My Love Journey's
Problem Solves.

I was completely immersed and dissolved in my thoughts for the rest of the morning. After Valerie and Elliot came home and the house was livable, I took a shower and got ready to greet Paul and all his anger.

To: Paul: Hey, Valerie and Elliot are home. Come on, we gotta talk x

From: Paul: Ten minutes from x

At the moment not only is Paul angry at seeing Elliot kiss me, but I also feel just as unhappy that he gave up his dream in order to stay with me. I don't want to get in the way of achieving something he really wants, because I know how much he loves football. With his outstanding achievements as the best player in the world proving he has so many opportunities in a career, and if he chooses to give up on maintaining our relationship, then his efforts have been in vain.

I stared at the dinner table I had just finished. I purposely prepared the food because I thought he must be hungry. Just as I tidied up the shirt I was wearing, my doorbell rang.

"Hey," I said as I opened the door, smiling cautiously.

He looked tired and it made me feel bad for giving him a magical welcome this morning. "Hey," he said, then cleared his throat.

Paul stepped in. Immediately after closing the door I turned around and came forward about to kiss her cheek. My heart was tight when he dodged me, but I understood why he did that. I would do the same if I found him kissing someone right in front of my eyes. Just imagining that makes my stomach nauseous.

"He kissed me, I pulled away. Exactly as you did." I said reminding, and Paul nodded with a nonchalant expression, both his hands were in the pocket of the hoodie he was wearing. His movements explained his current feelings, he was angry and disappointed in me.

"I'm glad to see you again" I said, trying to shake off the awkwardness. "I missed you. Very." Very."

"I miss you too." he muttered, a little calmer. "I'm sorry that I haven't been able to tell you in recent times. Time's up to take care of my short transfer with Real Madrid, plus a pretty solid training and match schedule..."

"Yes, yeah... I understand your situation." I mean it. "By the way, I'm preparing lunch for us." My feet started to gallop leading him into the dining room.

"really?" paul asked, he smiled as I looked back over the shoulder.

"Hm, I thought you might be hungry. Have you eaten yet? Or even breakfast?" my many.

Paul shook his head. "Not yet."

We sat down at the dinner table and started eating the salad I made. Paul took more chickens than usual for himself.

"Protein," he said as I raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, fine." I replied without changing my expression, which then made Paul give up and chuckle softly. My mouth curled as he advanced and put a piece of chicken on my plate. "So..." I started after the first feed.

"I don't want to be a man who seduces other people's lovers or fiancees, or whatever their name is, on the grounds of friendship. And I don't want you to be friends with Elliot" said Paul, as if he's been composing this phrase ever since. "I know what's in the heads of the men. He knows the fact that you're my fiancee, and you only consider him a friend, but he kisses you anyway. I don't like that."

"Paul, I am also angry with his brash attitude. He's clearly guilty. And maybe it's because I accidentally said that our relationship was in a mess.so, he misinterpreted my intentions."

Paul's eyebrows are linked. "Our relationship is in chaos? Why did you say that?"

I put my shoulders down. "Well, I can't stop thinking about your picture and that Spanish model. Not to mention our recent communication... Well, you know for yourself."

"Which model? What do you mean Sara?" he asked with a confused look.

"I don't know his name." I replied, then sighed. "But the Spanish model you took a picture of. A lot of rumors say you're in touch with him, but not once did you explain that to me, and of course it drives me crazy."

"God... Gossip that preached Paul Klug with women scattered every day, Bianka. Do you think I have time to read all the news and explain it to you one by one?" Paul raised an eyebrow, making me realize the meaning of my own words.

"No, no." I shook my surrender sign while we ate. "Of course not."

"Sara is my friend. I told him about our relationship, he understood what it was like and honestly he helped me a lot while he was there." Paul murmured. "There was no sexual intercourse at all. I know my limits, Bianka."

"Well, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have concluded something like that." I said as I massaged my nose, feeling embarrassed.

"Already, love. But, I still don't want you to be friends with Elliot."

"Paul, there's no way I'm going to stay away from him because we work at the same hospital, and Stacey's very close to him... However, I will try to keep my distance."

Paul nodded in agreement. "You won't know how much I wanted to beat him up earlier." he murmured in a serious tone. "But I think I'm too old to do that. Not to mention you'd be mad at me or it could be a silly scandal if someone saw it."

"It's good that you know..." A smile flashed across my lips. "I'll talk to him about it this morning so he doesn't repeat the same mistake..."

"Yes, it has to be" she said, returning my smile.

"I don't want to live far away from you. Anyway, my life is happier here. You, my family, my friends... Everyone I love is here, in Germany" he said.

"If we don't meet... Are you gonna survive in Spain?" my many.

"Most likely so," Paul confirmed my fear. "My life is fucked up, Bianka. And only football entertains me a little, but everything has changed since we met."

I breathed a heavy breath. "Paul's..."

"Love, I came back so I could be with you. I don't care which club will support me, that's not the case. I play football because I like it, not because I want to be famous." Suddenly he reached out and gently held my hand.

My gaze was fixed on his eyes, his little touch made me feel like more than just hitting him, I wanted to hug and kiss him, reuniting our feelings that had been messed up by the circumstances.

"Are you not happy with my return." The corner of his mouth was drawn a little.

"Sure, I'm happy." I said, with a frowning face. "But it makes me feel selfish. I told you, I hate to be someone who gets in your way..."

Paul laughing. "Didn't you hear what I said, Rapunzel? I don't care which club stays with me as long as I can play football, okay? That's the most reasonable idea for me. for us..."

I lowered my gaze toward our hands that were clasping each other.

"Have, don't think too much. I'm back in Germany, it's my decision." he continued. "We should start bathing together, every day..." I chuckled and looked back at him. "You're amazing, love. I'm willing to sacrifice anything to be with you."

"Thank you" I sighed with a smile. "You're really stubborn."

Paul shrugged his shoulders. "So, are we making up now? Or is there something that bothers you?"

"A lot of things are bothering me right now, but yeah, we're okay" I replied. "I really hope you don't regret your decision to leave Real Madrid."

"Never will." He nodded firmly. "What are you trying to do about this? Tell me."

I paused for a moment to look at the face of the man I missed so much, then returned to voice. "My time is up to study and work. There's almost nothing left to do anything else."

We chatted in a quieter mood. Paul told me about his activities over the last few months in Spain and I did the same thing.

"Is he okay?" she asked with a sad look as soon as I told Frosty in the vaccine last week.

"Yes, it's better now" I replied, giggling softly, then sipping a little wine. "The cure is pretty fast."

"Hm, he didn't even welcome me." he said as he looked around looking for Frosty.

"He's in my room." I straighten the body.

Paul grinned flirtatiously. "Did you deliberately put it there to let me into your room? God, you're really sneaky, Bianka."

I was flabbergasted while laughing. "You're ridiculous, Paul. You can greet him later. Are you tired?"

"Tired?"

"Yes, this morning you said you haven't slept at all... Well, yeah, that's how it is..." I moved my hand so she could understand what I meant.

"Yes, slightly. But not as tired as before, because my energy source is now in front of me."

I smile. "Your compliments are a bit overrated today, and you're making me suspicious..."

"Suspect?" She laughs. "What else should I do if praising my fiance is not okay?"

"Maybe something else, like... Make me feel better?" I said challenge him.

Paul squinted his eyes while smiling mischievously. "And what can I do to make you feel better? Give me a gift, love..."

"Oh, you know what I mean, Paul." I said as I blinked, then stood up and began to clean the dinner table.