" Stop laughing. " " I can't. " I reply looking towards Xander as I hold my stomach tightly because it's aching from laughing so hard, that I want to stop really want to stop but I again start laughing. " what is surprising is that you are not laughing. " " If you are telling me that I am not amused then you are wrong, I am amused but not as much as you. " I believe him because his lip twitching is enough to tell that he found it funny but being the Xander that he, I know is not going to let loose. He does but rarely and mostly when he is in only my presence. I don't know why men like him, are not comfortable expressing themselves. Their reactions are so measured as if they overexpressed then something blizzard will happen. As much as I love the fact there are things that he has reserved for me only and feel very special about, I want Xander to open up. I want him to express himself apart from his intensity. Do men like him think that if they expressed themselves, then

Iris's POV. We b9th laid on the mat, and for a while kept quiet. The night is perfect, not too warm nor too cold, it's perfect and comfortable. Though I am not very comfortable in the dress I am wearing still I am managing. Because of this, everything that Xander has planned is so special. I want to bask at this moment. And there is so much I want to talk about, but then I fear that even a pin dropping will disrupt this comforting silence. It's not new for me to find comfort in our silence. Xander and I always have talked more with eyes rather than words. And I like that because it feels like this is one of our special things. Something that we enjoy without letting anyone else not what we exactly are feeling. " I never pegged you on for romantic dates. " I finally break the silence, as I rest my head more comfortably on his stretches, while his fingers run through my brown locks. " I never think myself too."" Really?" I asked not very sure. The things he has d

We need to talk. We have a lot to talk about. There is something I want to tell you. Sentences like this always leave a bad taste in my mouth and I don't know why. They just do. I don't want anyone telling me these things. Because wherever someone tells me something like this always get this feeling as of something bad is about to happen or the person is about to say something that's for sure is not going to be any good news. Hence when I look at Nathan after he said the words, I can feel my heart racing, my hands joined, resting on the table, swallowing I look at his relaxed face and try to read the expression on it. But his face shows nothing, he is related and to a surprise, he still sporting the smile that he had been when he was making breakfast for us. " What do you want to talk about?" nervously I ask him. Though a part of me wanted to skip this question if anything I have learned being a mother and a woman on her own is that you cannot always run from things

I shook the scene out of my mind. I don't want to walk down the aisle wet. Not until our reception is over. After the first time, I wanted a small wedding, with friends and family only. And there was no debate on it because Xander and I were on the same page and so were put families. Hence there were not many people, only those who mattered. If you start noting down lessons of life, you will realize one of them is, that your circle of friends needs not to be big, it can be small, but all that matters is people who form the circle, should be loyal and real to you. That's all friendship defines and I am glad about everything bad happening, I have made a pact with the best people in my life. Jacob was a surprise, but he is like most protective yet the most understanding brother that I could have wished wish for. From worst to best, he was by my side or behind, always having my back. No matter what situation I am in, one thing I knew was, he is just a call away

Iris's PoV Dad and I were still talking when we heard a knock at the door, we both simultaneously turned towards it to see mom at the door, she is looking beautiful as ever in her lavender dress. As she is also my bridesmaid. Dad and she exchanged an understanding nid and smiled at each other. I missed this smile a lot. It's not the same as they use to give each other every morning but it is something. This tells me, that they did talk and things are working out. "Don't run the horses in your head baby. " mom gives me a knowing. Of course, she always knows what I am thinking. "We are trying," she whispered coming to stand in front of me and besides me. From the moment she entered the room dad has his eyes fixed on her, not for once did he tell his eyes off her. And why won't he, mom is looking beautiful, let me tell you unlike me mom is a health freak, she enjoys her junk food but never forget to exercise, and she loves doing yoga. It's her regular, because of