My Ivy loves to play Skyrim and make stories. When she is done, she ask either my Prince or me to help her with English. My Prince doesn’t love her stories. He thinks they are too aggressive, violent and humiliating for her actors, but he helps her with English when I can’t or not available. He respect her as a story teller, but he doesn’t enjoy in her stories. He told her that when she asked him about his opinion. My Ivy is mature enough and she wasn’t offended with his answer. She loves to sit in his lap when he is telling her what to write in English. I like her stories although not every episode. Some of them makes me feel the same like my Prince. Here is one interesting phenomena of her and Prince’s relationship. I told you before that we are addicted to each other and we love each other equally but differently because we are different personalities. Ivy is always direct and without “hair on the tongue” as we would say in our country. She learned a lot about diplomatic and more of “think twice before you say” approach from my Prince, but she “kept” a lot of direct and open speak to everyone but him. The day she placed him as the king of her hear she is 100% submissive to him and listen to him in everything. She quarreled and opposed me, our parents and everyone she disagreed with, but not my Prince. One sharp “Ivy!” from him make her stop to say or do what she planned to say or to do. Antonio? The man who worship her? Nay. She loves him and respect him, but when she disagree with him, he is the one who pulls back. Nobody has such “power” over her as he has on her. The “worse” thing is that my Prince does nothing to hold her under his control. He simply loves her the way she wanted and needed to be loved. Nobody else could make such a radical change in her. Why am I telling you this? The three of us learned that love isn’t just “living among the clouds”, having excellent sex, enjoying in nice and wonderful moments et cetera, but beside sharing and caring our burdens, supporting each other and similar stuff, love changes us; it forms us to be like the person we love. It isn’t something you willingly do. Love always looks for good and benefits of the loved one and when you meet such person, you simply capitulate. My Ivy and I are totally crazy about each other and my Prince and he is totally crazy about her and me. But, there is something special in her relationship with my Prince. Something that she and I never had and probably would never have. That something is a thing I can see, I can hear, but can’t describe or define.

I won’t bother you with Saturday. Really. Nothing special happened. We were at home having plenty of time to be together and enjoying in each other. Our parents did all that was needed to be done. My loves were of the great help to Elena and Synetica and they did everything to make my pregnancy easier especially when my little one was “turbo alive” and often left me breathless and feel tired.

Anyway, our guests, Prince’s and Ivy’s substitutes arrived this morning after our coffee time with our family to meet our family. I will call them Ante and Dante. Although they are told to come dressed casually, they came wearing nice suites (probably Antonio’s order) and they brought the flowers for my Ivy and me and our favorite chocolate. My Ivy and Fran served beverages and snacks while we waited for the lunch. My Prince would do too, but I was sitting in his lap holding him tight and didn’t let him go nowhere. LOL. Guys were young (our generation), very cultural and polite. My dad and dad Boss liked them. Ante has a girlfriend and Dante is single. I noticed some strange behaving between him and my Fran but I rejected any though of him being a gay. Anyway. When our conversation split in small groups, my Fran and Dante went to balcony and they talked for some quite time. We also played the cards with dads and when we called them to join us, they thanked us but rejected.

When the lunch was done, we enjoyed in various wonderful meals our moms prepared. Elena was with us, of course. She was the one who made the meal specially “adopted” for me and my baby. Anyway, after excellent lunch, coffee and cakes, everyone left but my Fran. He glowed. I didn’t have to ask him to tell me what happened, he hastily sat near my Prince and me, took my hand into his hands and with a big smile on his face he told me that he and Dante started relationship. He explained to us how it happened. I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek saying that I’m happy for him. My Prince asked him how they recognized each other and is there a some kind of “coded” behaving, saying or signing. When my Fran told him that gays knows how to recognize other gays and that he is willing to teach him so he won’t fall in trap of gays’ seduction, my Prince said he’d like to learn it. Then my Ivy (who was sitting on our left side) kissed him loudly and said:

- Honey, don’t even try. You still don’t know when girls are seducing you if they don’t tell you openly that they want you. Learning “gays’ signs” is science fiction for you. You will never learn it.

We blasted in laughter and my Prince “opened” discussion with her and Fran who took his side and said he can learn it. So, while my luvs and Fran trying to prove their points divided in two camps: Ivy ( who only wanted to have fun and tease them both) vs Prince and Fran, I sneaked out in the bedroom, took my laptop and wrote this diary. I hope that Fran’s and Dante’s relationship will work for Dante knows that hurting any member of my family is veeeeery bad idea.