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The Maldives, Sebastian
Mia was a vision of beauty, and with each passing day, my love for her deepened. I marveled at her as she stood before me, her eyes filled with wonder and gratitude, much like the stars that sparkled in the night sky. Her radiance was captivating, and it had the power to take my breath away.
She reminded me of fall, a season filled with warmth and vibrant colors. The hues of autumn painted the landscape, and Mia embodied that same sense of transition and beauty. Her presence was like a comforting autumn breeze, carrying the promise of change and renewal.
I couldn’t help but think of a pumpkin spice latte when I looked at her. Just like the popular fall beverage, she was a delightful blend of warmth, sweetness, and a touch of spice. She added flavor to my life in ways I had never anticipated, and her love was a treat that I cherished.
As Mia’s eyes lit up upon receiving the bouquet of roses, I was overcome with happiness. The radiant smile that graced her lips was a testament to the joy she found in the simple pleasures of life, and it was something I cherished seeing every day.
Her pregnancy was a testament to our love, a symbol of our growing family, and it filled me with a profound sense of pride and love. Mia’s baby bump was already beginning to show, a small yet significant presence that held the promise of new life.
She glowed like a full moon, her face adorned with a luminous light that mirrored the magic of the night sky. It was as if the universe itself had decided to bless us with its radiance.
Hand in hand, we made our way downstairs to the hotel’s restaurant. I had taken the liberty of making reservations earlier, ensuring that our evening would be as seamless and enjoyable as possible.
Upon our arrival, the staff greeted us with warmth and guided us to our table. Our seats were by a window that overlooked the shimmering water, the moonlight casting a gentle glow upon the ripples of the ocean. It was a breathtaking view, a perfect backdrop for a romantic evening.
We settled into our seats, and the ambiance of the restaurant was serene, the soft lighting creating an intimate atmosphere. A gentle breeze carried the scent of the sea, and the distant sound of the waves provided a soothing backdrop to our dinner.
As we perused the menu, I couldn’t help but admire Mia. She had a grace and elegance about her that was utterly captivating. Her presence added a touch of magic to the already enchanting setting.
I reached for her hand, our fingers entwining, and I met her gaze with affection. “This place is perfect, just like you,” I said, my voice filled with love and admiration.
Mia’s cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink, and she squeezed my hand in response. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of happiness and contentment, and it was a sight that made my heart swell.
The menu was an array of tantalizing dishes, a fusion of international flavors that promised to be a culinary journey. We deliberated on our choices, sharing recommendations and discussing the dishes that had caught our attention.
“Thank you for bringing me to this perfect honeymoon,” Mia said, her eyes shining with appreciation and affection.
I smiled, unable to resist the warmth that her words brought to my heart. “Everything for you, my beautiful wife,” I replied, a gentle caress in my voice. Leaning forward, I took her hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it.
Her smile was a reflection of her happiness, and it was a sight I never tired of seeing. As our fingers interlaced, I felt a connection that was deeper than words, a bond that had grown stronger with each passing day.
Our dinner conversation turned to the topic of baby names, a subject that had been on our minds as we anticipated the arrival of our child. Mia had a playful glint in her eye as she ventured into the realm of possibilities.
“So,” I said, leaning back in my chair, “have we thought about baby names already?”
Mia’s eyes sparkled with intrigue as she began to share her ideas. “I have a few in mind,” she said.
My curiosity was piqued, and I raised an eyebrow, eager to hear her suggestions. “Really?” I prompted. “Tell me more.”
She contemplated her choices with a playful smile. “Mmh, I thought of Wolf.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at her unique suggestion. Naming our child after an animal certainly wasn’t a common choice. “Really? An animal?” I teased. “You can do better than that.”
Mia laughed, her eyes dancing with amusement. “How about Dimitri?”
The name had a certain charm to it, and I considered it thoughtfully. “Dimitri,” I repeated. “That’s not bad.”
But I couldn’t resist adding my own suggestion to the mix. “Meh, how about Kaden?” I said.
“Meh,” Mia replied, playfully dismissing my suggestion for a baby name. Our playful banter continued, each of us offering up names and teasing the other’s choices.
Just then, our food arrived, and the scent of the dishes wafted tantalizingly through the air. The server set our plates before us, and the rich aroma of the food had our mouths watering.
“Bon appetit,” the server said, and we immediately dug in. Hunger had crept up on us despite the small meal we’d had on the plane, and the flavors of the dishes were even more delightful than we had anticipated.
As we savored our dinner, Mia’s delight was evident in her every expression and sigh of contentment. Her joy was infectious, and I couldn’t help but smile as I watched her relish every bite.
“This is so good,” she exclaimed, and I nodded in agreement. The food was indeed delicious, but it was the sight of Mia enjoying it that made my heart swell with happiness.
As we continued our meal, the restaurant’s serene ambiance and the beauty of the Maldives outside the window added to the magic of the evening. The moonlight cast a soft glow on the water, and the sound of the waves in the distance was a soothing lullaby.
The phrase “happy wife, happy life” came to mind, and it held a special significance for me. Ensuring that Mia was content, happy, and cherished was a priority that brought me immense joy.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.