Local Differences


How did I ever get myself into this? Mind you, I love it. I love waking up under warm, comfy wool. Of course, I do miss my soft silken sheets sometimes. But it's more waking up knowing that right next to me is someone that loves me unconditionally.

Up until a year ago I had everything I could ever want at my fingertips since the day I was born...But nothing in the world compares to this. And I know that in a few hours I'll have to get up and begin yet another hard, tiring day as a Flat-Headed person's wife. But it could be ten times harder and I wouldn't care so long as I can live out the rest of my days as his wife, loving him and no one else.

And now lying awake knowing he's there beside me among the wool blankets, my head on his chest, hair torn from its pigtails from our recent lovemaking, I couldn't be happier. Yes...I, come from an Asian family that believes that we should marry someone by our own race. Fanboy broke that rule a little while ago, and that's why my older sister Kinaki calls him, "A stupid, Flat-Headed pale weirdo, that should stick to his own White kind of people and leave us alone."

The only reason Kinaki allowed me to court with Fanboy was because she owed him something, since Kinaki and Chum Chum were courting as well. And just as their loved bloomed into an all out romance...so did ours. Both families objected to both marriages, all because of differences. Yet we still married a year ago...so it was like a trade. The Flat-Headed folks got the Chinese girl, and the Asains got the thing the White boy.

I feel his chest rise and fall with each breath and realize...he's not asleep.

"Still awake?" I ask quietly, waiting for his response.

"Yeah," he sighs, rubbing the side of my arm with his thumb. Then he sits up unexpectedly causing me to have to move my head to a fur pillow that isn't nearly a comfortable.

"What's wrong?" I question worriedly. He says nothing but turns on his side and props his self up on his elbow and looks down at me. My people believe that I should be disgusted with his pale skin and flat head, but my love for his smooth skin is so sinful. At the age of twenty he looks eighteen. His hair is about shoulder length and it falls around his face, making his eyes look hooded. To this day he sends shivers up and down my spine. He sees this and smiles his gentle, knowing smile, which causes another wave of shivers.

He speaks and brings me back into the conscious world. "Nothing. Just wondering how you're feeling." I wrinkle my brow in confusion and he glances toward my abdomen.

I chuckle a little knowing now what he's speaking of. "I'm only two months along," I say smiling at his sweet face and he nods his head.

"But most women are tired and sick around this time when carrying a child." Oh so that's what he getting at.

"Since when have I been like most women?"

He shakes his head, smiles and leans in to kiss me. Never, is his only answer in a whisper against my ear, his warm breath causing my body to react in the most intimate of ways. He dips his head down for another kiss and runs his hand along my side.

How did I get myself into this?... My family, my father hates Fanboy's differences, for making me fall for him. I don't know why and I couldn't care less...I love this and I love him...