The Best Friend's Contract

Kenna

Maybe, just maybe, I was too happy to begin with. The love that Aidan has been giving me is worth more than put into words and because of that, I truly believe in our own happy ending. Even though there isn't a happy ending in reality but only in fantasy yet I choose to believe and look forward to the kind of ending where Aidan and I get to share a kiss underneath the moonlight or even more like The Notebook where we get to kiss under the rain.

It has crossed my mind for me to make a new list. Something not on my own but with Aidan that we can fulfil it together, more like a list to complete the journey of our life and our marriage. After everything we've been through, I think it's fair to say that my life isn't everything without the appearance and presence of my twenty-two years best friend.

Like I said... being truly and fully happy has made me forget about the whole reality of the world, of what's happening in the East or even in the West which makes no sense. Aidan make me forget those things, no matter how important they tend to be, no matter how much value they mean to everyone else because he makes me focus onto my own path while being aware of my surroundings and somewhat the people around me.

We've been married for two years and a half now and our friendship is only growing stronger with every passing year which makes me believe into what I call 'fairy tale'. Not only does my friendship with Aidan keeps on growing stronger but also my friendship with Dimitri. There's nothing else that matters to me other than Aidan, my family which includes his and of course, Dimitri and yes... my career.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

So, I guess there's only a few left of us in this.

"Wake up, we're going to be late!" I exclaim before running around the room as I try to look for my phone that has somehow went missing as Aidan continues to snuggle with the sheets still wrapped around his body.

My eyes widen at the sight of him, wanting to rip his boxer off and just push him into the shower so he can finally get ready but I hold myself back by pulling the sheets away from his body. "Aidan Gabriel Ashton, you're going to be late for your sister's wedding if you don't wake up in this instant!" I say, clenching my fists.

Both of his droopy brown eyes open as they look at me, "What is wrong with you?"

"What is wrong with me? What is wrong with me?!" I mentally smack my own head, "You have less than an hour to get ready. You're your sister's groomsman or flower boy, whatever you want to call it and she would be upset if you show up late."

Aidan starts to lean on his back, only to realise that he has been sleeping on a red rose for the past few hours which causes him to grab it before eyeing it for a few short seconds as he continues to watch me running around the room for my phone. "Aidan, can you please get up and take a shower. You're stressing me out," I breathe.

Within seconds, I find him slowly

getting off the bed as he starts to make his way towards me, both of his hands placed on my hips before he leans in to kiss me on the lips. The softness of his lips has never failed to intrigued me into

something more and by

has

been magic, "What's wrong? You're

tense," He replies as he kisses down

my neck.

"I can't find my phone," I mutter.

"You mean this?" He reaches down to the comforter to find my phone being hidden. Both of my eyes widen at the sight of my phone-not exactly expecting to find it on the bed and hidden underneath the comforter.

My body relaxes at the touch of his hands running down my arms and with his lips slowly giving me kisses down and my neck and near my collarbone, "It's not good for the baby if you're stressing out. Relax, love breathe," He whispers near my ear as one of his hand travels down to my small baby bump, not even big enough to be seen with clothes on.

"I'm breathing... I'm breathing and I will not be stressing out if you're already taking a shower right now," I reply with my eyes piercing into his which causes him to smile down at me. "You're smiling, why are you smiling? You shouldn't be smiling, you should be in the shower and getting ready." I add. He caresses the side of my face, "Relax."

"I'm relaxed," I fake a wide smile, causing him to laugh.

"Okay... I'm getting in the bathroom to take a shower. Just give me about forty-five minutes and I'll be standing in front of you in my suit and tie with my hair perfectly managed and my face handsomely made." He replies before leaning in to kiss my lips, leaving me to smile at the way he has been lately due to my pregnancy.

Not only has he been passionate or

caring when I started getting

pregnant but ever since he woke up from his coma... he has been different, good different. He

fonet

remembers everything that we' done in the past when we were kids, teenagers and even up till now-he would sometimes remind me of what I've forgotten and it has made our relationship stronger. It's just that when we found out that I was pregnant, he has becoming more and more passionate.

Yet, the memory of me telling him is still fresh, a week ago:

"Are you busy?" I lean near his doorstep to find him glancing up at my direction, his hands moving away from his laptop before shaking his head. "Are you ... really, really not busy because I want to talk," I add, causing him to freeze for a few short seconds.