(Arata)
We spent a blissful weekend on the Isle of Dreams. Connecting with nature, with each other, sunbathing, swimming naked, and just lying around.
It was the most remarkable time of my life, and I couldn't be happier, but it was time to return home.
Wistfully, I stared at our villa before departing.
"You are sad," Karsten stated, bringing our conjoined hands closer to his lips and placing a kiss at the back of my hand.
"I don't want to leave," I confided in him, placing my head on his thick shoulder.
"We will return after you have given birth. You have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. We can't miss it."
He was right, we needed to get back to our lives. We had to set up our new home, as well as the nursery for the baby.
The elders of Sparia had gifted us a villa. It was going to be our new home.
Karsten's private jet took us back to Sparia. My head felt dizzy again and by the time we landed, I was throwing up.
