Too Many Interruptions 3

Shortly after the dance ended, the couple returned to their table where their orders were served in a large boat. Rolling up his sleeves, Bryan slid the gloves back on and took the utensils. "Ready?"

"En! Let's eat!" Celinda unfolded the napkin on her plate and placed it on her lap.

Throughout the meal, they were feeding each other seafood and tried a variety of shellfish. The dinner was peaceful and delicious. In the end, Bryan didn't find another opportunity to do what he wanted to do. Although he wasn't entirely satisfied with the failed plan, the smile on Celinda's face was more than enough for him.

After their meal, Bryan took Celinda to the boardwalk where he wanted to continue what he planned to tell her there. Unfortunately, in the middle of walking on the wooden path, a rainstorm interrupted and forced them to run back to the suite. Since it was already 11 P.M. when the heavy rain fell, the couple didn't feel as bad considering they've eaten a great meal.

Once they entered the suite, they stripped off the wet clothing and sent it for dry-cleaning service. Luckily, there were two restrooms in the suite. Bryan urged Celinda to take a shower while he waited for the staff to take the wet clothing. As soon as their clothes were picked up by the staff, Bryan went into the vacant bathroom to wash up.

Since his hair was shorter and less troublesome to wash, he took less than fifteen minutes to finish showering. Taking a clean robe from the rack, he tied a loose knot around his waist and looked for clean clothes to put on. Subconsciously, he remembered that he had something he forgot to do. He kept wandering around the room in circles, but he couldn't remember what it was. Before he knew it, Celinda was finished with her shower and walked out in a rose pink robe.

The knot was tied loosely around her waist just like his. Her disheveled damp hair spread out on the back of her robe. In one hand, she held a blow dryer. In the other hand, she held a shorter towel for her hair. Smiling, he took the towel out of her hand and started wiping her hair for her.

She closed her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of being pampered by someone. Unknowingly, her arms circled around the soft fabric covering his body. Following his lead, he guided her back into the restroom where the outlet was located. Before she knew it, she ended up sitting on the sink counter where he plugged in the blow dryer and started holding sections of her hair to dry.

She imagined how great the future would be if he helped her dry her hair and the other way around. The smile on her face looked blissful, yet a hint of sorrow could be seen in her eyes.

Seeing how concentrated she was staring at him while he dried her hair, he laughed lowly to himself. "Silly, what are you overthinking about now?"

She lifted her head when she heard his laughter. "Thinking about our future." Her hands reached his cheeks and caressed both cheeks gently.

"Our future?" He turned the blow dryer off and unplugged it from the wall. Trapping her between his arms, he leaned forward and whispered. "Should my future wife let me know what she's thinking about or seeing in our future together?"

"That is... I was thinking about how great it'll be to have you dry my hair for me in the future." She looked at him, savoring every opportunity she has to take a good look at him.

"Mhmm... continue... I can do that every time you wash your hair. What else do you see?" He played with the tips of her hair while waiting for her to continue.

The volume of her voice lowered and the sweetness turned sour gradually as she described the things she imagined them having.

"I always thought that we'd have our own place where we could get a huge fluffy dog. We could have a cat too. When I wake up in the morning, the first person I'll see would be you. We would spend our time together whether it's washing up, making food, getting ready to go out, changing bed sheets, or fighting over who washes the dishes...We could do so much together...You'll also be the last face I see before I head to sleep and I'll fall asleep in your arms..."

As she described more detailedly about the life she pictured in her mind, her eyes became misty. Her voice rasped, which caught his attention immediately. "Sweetheart, why are you crying? If just thinking about our future could make you teary, think about how you'll react when it does come true."

He held her face in his palms and swept his thumb across her clear skin. Looking affectionately into her eyes, he smiled at her. When she read the expression on his face, she felt as if he has conquered the stars in the universe - he looked very happy.

She held onto his hands and sighed. She pressed her lips together twice before confessing the truth that she's been hiding from him. "But Bryan. Will everything I just said really come true? Will we still be together after you hear what I have to say to you?"

"What do you mean, silly?" He brushed her hair backward, layering it on her back.

"Bryan, we've talked about what our ideal family would be like. You wanted to have a wife and children. You want a family of your own, but I...I've been hiding something from you all along."

She looked into his eyes as she continued speaking. "Before my previous marriage, I went to do a full body examination. Everything came out fine except for the fact that I am infertile. My womb can never hold any babies even if it is with the man I love the most... Even so, I continued listening to your desires to have your own family."

"But I can't give you a complete family. I can't be selfish anymore, so before I get any further in this relationship... and fall even deeper in love than I already am with you, I need to be truthful. I can't give birth to any children no matter how much I want to become a mother. So if you want your ideally pictured family, then your wife should and will never be me..."

Her body trembled slightly as tears began falling down her cheeks. He didn't respond to her words. The only thing she received from him was a tight warm hug with his palm stroking her back in a soothing manner. Though he kept silent, she knew he was comforting her using his own methods.