Many things (good and bad happened in past 4 days. But, first, the weekend. Beside our Saturday routine (grocery shopping, house cleaning, laundry and similar), nothing special happened. Everyone treated me as I was made of fragile glass. My parents and my luvs didn’t let me do anything although my uterus healed and I felt well. I was bit of angry at them. If I wanted to wash the dishes, my Prince took the plates from my hands. When I tried to do ironing, my mom took the iron from me. If I wanted to vacuum, my Ivy took it from me. I know they only have been protective, but I’m not incapable to do physical work. They ignored my angry attempts to quarrel and everyone reacted very nicely, calmly and politely to me. I apologized to them for my behaving at the end, before they left home.

We had family lunch in Sunday and my mom, Zdenka and my Prince cooked while Ivy and I played cards against my dad and Fran. My dad likes to cheat on cards. He and Marko were experts in cheating and after the second party, my Fran said to my dad:

- Mister Livio, I do not enjoy in winning when you are cheating. No offense but if you will cheat in next party, I will not play as your partner.

My dad pretended that he is offended and he said:

- How dare you to accuse me for cheating?! I do not cheat! I bypass the rules, but fine, if you don’t want to be my partner in cards, join the girls! I will beat three of you alone!

No, he didn’t! He played against us three parties and then he quit because he doesn’t like to lose. He also doesn’t know to win the game playing fair. LOL.

During the lunch Zdenka came up with interesting proposition. She said that the maternity departments in our hospitals are in very bad condition and she wouldn’t like me to have baby delivery in any hospital in our country. Besides that, she said that she talked to her friend doctor whom she told about Prince’s sister and father who had diabetes and few other unknown deceases that he died from. The doctor said that I might and should stay in the hospital after baby due for complete and detail check so they will do the tests on my baby boy that he doesn’t carry and generic decease. Our hospitals aren't adequate for such tests and it shouldn’t be longer than 7 days. She suggested Ljubljana the capital of Slovenia, one private hospital in small place in Austrian Alps and Switz. My parents and luvs agreed with her, but I strongly opposed saying that it is too expensive. Even the argument that Boss and his wife will participate in expenses didn’t help me to change my mind. I continued to oppose. (Don’t blame me, blame my hormones that made me wanting to argue for whatever reason). When my Prince had enough, he angrily said to me: “You know, Princess, I do not care what you want or don’t want when it comes to yours and baby’s safety! You will have a baby due in one of suggested places even if I have to carry you on my arms. We love you so much that we will give last penny if we have to! Stop resisting because it is pointless!

When he gently laid his palm on my tummy and deep kissed me saying: “I love you and our baby too much, you crazy witch!” he disarmed me. I accept it saying that Zdenka may pick the hospital she thinks is the best for me. So that is settled.

My luvs working as ants. They are very busy but my Prince always found the time to talk to Ena and Luka who can’t wait to see Lidija’s program in the orphanage in Saturday, 23^rd. I worked on the project for the Hotel today and my luvs worked at the Hotel. I felt the need for change. I needed to get out of the house. I called my bodyguard and told him to come and drive me to villa. During the driving, I felt thirsty and we stopped by small grocery store. We bought the large orange juice and I drunk from the bottle while we walked toward the car. Suddenly two male teens that hid behind one car threw firecracker behind us. When it exploded, I dropped the juice and the shock caused sharp pain in my tummy. I moaned and crouched. Kids laughed and they started to run. “Unfortunately” my phone rang “Simply the best” in that moment. That’s the ringtone on my phone for my Prince. I knew I had to answer although I didn’t want to. I knew how he will react if he hears what happened, but if I don’t answer, he will be very worried and he won’t stop calling until he hears I’m fine. My B.G. took the phone from me to answer him because I couldn’t. I asked him to not to tell him about the incident, but to take me to the doctor because I was in pain and very scared for my baby. B.G. tried to “cover” me, but my Prince felt something is wrong and he forced him to tell him what happened. After short explanation, B.G. said that he has to take me the doctor. My Prince demanded to tell him the location where it happened and to describe the kids. I begged him to drop it, but he completely ignored me. He told my B.G. to take me to “that ordinance” and “that doctor” and wait for him and Ivy. So my B.G. drove me and the doctor checked me, scanned me and told me that shock caused the sharp pain because of the pregnancy, but the baby is fine. After the health check, we waited for my Prince and Ivy.

While we were at the doctor, my Prince and Ivy went to the grocery store and asked people about the kids. One saleswoman told them that one of them lives in neighborhood and that he and his friend hangs near the store smoking and having “fun”. Anyway, he found the kid from the neighborhood. His father was at home. My Prince talked to him appealing on parental uprising and control of his boy. The father listened to him and said that he will talk to his son. When my Prince and Ivy was about to leave saying that if he do it again, he will make him “eat” firecrackers, the kid answered: “You can kiss my ass, Ken and Barbie!”  My Prince went mad, pushed his father at side and he went into the house and slapped the kid few times. When his father tried to protect his son, my Prince knocked him on the floor. The kid started to yell for help. My luvs left the house but they stayed at the front door. He said to Ivy to call Antonio’s connection in the police. When the police officer arrived (they don’t know him), my Prince explained what happened. The police officer said he’ll take care of it and he let them go. Antonio called him and said that parents will be financially punished for public disturbance and disorder. The law cannot persecute underage kids. Anyway, when they arrived at the ordinance, my Prince hugged me and he kissed me numerous times asking me how I feel and about the baby. He was very worried. My B.G. apologized for being inefficient excusing that he didn’t see them behind the car. My Prince told him that he is not angry at him but he has to be more cautious. He took me into his arms and carried me to the car although I could walk. The pain was gone long time ago. He constantly kissed my head saying he loves me. He didn’t stop to shower me with gentleness and kisses until we arrived home. When we arrived home, he released my B.G. and after making sure that I’m fine and that I don’t need anything, he went to the balcony and he kicked the kick bag very hard and then he went to swim in the cold sea to cool. My Ivy was with me holding me in her arms, kissing me and cuddling my tummy.

The firecracker season is at the door. By the law, firecracker usage is legitimate from 20^th of the month. My Prince is very worried for me and the baby and my Ivy and I worried about him. I told you earlier that he is very overprotective now when I’m pregnant and he might do horrible things to the person who will hurt me in any way. My Ivy and I only hope that during the Christmas holidays we won’t have any incident. Concluding this diary, I will quote my Prince: “Celebrating the Christmas changed over the centuries. Instead of enjoying in “Silent night” and being with the family and loved ones, today’s Christmas is about who threw the loudest firecracker, who was drunkest, what fun/fight we had and how much we ate …. I hate, fucking Christmas!”