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February 14, 2008
Today is cupid day. Valentine's Day. Every year, I mostly hate it. Why? Because I never have a Valentine. But, this year was special because I got Nick.

Nothing really happen throughout the months. Just Thanksgiving, Aaron's and Angel's Birthday, Christmas (no mistletoe there, Thank God), New Year's, AJ's and Nick's Birthday. I made Nick dinner on his birthday. God, does he eat! But, of course, since it WAS his birthday, we did it . . . again.

So, now, it's Valentine's Day. Even though I have Nick, I'm still in my crummy mood.

"I hate Valentine's Day," I mumbled. "I hate it, I hate it, I hate it."
"Why so blue, babe?" Nick asked, putting his arms around me.
I pushed him off of me. "Don't start, Carter."
"Aw, c'mon, baby. It's Valentine's Day."
I groaned when he said that. He was about to get closer, to kiss me, but I pushed him away again. I got up and went to the kitchen to do the dishes.
He followed me. He put his hands on my waist and said, "You know . . . I love it when a woman is aggressive with me."
I groaned again and laughed. "Aye, Nickolas, por favor." ("Oh, Nickolas, please.")
"Fine, have it your way, then," he said and began sucking my neck, causing me to jump.
"Nick!" I shrilled.
"What?" he said innocently. "Baby, why are you so blue? Be honest, babe."
I looked at him. "Oh, I don't know!"
"C'mon, baby, something's bothering you. What is it?"
"I don't know," I repeated. I honestly did not know. "Honest."
He sighed. "Well, ok, since you're sure. But, remember I'll be here when you need me." He began to walk away.
"Nick," I said, making him stop in his tracks, "show me how much you love me."
He turned around, and I saw a smile on his face. He walked back to me and kissed my lips. His hands massaged my hips and I leaned on him, feeling relaxed. I moaned in his lips.
"Te amo," I heard him say. ("I love you.")
My heart skipped a beat when he said that. I pulled back and looked at him.
He smiled, as he tried to say, "Te amo . . . mucho." ("I love you . . . a lot.")
I smiled, "Yo te amo tambien mucho mucho." ("I love you, too, a lot a lot.")
He carried me into my bedroom. And he kissed me once more before we made sweet, "Valentine's Day" love.