested his hands on my shoulder "To make it up to you I filed a leave in the office for a month. We will-" I removed his hands from my shoulders after hearing what he did.

"No, you won't. You can't leave for a month, remember? You had a lot of things to do. I don't want you to get stressed after this," he raked his hair and heaved a sigh.

"Don't think about it, I could handle this. After the things I've done, you deserve a rest. We'll go to France. I know how much you love it there." Warren said and kissed the tip of my nose.

"Warren! You don't have to." I tried to convince him.

"Sir your personal pilot has already arrived at your office." Our maid arrived and informed Warren.

"What? We are going now?" I was shocked at what the maid said.

"Later, after I eat your delicious cooking." Since I know that I won't win this time I just groaned at my husband's stubbornness

We went to our dinner table and eat the dinner I prepared. Warren moaned at the delicious taste of the food I cooked and I smiled secretly everytime he does that. He loves every food that I cook and he always eats all of them not wasting anything. I don't know how he can still have those muscles when he eats a lot. He suddenly looked up when he noticed me staring at him and I immediately averted my gaze and continued to eat.

We ate silently, not talking to much and just savoring the food. The same hour after we ate our dinner, we flew to France using our private plane.

I really didn't like the whole idea of traveling into a different country without any notice. His parents might get mad at him and it might also jeopardize his company. Even though I tried to insist that we must stay, I wasn't able to convince. I'm a stubborn person, but he's much stubborn.

We slept in the whole ride and rested a bit in our vacation house that we bought a year later after our honeymoon. Warren saw how much I enjoyed it here and he thought that the house would be a good investment.

He's right, we often travelled here during vacations and even during surprise visits. We like this place so much that maybe we could also grow old here. Just him and me. Our children would stay on where the company is and visit us during vacations with their own sons and daughters with them.

I never noticed that Warren left all of our gadgets back home purposely so that we will have all the time together. I never had any contact with anyone back at home and Warren's company wasn't able to talk to him for a month.

I was worried that he left his company alone for a long period of time without any notice but at the same time, I liked it because I have all of his attention.

We traveled to different parts of France and revisited it's landmarks and tourist spots.

First, we went to Louvre and we admired the paintings and different arts inside and debated about the beauty of the glass pyramid in front.

"I don't get why you think that glass pyramid compliments the Louvre. It totally contradicts the beauty of it," Warren grumbled and I chuckled. He's like a child grumbling at his mother.

He looks sexy when annoyed. His brows were furrowed, both of his hands were tucked inside his pockets and his head is lowered in an angle that highlights his sharp jawline and pointed nose. I can't help it but to fall in love with him even more.

"It gives balance and a hint of modernity to the Louvre and it gives the tourists something to talk or fight about," I said and laughed a bit.

"It just looks out of place like a white ball in the middle of black balls," Warren explained.

"It doesn't look out of place. It's perfect. Without the black balls, the white ball won't be noticeable and without the white ball the black balls won't have meaning." I explained and waited if he would say anything but he remained silent.

"If you were given a chance to remove that pyramid. Will you remove it?" I asked him and looked up at him eagerly waiting for an answer.

"I won't," he paused thinking of how he could explain his answer. "Well, you're right. Ugly or not it is still an art and arts are for the Louvre." Warren answered, staring directly at the pyramid. This time he's not frowning at it, but looking at it dreamily.

Second, we went to the Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris and took a lot of pictures. This was the first place we went to during our honeymoon. Warren knows how much I love to read books and the Hunchback of Notre-Dame was inspired by this church.

"Do you remember the first thing you said when I told you the reason why we went here first than the other tourist attractions?" Warren asked, looking at me with a playful smile on his face.

"You mean when you said the reason we first went here is because of the Hunchback of Notre-Dame?" I asked him.

"Yes, and you answered we should have gone first to the Louvre instead because you always wanted to be there." I laughed after he said that. I remember that day so clearly as if it just happened yesterday. Our honeymoon was the most memorable thing that ever happened to us.

"Why? I was just stating the truth, I always wanted to see the art stored inside the Louvre." I still insisted

"I know but it was meant to be romantic. You were supposed to be so happy on that day that you will kiss me or maybe tear up a little." Warren said and I cringed at his words.

"You know that I'm not that kind of a woman."

"I know and that is one of the many reasons why I fell in love with you." I just blushed at his words. He never failed to make me feel flustered and he likes teasing me about it.

In the middle of our day trip, we stopped in a french restaurant to eat lunch. We often buy snacks on the street as we walk and admire the place, but it wasn't enough to make us full.

We asked at the people around where we can eat the best french cuisine and they pointed us towards a place where we couldn't pronounce it's name properly. Warren ordered our lunch and I laughed so hard as he tries to pronounce the foods in the menu properly. People were looking at us weirdly, but it didn't stop us from acting weird.

The foods looked delicious and they tasted heaven. Even their foods were art itself. France is really the home of the arts. Even their letters and the way they pronounce their words were so artsy.

After our lunch, we went to the Palace of Versailles and admired the place with a tour guide who keeps on talking about its history along with other tourists.

"This was the principal royal residence of Louis XIV, until the start of French Revolution in 1789 under Louis XVI." Our tour guide kept on talking as I looked at the garden outside the window.

I know this story already, I love reading history books when I was in high school. Aside from us, there were a lot tourists that were enough to fill the venue even if it's a weekday.

"What do you say about sneaking out and exploring the palace alone without any boring speeches," Warren whispered into my ear and I giggled softly.

"I'm in, " I mouthed at him.

After waiting for the right moment we sneaked off to the stairs without anyone seeing us. We went to the part of the palace that is off-limits to other tourists and spent our time alone there.

I don't know which part of the palace are we, but the room is huge and we are the only ones in here.

I laughed softly after going inside because of our naughtiness. Warren put his finger on his lips telling me to be quiet.

"This place is beautiful, " I whispered.

"Not as beautiful as you, " he said then winked at me. I slapped his arm playfully and he just laughs at my reaction.

"What a flirtatious guy," I thought to myself.

We lay down the floor, our backs flat on the ground as we talked about the paintings on the ceiling trying to give our own understanding about it. The ceiling has a picture of small cute babies that looked like a cherubim.

"So what do you think about having children?" I asked him.

I felt him stiffen beside me and I scolded myself internally. "Why do I have to ask him that?" If I could I would slap myself because of my stupidity.

"It's okay, " he answered me, making me feel relieved.

"Cool, " I just answered and bit the insides of my cheek because of the awkwardness in my tone.

"Honestly, I want to have children," he whispered. "We've been married for two years already and sometimes whenever I see small kids, It makes me want to be a father. I don't care if it's a boy, girl, twins, or triplets it doesn't matter. If you don't want children then I guess we will have a lot of talking to do but whatever may happen, I will not leave you just because of that. Like I said we've been married for 2 years without any children then we could also be married forever with or without it. I can't explain how much I love you but I know that it will last more than I can imagine. I love you Bella Laurent, my only wife." My heart fluttered at his words.

"I love you too Warren Laurent, my beloved husband," I whispered.

Then, there in the unauthorized part of the Palace of Versailles we kissed surrounded by art and history.

In a month, we spent our days being with each other. We did everythimg that we could do to maximize our experience.

The night before we left we went up of the Eiffel Tower. It was cold up there and you can also see the whole structure of the Louvre. There Warren gave me a gold locket. The words Warren + Bella were carved at the front and inside was a picture of me and him smiling during our wedding.

Warren took the locket and clasped it around my neck. The locket is heavy but I don't want to remove it. Few tears escaped my eyes, I feel so emotional these past few days. Warren raised his thumb and wiped away my tears. He smiled when he saw them, then he cupped my face and kissed me passionately.

"I promise it will only be you from now and forever. I will trust you and I will take good care of you. I will always fight for you in whatever circumstances it might be. I promise I will love and cherish you forever." He promised while staring straight into my eyes.

"I'm so lucky to have you," I answered him.

"No my love, I am the luckiest guy in the world for marrying a sweet, understanding, and loving woman like you." He kissed the tip of my nose and I closed my eyes and smiled.

If I only knew that things will go bad after this I would've held him tighter than I ever did.