CHAPTER 60
DIMITRI
Even if we had a few hours of sleep, I felt alive after the wonderful night we had. Azalea was wonderful; being with her was organic zestful--something coming from within, no one word could describe and give meaning to it.
We woke up early and had coffee and toast for breakfast. Azalea made her packing in haste since she wasn’t able to complete it last night. As usual, she was grumpy, even grumpier than on normal days since she was in a rush.
She calmed down and mellowed after our brief shower. I couldn’t imagine how bad her mornings would be when pregnant. I heard some husbands experienced the edge of hell when their wives were expecting to the extent of pulling their hairs one by one to stay cool and retain their sanity while trying to serve their wives' inexplica
