My life's meaning |✔️

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Lauren Monique

"Esto es tan molesto" "This is quite frustrating," I mutter, trying to decipher the content in front of me. I have to tackle two lengthy stories about Florence Cathedral in Italian.

It's not that I lack comprehension of the language; it's just puzzling why it's taking me so long to finish this assignment.

"Do you speak Spanish?" Eli inquires, seated on the couch next to me, peering down as I remain on the floor.

"Yes?" I confirm, puzzled by his sudden question.

Then it dawns on me. He asked because of my spontaneous outburst, which happened to be in Spanish. You see, at times when I'm irritated or upset, I tend to vent in various languages. It's a habit beyond my control.

"Is Spanish and Italian the only languages you know other than English?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Um, no actually," I shook my head. "I know about fifteen different languages as of right now."

"Why do you know so many?" he questioned, intrigued.

"It's for one of the jobs that I want. I need to know different languages so when I travel to different countries, I can communicate with the people that live there in the area."

"And what job might that be?"

"I can't tell you that, it's global though."

He searched my face for something, then nodded. Eli opened his mouth to speak but closed it, thinking of what to say.

"You said one of the jobs, right? What other job do you want?" he spoke after a long period of silence consumed us.
"Well, I want to become a professional photographer and get my degree in culinary so I can work in one of those famous restaurants or even start one of my own. They're basically my fallback jobs if my dream job fails. But I don't really see that job going right for me since I'm so clumsy and about to become a mother," I sighed sadly at the last statement.

"Hey, I'm sure you're going to be a kickass mother and be successful at whatever job you go with!" Alexander says, taking his shoes off and laying his head on my lap. Eli nods in agreement.

"I'm not even a decent individual and you think I'm going to be a kickass mother? Yeah right!"

"Sure," I nod, going back to my reading. Alexander rubbed my belly, singing a nursery rhyme in Italian while I tried my best to focus on this stupid story.

Eli noticed my frustration. Leaning forward, he took my MacBook, read it, then grabbed the worksheets that rested under Alexander's head.

After answering all the questions, he handed everything back and winked at me.

"Thanks, but how am I going to learn if you're just going to do the work for me?" I blurted out. t

"You could have just asked Alessandro or me for help since we both are from Italy. It would save you some time," he says softly, leaning forward and eyeing me in the process.

"Where's your accent? I hear Alessandro's all the time, but yours? I don't hear it at all."

"Hmm. Maybe you just don't listen hard enough," he smirks, letting his accent flow throughout his sentence.

Between my legs, I started feeling a bit moist. Lord, what is Eli doing to me and why do I feel the need to jump on him and ride him until the sun rises tomorrow morning?

"I, umm, I, um, yeah," I nod, shifting my body from underneath Alessandro's head and replacing myself with a pillow from the couch.

I attempted to stand up but failed. Eli watched me with amusement dancing in his eyes.