Teddy y yo nos revolvamos es la hierba mientras Ana lee tranquilamente sentada en el prado. Corre una suave brisa a nuestro alrededor y aspiro fuerte el aroma a hierba, a campo. . Al fondo nuestra casa, nuestro hogar. Esa casa tan distinta a la otra, en la que quedaron enterrados para siempre recuerdos de antes, de antes de Anastasia y que no volveré a vivir nunca, sino es con ella. El niño rie sin parar, y grita al verse atrapado por mi. Le tomo en mis brazos y le lanzo al aire entre sus risas y los ojos de preocupación de Ana, que al fin ha levantado la vista del libro. Mi Teddy es incansable. Me tumbo junto a ella y el niño se tira encima de mi y le hago cosquillas y rie, rie nervioso tratando de zafarse de mis manos sin conseguirlo. Son juegos entre padre e hijo. Entre un hijo amadísimo por el que daría mi vida sin dudarlo. Ahora comprendo lo que es ser padre, y que tantas veces Ana me repitió. Ahora comprendo el sacrificio de los míos, y las lágrimas que Grace derramó por mi causa. Disfruto de estos momentos de paz y alegría que nunca imaginé pudieran existir. Yo carecí de todo esto, pero ella me lo hace vivir con él, con nuestro Teddy, con mi hijo #FiftyShadesFreed
TRANSLATE:
Teddy and I roll over in the grass while Ana reads quietly sitting in the meadow. There is a gentle breeze around us and I strongly inhale the aroma of grass in the field. . In the background our house, our home. That house so different from the other, in which were buried forever memories of before, before Anastasia and that I will never live again, but it is with her. The boy laughs without stopping, and screams when he is caught by me. I take him in my arms and throw him into the air between his laughter and the worried eyes of Ana, who has finally looked up from the book. My Teddy is tireless. I lie down next to her and the boy throws himself on top of me and I tickle him and laughs, laughs nervously trying to get out of my hands without getting it. They are games between father and son. Among a beloved son for whom I would give my life without hesitation. Now I understand what it is to be a father, and that so many times Ana repeated me. Now I understand the sacrifice of mine, and the tears that Grace shed for my sake. I enjoy these moments of peace and joy that I never imagined could exist. I did not have all this, but she makes me live with him, with our Teddy, with my son #FiftyShadesFreed
Autoría del relato: 1996rosafermu. Basado en la trilogía de E L James, Cincuenta sombras de Grey
Ilustración: Captura de Freed
Editado en: Fifty Forever Official Facebook Group. Septiembre 20 de 2018
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TRANSLATE:
Teddy and I roll over in the grass while Ana reads quietly sitting in the meadow. There is a gentle breeze around us and I strongly inhale the aroma of grass in the field. . In the background our house, our home. That house so different from the other, in which were buried forever memories of before, before Anastasia and that I will never live again, but it is with her. The boy laughs without stopping, and screams when he is caught by me. I take him in my arms and throw him into the air between his laughter and the worried eyes of Ana, who has finally looked up from the book. My Teddy is tireless. I lie down next to her and the boy throws himself on top of me and I tickle him and laughs, laughs nervously trying to get out of my hands without getting it. They are games between father and son. Among a beloved son for whom I would give my life without hesitation. Now I understand what it is to be a father, and that so many times Ana repeated me. Now I understand the sacrifice of mine, and the tears that Grace shed for my sake. I enjoy these moments of peace and joy that I never imagined could exist. I did not have all this, but she makes me live with him, with our Teddy, with my son #FiftyShadesFreed
Autoría del relato: 1996rosafermu. Basado en la trilogía de E L James, Cincuenta sombras de Grey
Ilustración: Captura de Freed
Editado en: Fifty Forever Official Facebook Group. Septiembre 20 de 2018
DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS
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