My eyes snap open as I escape from my dream. Another in yet the series of dreams I have been enduring. This one was worst of all. Everything was sliping through my fingers as I faded away, my life crumbling. Everything I loved was being taken away. I stop my self as I beging to hyper ventalate. Jake turns towards me as I gasp for air I had let pass.
"What's wrong?" He brushes his fingertips against my cheek. They burn my skin leaving me with a flushed look.
A sigh escapes my lips. "Nothing just another nightmare." I crush my small body into his warm chest.
"You wanna talk about it?" He asks as he strokes my forehead. His arms wrap, upangaji pamoja around me warming my whole body.
I open my mouth but no words escape. I slowly take in a breath hoping this will encourage me to try. "I dreamed that wewe were hurt and I was pregnant and we were attacked. I Lost the baby and Lost my vampire genes. I was so helpless." I bury my head into his chest and let my tears fall. Crying my tears, I loose my self in my emotion. "I can't understand it. Is something wrong with me?" I sob never stoping to take a breath. My lips tremble as I begin to stop.
"There's nothing wrong with you. We'll talk to Carlisle. It'll be okay." He says as he pulls me in tighter.
"But wewe don't know that. What if there is something wrong with me? We both know that I haven't needed to hunt in forever, and now it's in my dreams."
"Nessie, calm down your gonna hurt your self." My sobs stop and I pull my self away from his tight grasp. I lean back and look into his dark eyes.
"But how can wewe be so sure?" I ask as I wrap, upangaji pamoja a blanket around me.
"Your my wife. It's my job to reasure you." He kisses my forehead tenderly, and pulls me back into his arms.
"I upendo hearing wewe say that."
"Say what?"
"When wewe say My wife." I sigh as I rest my head on his shoulder. My eyes drift downward as I let my self sleep in his tender arms.
~
I wake up to the smell of bacon comming from the kitchen. I quickly jump out of kitanda and slip on a night gown. My body follows the smell. When I look into the jikoni I see flour all over the place, and egg stains on his clothes and the floor. Peices of bacon sizzle on the pan that now rests on the stove.
"What are wewe doing?" I ask him as I step in the room. His body jerks around and his expression is histericle. A laugh escapes from my lips as I notice the maua, ua covering his face.
"What?" He asks. His expression grim. The moto alarm goes off as the bacon burns in the pan. "I was trying to make breakfast for you." He stutters while he turns off the burner.
"Well wewe did a wonderful job trying." I say as I kiss his maua, ua covered cheek. The maua, ua gets in my mouth, and hair. "Your a mess Jake." I laugh. "Why don't wewe go change and let me finish breakfast, ok?" I say while he unties the pink apron around his waist. I cover my mouth with my hand tring not to burst out in laughter. He hands me the flour covered apron and heads into our kitanda room to change.
I walk to the counter and marvle at what a mess he has made. The egg carton is filled with old egg shells. The flour sack leaking flour, probably from his tight grasp. A single egg yoke rests in the pan along with many bits and peices of shell here and there. "Well he mannaged to get an egg into the pan." I say to my self. I guess the first thing to do it start to clean up what can be cleaned quickly. The rest may take a few hours of fixing.
His footsteps echo from the hallway leading into the bedroom. His head pops into the door frame. "Don't clean that up."
"Well who else is going to clean it?" I retort.
"Me."
"You?"
"Yes." His statements are clear. He really want's to do this. Ha, please. But I guess he will learn something from this. It is the wife's job to cook for the husband, not the husband for the wife.
"Ok well I get to supervise."
"Fine." He gives in and walks into the kitchen. "How did wewe clean that much so fast?" He asks astonished.
"A woman's work is always a woman's secret." I say as I lean up to kiss him. He picks me up and spins me around the room. My foot hits the sack of flour sending it faling to the ground. Every bit of it spills out of the bag.
"Wow I just can't do anything right today can I?" He smiles a crooked smile at me as he sets me down.
"How about I go change and wewe and I go get some real breakfast. Then we can come back and clean together."
"Fair enough." he says kissing me one last time before I leave the room.
"What's wrong?" He brushes his fingertips against my cheek. They burn my skin leaving me with a flushed look.
A sigh escapes my lips. "Nothing just another nightmare." I crush my small body into his warm chest.
"You wanna talk about it?" He asks as he strokes my forehead. His arms wrap, upangaji pamoja around me warming my whole body.
I open my mouth but no words escape. I slowly take in a breath hoping this will encourage me to try. "I dreamed that wewe were hurt and I was pregnant and we were attacked. I Lost the baby and Lost my vampire genes. I was so helpless." I bury my head into his chest and let my tears fall. Crying my tears, I loose my self in my emotion. "I can't understand it. Is something wrong with me?" I sob never stoping to take a breath. My lips tremble as I begin to stop.
"There's nothing wrong with you. We'll talk to Carlisle. It'll be okay." He says as he pulls me in tighter.
"But wewe don't know that. What if there is something wrong with me? We both know that I haven't needed to hunt in forever, and now it's in my dreams."
"Nessie, calm down your gonna hurt your self." My sobs stop and I pull my self away from his tight grasp. I lean back and look into his dark eyes.
"But how can wewe be so sure?" I ask as I wrap, upangaji pamoja a blanket around me.
"Your my wife. It's my job to reasure you." He kisses my forehead tenderly, and pulls me back into his arms.
"I upendo hearing wewe say that."
"Say what?"
"When wewe say My wife." I sigh as I rest my head on his shoulder. My eyes drift downward as I let my self sleep in his tender arms.
~
I wake up to the smell of bacon comming from the kitchen. I quickly jump out of kitanda and slip on a night gown. My body follows the smell. When I look into the jikoni I see flour all over the place, and egg stains on his clothes and the floor. Peices of bacon sizzle on the pan that now rests on the stove.
"What are wewe doing?" I ask him as I step in the room. His body jerks around and his expression is histericle. A laugh escapes from my lips as I notice the maua, ua covering his face.
"What?" He asks. His expression grim. The moto alarm goes off as the bacon burns in the pan. "I was trying to make breakfast for you." He stutters while he turns off the burner.
"Well wewe did a wonderful job trying." I say as I kiss his maua, ua covered cheek. The maua, ua gets in my mouth, and hair. "Your a mess Jake." I laugh. "Why don't wewe go change and let me finish breakfast, ok?" I say while he unties the pink apron around his waist. I cover my mouth with my hand tring not to burst out in laughter. He hands me the flour covered apron and heads into our kitanda room to change.
I walk to the counter and marvle at what a mess he has made. The egg carton is filled with old egg shells. The flour sack leaking flour, probably from his tight grasp. A single egg yoke rests in the pan along with many bits and peices of shell here and there. "Well he mannaged to get an egg into the pan." I say to my self. I guess the first thing to do it start to clean up what can be cleaned quickly. The rest may take a few hours of fixing.
His footsteps echo from the hallway leading into the bedroom. His head pops into the door frame. "Don't clean that up."
"Well who else is going to clean it?" I retort.
"Me."
"You?"
"Yes." His statements are clear. He really want's to do this. Ha, please. But I guess he will learn something from this. It is the wife's job to cook for the husband, not the husband for the wife.
"Ok well I get to supervise."
"Fine." He gives in and walks into the kitchen. "How did wewe clean that much so fast?" He asks astonished.
"A woman's work is always a woman's secret." I say as I lean up to kiss him. He picks me up and spins me around the room. My foot hits the sack of flour sending it faling to the ground. Every bit of it spills out of the bag.
"Wow I just can't do anything right today can I?" He smiles a crooked smile at me as he sets me down.
"How about I go change and wewe and I go get some real breakfast. Then we can come back and clean together."
"Fair enough." he says kissing me one last time before I leave the room.
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Dreamed last night about a time and place
Where from our troubles we had escaped
I held your hand and I felt complete
As wewe turned and alisema to me
From now on
From now on we'll be
wewe and me
We will be
From now on
From now on we'll be
wewe and me
wewe and me, we will be
Years went kwa and nothing changed
The upendo we shared just stayed the same
As hair grew grey on juu of our heads
Every night I quietly said
From now on
From now on we'll be
wewe and me
We will be
From now on
From now on we'll be
wewe and me
wewe and me, we will be
Only a dream
Only a dream
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
wewe and me, we will be
Where from our troubles we had escaped
I held your hand and I felt complete
As wewe turned and alisema to me
From now on
From now on we'll be
wewe and me
We will be
From now on
From now on we'll be
wewe and me
wewe and me, we will be
Years went kwa and nothing changed
The upendo we shared just stayed the same
As hair grew grey on juu of our heads
Every night I quietly said
From now on
From now on we'll be
wewe and me
We will be
From now on
From now on we'll be
wewe and me
wewe and me, we will be
Only a dream
Only a dream
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
wewe and me, we will be
Your lips are nettles
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter’s liquid
But your body’s pine
wewe upendo all sailors
But hate the beach
wewe say come touch me
But you’re always out of reach
In the dark wewe tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back’s a meadow
Covered in snow
Your thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
wewe breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark wewe tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
wewe change the station
Turned up the heat
And now you’re sitting
Upon your chair
You’ve got me Tangled up
Inside your beautiful black hair
In the dark wewe tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
In the dark wewe tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter’s liquid
But your body’s pine
wewe upendo all sailors
But hate the beach
wewe say come touch me
But you’re always out of reach
In the dark wewe tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back’s a meadow
Covered in snow
Your thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
wewe breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark wewe tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
wewe change the station
Turned up the heat
And now you’re sitting
Upon your chair
You’ve got me Tangled up
Inside your beautiful black hair
In the dark wewe tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
In the dark wewe tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
Should never think
What’s in your heart
What’s in our home
And so I won’t
And you’ll learn to hate me
Still call me baby
Oh, love
So call me kwa my name
And save your soul
Save your soul
Before you’re too far gone
Before nothing can be done
Try to decide when
She’ll lie in the end
Ain’t got no fight in me
In this whole damn world
Tell wewe to hold off
Choose to hold on
It’s one thing that I’ve known
Once I put my kanzu, koti on
Coming out in this all wrong, ooh
She’s standing outside holding me
Saying oh please
I’m in love
I’m in love
Girl save your soul, ooh
Save your soul
Before you’re too far gone
And before nothing can be done
‘Cause without me
wewe got it all
So hold on
Without me wewe got it all
Hold on
Without me wewe got it all
Without me wewe got it all
So hold on
Without me wewe got it all
So hold on
Without me wewe got it all
So hold on
What’s in your heart
What’s in our home
And so I won’t
And you’ll learn to hate me
Still call me baby
Oh, love
So call me kwa my name
And save your soul
Save your soul
Before you’re too far gone
Before nothing can be done
Try to decide when
She’ll lie in the end
Ain’t got no fight in me
In this whole damn world
Tell wewe to hold off
Choose to hold on
It’s one thing that I’ve known
Once I put my kanzu, koti on
Coming out in this all wrong, ooh
She’s standing outside holding me
Saying oh please
I’m in love
I’m in love
Girl save your soul, ooh
Save your soul
Before you’re too far gone
And before nothing can be done
‘Cause without me
wewe got it all
So hold on
Without me wewe got it all
Hold on
Without me wewe got it all
Without me wewe got it all
So hold on
Without me wewe got it all
So hold on
Without me wewe got it all
So hold on
He stated, “Has it really been five months and a siku since my last dispatch? In my defense, they’ve been five months spent immersed in the world of TWILIGHT,something I’m sure wewe can all appreciate. We’re in the thick of pre-production now, juggling everything from casting to storyboarding to location scouting, getting it all ready to go, but I do want to take a moment to announce to wewe exclusively a few of the amazing production team members who are hard at work alongside me, bringing these sinema to life. I hope you’ll be as excited about them as I am:
Nessie.
