Rosalie POV
Cough Cough
“Are you okay, Maiden?” Augustine’s eyebrows were knitted together as his eyes were searching my face for a sign of trouble. The soft pad of his thumb touched my chin and raised it up a little.
Even after trying so hard, a small giggle left my lips. A deep frown crossed his face, but just like me, he couldn’t keep up the act as his face split into a wide smile.
“You still..have..dough.” I couldn’t complete my sentence and my hand moved towards my stomach trying to hold the ache that would come any second. It was he, who was making me literally roll on the floor laughing.
His hand touched my face again, this time to wipe the tiny tears which formed just below the corner of my eyes. I wasn’t even aware of that. Only a small touch and I could feel butterflies
