Yanex
Amelia and I were sitting at the breakfast nook, trying to make her eat, but she was as stubborn as a mule. She doesn’t want to eat, and I know it’s because of her nerves. Today we were visiting our friends over at the warehouse.
“Amelia, if you don’t eat, you are staying here.” I tried to bribe her. I may be sounding more like a father than her man, but I am only doing it for her well-being.
“I can’t eat. What if I puke all over the floor the second we enter the warehouse?” She replied as she played with the breakfast one of the cooks made her with her fork.
“Then we continue walking as if we didn’t see it.” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. “You are going to be fine.” I assured her. She sighed and then grabbed a piece of watermelon and took a bite.
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One hour later, we
