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Destined To Love Only You

Having met Anisha more than a decade ago, Dylan never had a chance to express his feelings to her; and due to hidden acts by a person close to him, Dylan lost the girl. He tries in vain to find her; until one day, under unfavourable conditions, they meet again. While they are both fighting for their lives, without knowing whether or not they will see the light of the next day, they also try to get to know each other well, as their hearts fall in love. Coming from totally different worlds, the two have to fight all the obstacles that come their way. When Dylan is forced from all angles to leave the woman of his dreams, he finds himself caught in a corner between pleasing the people that he loves dearly, and keeping the love of his heart. He almost loses her again more than once, but sometimes destiny has an answer to the battles of the heart.

Ethel_Manyeruke · Urbano

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199 Chs

ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-TWO

ANISHA'S POV

"Love is a strange thing. I'm trying to think of how quiet KJ is, and how loud Valentina is; yet they still click." Dylan laughed when I told him about it later.

I meant to respond when Liam came running to me. "Mamma I can't find my toy!" he was about to cry.

"You always misplace your toys, Liam. Come to daddy," Dylan picked up the boy.

"My toy, daddy!" Liam was beginning to cry.

"We will have to buy you a new toy. Mrs Silva, call Chris. He must go quickly and get the toy," Dylan said.

"I want to go too, daddy!" Liam said.

"Of course, my son. Chris will go with you."

Liam ran happily, jumping up and down.

"You spoil him too much, Dylan." I told him.

"He's my only son," he defended himself.

"But he'll never learn to be tough in life, if every time he cries you send people rushing to solve his problems for him."

"He will be fine," Dylan said.

"I am serious, Dylan. You and I need to revise our parenting methods. Liam should be taught to look for his toys when he can't find them, not to buy replacements."

"Don't take it too hard, my love," Dylan kissed me.

"No, my dear husband; we need to change. You need to change before our second child comes."

He widened his eyes and stared at me. "Are you trying to tell me something?" he asked in shock.

"Well, maybe I am. Maybe I am not." I smiled.

"Tell me, Anisha!" Dylan stood up and took my hands in his. "Say it!"

"Well, I missed my period. I have never missed my period before. You know that it always comes on time, so this must really mean something." I said. "I know I should have been on the pill, but with how hectic things have been at K JNR PRODUCTIONS, I must have forgotten to take it more than twice." I laughed.

"Oh I'm so glad you forgot! I have waited for this day for too long! My dear wife. Come to me, come to me my love. We're going to be parents again! Come, my wife, we need to take tests and see if it is the case."

My husband was truly happy. He had been talking about having a child for a while, and I was not really for the idea; at that moment. My priority at that moment was to prove myself at K JNR. Now that things had turned out in his favour; he could not have been happier.

The tests were all positive. A little one was growing inside of me. My husband failed to contain his joy.

"I can't believe that my own child; flesh of my flesh is growing inside of you. Our own child, Anisha."

"It's a great feeling," I agreed with him.

Dylan wanted me to go and get a scan, to confirm the home pregnancy test that we had taken. The two of us were more than happy. When I finally went for the ultrasound, I fell madly in love with the little one. It was overwhelming; to know that I was going give birth!

Back at home, my husband was dancing happily in our room. He called me to join him, and we had some fun dancing in the room. We took a shower, talking about nothing but our baby on the way. When we were cuddling and enjoying being together, he asked me,

"Do you wish to have a son or a daughter?"

"Well, since we already have Liam, I wouldn't mind a little girl. But that's just a preference; I will be perfectly happy with the child that God will bless us with." I told him. "What about you?"

"If I'm being honest, I would like a little boy. A mini version of me." He said.

"What names do you like? Any name suggestions yet?" I asked my handsome man.

"I would be happy to name my child Pete. That's if you don't mind." He told me.

"Pete. Nice name. Pete has been a true friend to us; it would be an honour," I agreed with him.

"But that can be his second name. You pick his first name."

"I haven't thought of boy names. For a girl, I love the name Danica. It means 'morning star.' This child that we're expecting is our morning star. We've been through a lot; and now we're welcoming a new dawn. That's why I love that name." I explained.

"It's a beautiful name. Danica. Is there a male version to it?" Dylan asked.

"I'm not too sure," I responded.

"When are we going to announce our good news to the family?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. During the second trimester, maybe?" I responded.

He flashed me a lovely smile before saying, "We will do it when you're ready. Anything that makes you happy and comfortable, my love."

As he said the last two words; he was planting numerous kisses on my face, neck and going down my entire body. My dear husband could not keep his hands off me. I thought we were going to relax and chat, but he had other ideas. Good ideas, if I may add.

"We need to celebrate the good news of our baby on the way," he said while kissing me and at the same time undoing the bows on my nightdress.

"We sure do," I laughed, seeing that the man was not to be dissuaded in any way.

"We're going to have a baby, my love. We're becoming parents for the second time."

"We are," I smiled again. I was already on the bed, with my man all over me. I was all over him too, if I am to be fair on him.

"I need to introduce myself to the child. Dear baby, I am Dylan de Milo; and I am your father," he said. "And now…" he continued, "I am going to introduce myself properly."

"What do you mean?" I laughed.

"You know exactly what I mean!" he said and continued showering me with love.

***.

I woke up from a deep sleep and just as I had wished, he was still by my side. I loved it more when he stayed a bit longer with me in bed; it always felt good.

"Good morning," he whispered.

"Mmm," I mumbled, for I was still sleepy. I pushed myself further into his arms, and he greedily took me in.

"I have a song for you. Can I play it now?" he asked me.

"Please do," I said, the sleep suddenly running away from me.

He gave the command, and my song started playing. Sounding very soft and beautiful, the song played beautifully, melting every fiber of my being. I wanted to hear it every day; for each word spoke directly to me:

Babe, last night was hands down

One of the best nights

That I've had, no doubt

Between the bottle of wine

And the look in your eyes and the Marvin Gaye

Then we danced in the dark under September stars in the pouring rain

And I know that I can't ever tell you enough

That all I need in this life is your crazy love

If I never get to see the Northern Lights

Or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night

Oh, if all I got is your hand in my hand

Babe, I could die a happy man

Babe that red dress brings me to my knees

Oh, but that black dress makes it hard to breathe

You're a saint, you're a goddess, the cutest, the hottest, a masterpiece

It's too good to be true. Nothing better than you

In my wildest dreams