Three weeks have passed since our meeting at the club and I am very happy to say I am a proud owner of a boyfriend! A manly, sexy, wealthy and very delectable one I might add.

Landon and I see each other every day and night and I spend more time on the phone than on the loo.  Sorry, my mistake.  I spend more time in the scratcher with him than on the phone.  We can’t get enough of each other.

We’re laying in bed in the aftermath of our lovemaking. I’m lying on Landon’s chest and he’s stroking my tangled hair.

“Babes” he murmurs.

“Hmm” I reply sleepily.

The turns my face towards his and looks me in the eyes.  “Of all the bees, puppies, cars, hotdogs, soda’s, micro-organisms, water in the sea, music, flowers, emotions, family,  staplers, TV’s, coffee and chocolates…I love you the most.” He said.

I was stunned.  He’s never said he loved me before and neither have I.  It was all about spending time together and thinking about him.  Of course I’ve thought about it but I didn’t want to bring it up.  I thought it was way too soon.  We’ve only known each other for more than a month.

I sat up suddenly feeling light headed. I didn’t know what to say. What to feel.  I looked in his beautiful dark brown eyes and then I knew.

“I love you too” was all I said with tears in my eyes.  I bent down to kiss him and we made love.  More passionately than ever before.  I’ve never felt so happy and fulfilled in my whole life.

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I was busy making breakfast for Landon and while listening to music in my tiny kitchen.  It’s been four weeks exactly since he told me he loved me. Four weeks of utter bliss and contentment. I was happy.  He was happy.  The world was good.

While busy buttering the toast, a wave of nausea hit me like a speeding bus.  I put down the knife and steadied myself on the counter.  It didn’t go away.  My eyes started to tear and beads of perspiration formed on my forehead. I hope I wasn’t getting sick.  I tried to swallow but the sick started coming and I ran to the bathroom.  My whole body convulsed while I was sick.  I tried to call Landon but every time I opened my mouth, I puked.  Landon must have heard me because he came running into the bathroom.

“Laken, are you okay?”

I couldn’t speak so I shook my head.  Landon took my hair and let me puke again.  When there was nothing left, he picked me up and put me in bed.  He called the office and told them I wasn’t coming in today.  He tried to feed me but the thought of food made me sick again.  He went to work and I stayed in bed the whole day drifting in and out of sleep.  I got up once or twice to puke.  When he got home he put me in the bath and started washing me.

“Babes, you have to go to a doctor.  You can’t stay like this.”

“No, I’m fine now. It’s probably a stomach bug or something.  I’ll be fine tomorrow.” I said, my head spinning.  I hated it to be sick.  I didn’t like being out of control and in bed the whole day.  I had to think myself better.

Landon didn’t look convinced but left me alone.  He helped me in bed again and climbed in next to me.  He kept on stroking my hair.  Between the nausea and head spinning, it was quite enjoyable.  We fell asleep like that and slept all the way through the night.