𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟐

d.w. ~ used to it

Tulsa, Oklahoma. Dallas' room ~ Your apartment.
Friday, 1968 ~ 1971
09:25 a.m.

•••
"C'mon babe! Wake up!"

"5 more minutes." Dallas groaned. "No, I gave you 15 already. C'mon. You said you wanted to have a regular routine like I do now let's go. We're gonna get some breakfast." I said. "Chop, chop, Winston."

He groans again and finally gets up. He puts on a jacket and brushes his hair.

"Here, drink some water first." I said. Giving him a bottle of water. "Why?" "So you have a clear throat and your body needs it anyway." I said.

"You'll get used to it." He shrugged and drank it all.

"Get your shoes on, we're going to a diner to eat." "My god, stop moving so fast! I can barely think straight." He said. "Please, you are 20 years old. You can't stay like this."

He got his shoes on and we went to a breakfast diner. We ordered some food.

"After this, what are we doing?" Said Dallas, with food still in his mouth. "I've got to walk my dog, you can do something else." I said. "I'll just walk with you."

And after breakfast, I took Griffie, my rottweiler dog out for a walk with Dally.

"Why'd you choose to adopt a rottweiler?" Dally asked. "Well they're great guard dogs and they'll still be your pet at the same time. Plus I got Griffie when he was a baby and he was really cute." I said.

We then walked around a block and we stopped at the park.

Since Griffie is a trained dog, he knows when I call for him and he only hurts people who try to hurt him or people he knows and loves. So I took of his leash and let him run around.

Me and Dallas watched him as we sat on the grass.

"You do this everyday?" He asked. "Yep. I don't usually have breakfast at a diner though, I make it myself." I said.

"I think this doing-routine-together is romantic." He said. "Well I think it's supposed to be what you should be doing every day." I said as he chuckled.

"Okay, Griffie is getting muddy. Let's get him cleaned up." I said.

•••

"Wakey, wakey! Let's go babe! I made you some eggs with toast and your healthy smoothie." Said Dallas, entering our bedroom with an apron on, a plate on one hand and a glass in the other.

"Damnit Dal, I was having a very nice dream." I murmured. "Did it have you and me in it?" He asked, sitting on the bed and putting the food on the nightstand.

"No but I was doing some action. 3 guys tried to take me down but I had like, robot arms and I took 'em down." I said.

"Sound great but a good dream is only with me and you in it." He smiled, giving me a kiss.

"Morning. Thank you for breakfast, just take them to the table. I'll eat there." I said. "Okay baby."

I then put on one of Dallas' shirts and went out. I sat on the table and ate as I saw my boyfriend, Dallas Winston, an ex-criminal, and someone who didn't know how to, cook.

"What're you cookin' there?" I asked. "I am making food for myself and I made food for Liam. Stephanie told us he likes that stuff." He said.

My friend, Stephanie asked me to babysit her son, Liam while she's out of town for business. Stephanie's a single mom and I offered to help her with Liam.

"Wow, I guess you don't need an exam to be a dad after all. Is he awake?" I asked. "No not yet. He will soon." Then we heard a cry.

"There it is." He said. I smiled at his knowledge and went to take Liam.

I changed Liam's diapers and gave him a bath. I took him to where I was eating and put him in his baby chair. I then fed him while Dallas eats too.

"I told you, you'd get used to it." I said and he smirked.