Helloooooow! I know it's been soooo long since I last updated, and I'm so sorry. When I was writing, I kept thinking, I want to write my other story, I wanna write my other story! And I did, but this chapter, I just couldn't finish, and I'm still don't think it's finished, but it's already long, so the rest of the day next chapter.
There was an old couple walking by the water, hand in hand.
"Aw… I want to be like that when I'm old." I said.
Derek pointed at some kids making a sandcastle. "With our grandchildren." He said. I kissed him. "And my old grey wolfie by my side…"
We sat there on the beach, hand in hand.
"What do you want to do today?" Derek asked. "I planned something, but we don't have to do it today, we can do it another day if you want to. We can just sit here on the beach, walk by the water, eat something here if you like."
"I'm really curious about what you've planned." I said. "But can we do it in the afternoon? Maybe we can walk around and have lunch…"
"Yeah sure." I gave him a quick kiss on his mouth.
"So, you wanna go for a walk with me?" he asked.
"Hmm… I would like to go for a walk, but I don't really like the with-you-part…" I teased.
"Well, that woman over there seems more interested in me, maybe she will go somewhere with me."
I laughed. "How old is she? Seventeen? I hope she sais no, though…"
"Don't you want me to be happy?" he looked at me sadly.
"I do, but I can't give her what's mine." I kissed him, longer this time. Then I stood up.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"To the sea…"
"Don't you think we should take our stuff?"
"Right," I looked down. Why did he always have to be the smartest? I grabbed our towels and my bag. There were only our shoes left.
"Yeah… Why don't we switch, okay?" he gave me the shoes and picked up the rest himself.
"Why? I can handle it."
"You're so stubborn." He laughed. "Because you're pregnant and… I'm a werewolf."
"Noooo, really? Didn't know that. Ew, I married a werewolf."
"Oh, shut up…" he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we walked along the beach. The weather was beautiful. It was about 25 degrees and the sun was shining.
We came along a restaurant at the beach and decided to have lunch there. We sat at a table outside, with a view on the sea. After a few minutes a waiter came.
"Kan ik u helpen?" he asked, or at least, I thought he asked, because of the tone of it.
"Uh, do you speak English?" I asked.
"Oh, yes of course." He said with a terrible accent, but I was able understand him. "Will you order something?" *
"Yes, I'll have a glass of water, and what about you?" I asked Derek.
"Uh, do you have cappuccino?"
"Yes sure, espresso, latte macchiato?"
"Just a normal cappuccino please."
"Alright, and shell I bring the menu?"
I nodded. "Thank you."
A few minutes later he came back with our drinks and two menu's.
I ordered a sandwich with cheese and bacon, and Derek ordered a roll with a croquette and French fries, which was supposed to be a specialty here.
"How's your sandwich?" Derek asked, a waitress had already brought our lunch.
"It's good, you want to taste?" he nodded and took a bite of my sandwich.
"Hmm… It's good, but mine is better." I looked at his… it didn't look that good. I took a bite of it.
"Wow, it really is good. I always order the wrong thing." I said.
"Do you want to switch?" Derek asked.
"No, mine is fine."
When we finished our lunch, we went back to our little house, to see what we were going to do in the afternoon. We took another way then we had on our way here. My feet were getting tired and I started to walk slower.
"Are you tired?" Derek asked.
"I'm not, my feet are." I said.
"Do you want me to carry you?"
I laughed. "Huh… No…" then I muttered: "yes…"
He'd heard me, and before I even said it, I was on his back. "Is this better madam?"
I nodded and kissed him on his cheek. "I love you, and I can't stop saying that." I whispered in his ear. He suddenly stopped and put me down. He turned to me and kissed me. I kissed him back, very passionate, until we heard someone cough, and realized where we were; we were in the middle of a path, and there were two bikers who wanted to get past us.
"Sorry…" I said. I'd already heard they also said sorry here. I pulled Derek out of the way, he was still standing there.
I laughed, "Whoops…" I said. He started to laugh as well.
"You know, I very much liked that…" I said.
He laughed. "I know you do." That wasn't the response I was waiting for. He lifted me on his back again, and after a few minutes we were back in our house. Derek told me to pack some stuff, but he didn't want to tell me where we were going. When I grabbed our camera a thought came up.
"Oh my god, Derek, we didn't even take any photo's yet!"
"Yeah… We'll take some today." He smiled.
"Okay, since your not going to tell me where we're going, shall we go?" I said.
"Yeah, sure."
We drove away, to the highway. The signs on the road said 'Den Haag' en 'Scheveningen'. How do you pronounce that?
"Den Haag?" I asked.
"The Hague." Derek answered.
We got of the road, and we arrived in Den Haag, or The Hague or whatever. Derek parked our car at a parking lot, and we walked through the city. I thought we had to walk much more, because we weren't in the centre of the city, but when I asked Derek if he finally wanted to tell me where we were going, he said: "We're going…" we walked around the corner of a building, and now I could see another strange building. "there." he continued.
"What is it?"
"Madurodam. It's a miniature city." Really? He wanted to take me to a miniature city?
Just go with it, you weren't so excited about going to Holland either, but look how that turned out. Trust him. A little voice in my head said. I did trust him, and I shouldn't be so discouraging.
When we were inside there was a woman sitting behind a desk.
"Hallo, kan ik u helpen?" she said. I had no idea what she just said. I looked at Derek for help.
"Uhm… Do you speak English?"
"Of course." She said venomous. Great, we were going to a miniature city, with a cranky old lady. She was about fifty years old, and she looked like she wanted to retire as soon as possible.
Derek looked at her, and when saw his expression, she sighed and changed the expression on her face. She was now, surprisingly, smiling.
"How can I help you, sir?" she said with a terrible accent.
"We would like two tickets."
"Full price?" she said.
"Yes...?" Derek said.
"That is then 80 Euros and 90 cents, please."
"Excuse me, did you say 80 Euros?" I said. She better not be serious.
"No, eighteen!"
"Oh, thank God. Here you go." Derek said, and he gave her the money. She gave us a book and a map and said:
"If you just follow the route you don't get lost." Was it that big? I couldn't imagine how someone would ever get lost in a miniature city.
"Thank you." I said. And we went outside. I was reading the guide. Madurodam is the smallest city of the Netherlands, opened in 1952. There were all kinds of monuments and buildings from Dutch cities. Princess Beatrix had been the first major, and since 1980, every year a new major was chosen.
"Okay, so first we have…" Derek said.
I looked it up in the guide. "Let me take a look… The birth house of George Maduro, in Curacao, and on our right we have… The saint Jan's cathedral in 's Hertogenbosch…"
It went on like that for a while longer, until there was an ice-scream store.
"Do you want an ice-cream?" Derek asked me.
"Ooh, I'd love one!"
"Which flavour?" As if he didn't know.
"You know which one." I smiled.
"Of course I do." He laughed. "One with strawberry flavour for me," he said to the ice-scream girl, "and one with chocolate for my," he smiled at me, "wife, please."
"In a cone or in a cup?" she asked. Derek looked at me.
"In a cup, please." I said.
"For me too."
"That's €4,- please." She said.
"Here you go…" Derek gave her a 5 Euro bill.
"Thank you, 4 and 1 makes five." She gave him back one Euro and Derek grabbed the ice-creams. He gave mine to me, and I immediately took a bite.
"Thank you." I kissed him.
"Hmm… chocolate." He said.
"Too late, you chose strawberries." I wasn't planning on giving him my ice-cream.
"Ah, C, c'mon…"
"You know my name is Chloe. You're never going to get a bite if you call me that…" I teased.
"Then I guess I'll just have to steal it from you!" he took a bite with his spoon and put it in his mouth.
"Hey! That's mine!" I said.
"You know... I love you…" he kissed me.
* Very common mistake in my country, because to want, is willen in Dutch, so people often say 'do you will something', or 'will you something', instead of 'do you want something'.
Sooo? Did you like it? Please let me know, can't read your minds, you know…
Oh, I have a question, since I have absolutely no experience when it comes to babies, I also have no idea why I made Chloe preggo…
So, the question: when do babies start kicking and stuff? I have absolutely no idea :$