Hello. I'm Hannah. 21 years old, studying Molecular Biology at the University of Toronto. I want to go into Genetics Research. I live outside of Toronto with my charming boyfriend, Jake Martin, in a home we recently bought. Family and friends are super important to me. I'm really down to earth and enjoy like minded people.
Jake had been asleep since sometime early that night and he respected the fact that she hadn’t been feeling good. So he did something quietly in the other room before finally heading to bed himself. Work was usually the downfall to him going to bed fairly early. But that night…
“I do believe you’re just being biased. On that point at least, I don’t know how many people would agree with you.” He didn’t mind the compliment to say the least. Just that she was being biased at the moment in his half awakened state. Then again she was usually biased. Glancing at the clock he sighed. Why couldn’t he have a day off were he did nothing but spend time with her? Just one day during the week where he spent time with her wouldn’t kill anything. But it was the holiday season and there was work to be done. “I think the crazy work schedule already has taken up a lot of alone time. So feel free to take late night and break time.” Sometimes he wondered why he was in the construction business with his dad. Sure it was great working with him but these hours were going to be the death of him. He was thankful that after Christmas they went back to normal and there’d be more time to spend with her. Well until everyone got their damn tax money and then it started all over again.
Hannah knew why he did it. He was good at it. He liked spending time with his dad. One thing she’d always known about him, even before they’d started dating, was that family was really important to him. “You’d go crazy if you couldn’t make stuff,” she said simply, lazily nibbling at his neck. She knew he was back in school and wanted to keep the family business running. Sometimes she wondered if his dreams were a little bigger than he let himself admit. She saw his drawings. She often wondered why he hadn’t tried to become an architect. He would have been pretty good at it. He tended to be good at everything though. She definitely was biased. “Speaking of crazy, are you still going to love me when I get big and fat?” she teased softly knowing she would. There was no medium anymore. She either wanted to eat everything in sight or nothing at all. Right now she wasn’t that hungry. Mostly she was just wanted to stay wrapped up in him. She let a hand drift to draw shapes on his stomach.!