This chapter is set about 3 months after the last chapter.I woke up earlier than Florence today, preparing to go out to meet her mother. I found a sticky note and jotted down a quick blurb for Florence to read when she woke up. It was our 8 month anniversary and I had a very special day planned. These past few months Florence and I have grown impossibly closer. She's come to every doctor's appointment I've had and a few therapy sessions. I looked back down at the note, satisfied.
Dear darling,
When you read this I'll be out. I know, I woke up early for once.
I'm planning a very special day for our anniversary.
I made you breakfast, all your favorites. Careful, it's on the bedside table.
I'm yours and your mine,
Us against the world love.
Love you, Y/NI put the note on my pillow. I pulled a thick coat on, wary of the snow tent was falling. We'd finished up filming White Widow a few weeks ago, so we were still in London. I'd grown accustomed to the weather. I missed more than anything, the heat of L.A. I pulled my bag over my shoulder and left our bedroom quietly. I went down the stairs carefully, making sure not to slip and bust my ass. I found my car key and quickly got in.
"Fucking winter in London," I mumbled, backing out of the driveway.
I turned onto the main road, my nerves getting to me. I took a deep breath at the coffee shop I was meeting Mrs. Pugh at. I'd met Flo's mom once before a few weeks back. She was wonderful. But this time was different. I was going to ask her permission to marry Florence. Her father is it of town currently, but I planned to ask him separately anyways. I pulled into the parking lot, unbuckling my seatbelt. Mrs. Pugh waved me over to a table. The snow had slowed."Hello dear!" she called, a pleasant twinge in her voice.
"Hey, Mrs. Pugh." I smiled brightly, sitting down across from her.
I fiddled with my friendship ring. I still wore it every day. I pulled the menu into my lap, looking through it. It's not like I needed it, I went here practically every day."What did you want to talk about dear?"
"Um- well. Florence and I have been serious for a while and I think she's the one. No, I know she's the one. Every day I wake up next to her is a good one. We've weathered every storm so far and we'll keep doing so. I wanted your permission to marry your daughter." I rambled.
"I would love for you to marry her. You're her match. She just seems complete with you." she smiled, taking my hand into hers.
"Thank you so much."About two hours later I returned home, arms full of flowers and chocolate. I'd made a stop at the supermarket before I came home.
"Darling! I'm home!" I called, setting the chocolate down on the table next to the front door.
"Baby! I missed you!" she smiled, rushing over to hug me.
"Careful! Roses." I smiled back, picking one out of the bouquet and giving it to her."You're too kind. I made you pastries!" she beamed, taking the rose and smelling it. I followed her into the kitchen. I smelled the wonderful aroma of croissants.
"I FUCKING LOVE CROISSANTS!" I cried, putting the flowers into a vase quickly before hugging Florence.
"I know you do. Now can you tell me why you were getting coffee with my mom?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Well, I like your mom." she gave me a quizzing look. "Fine. I'm planning a big surprise for tonight,"
"I'm dying of anticipation." she smiled, standing on her tippy-toes to kiss me.I kissed her back before pulling away to look at the croissants. A low moan came out of my throat as I walked over. I picked one up, smelling its buttery aroma.
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Forbidden Passion(UNDER EDITING)
FanfictionThey can't happen. But they do. Florence Pugh. Famous. Desirable. Closeted. In a relationship.... Well to the public she is. A PR Stunt turned abusive relationship has her caught in a trap. She leaves she gets publicly humiliated. She stays, she ge...