Worthy

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Izzy's POV

"Just me and my wife." Christen whispers as I feel her lips on my neck, a smile creeping on my face.

"Just you and me." I say smiling.

"Our last week together before the terrible two's come and catch up with us. That'll be fun."

"Oh yes, fun." I smile.

I feel her hands creeping under my shirt well her shirt but it's now my shirt. Christen continues to leave kisses on my neck and I let out a small chuckle.

"What's funny?"

"Nothing just that well I never thought I'd marry the girl who fell in the middle of the school hallway with no one around." I say laughing.

"Ha ha. See I thought you would say something along the lines of I never thought I'd marry the girl who's a professional soccer player and has won world cups." Christen says and I shrug.

"Mine is better, yours seems too basic."

"Basic? Excuse me? I'm cool."

"Babe please. You can't even cook. I don't think you've ever been cool."

"I could cook if you would teach me how to cook." Christen says as she pulls down onto the bed.

"But then there wouldn't be much teasing you about how you can't cook and it's absolutely fun doing so."

Christen flips me around as I lay down on top of her but only now facing her. I smile as I look at Christen, the way the sun seems to always shine on her. I place a kiss on her nose and rest my head on her chest.

"How did I get so lucky? To have married the girl of my dreams just seems too good to be true. It almost feels like if I were in a-."

"Dream?" I say.

"Exactly.

"Oh by the way Tobin pressured me into bringing you more re inc clothes. She said it's on her but technically on me." Christen says and I chuckle.

"Ooh I get early access to the drops! Nice. As I should. So where is it?"

"You want to wear it now?" Christen asks, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Well yeah, why not? The clothes are always comfy. So where is it?"

"Now?" Christen asks again.

"Yes now. I said now. Is there beanies involved?" I ask.

"Baby, it's summer, there are literally no beanies right now. But I do have shirts and shorts."

"That'll work, tell Tobin I'd like some summer beanies."

"No."

"Christen."

"Yes dear."

Christen grabs the bag or in this case suitcase Tobin apparently made Christen bring. I lay down and pull the covers over myself.

I just love Christen's natural hair. Justice for her hair. I don't ever understand why she straightens it when she has beautiful curly hair.

"Baby."

"Huh? Yeah?"

"The clothes. Are you feeling okay? I've been talking to you for the past five minutes." Christen tilts her head and I smile.

"I was in my own little world."

"Okay well these are part of the summer drop, it's not finished but it's most likely what it's going to be. Tobin is going over some design and picking which one she wants and doesn't want"

"I personally love it."

I hold up the shorts, pretty nice color. Such exquisite taste of Tobin. I look at what Christen has in her hands and I grin.

"No."

"Babe please."

"These are mine." Christen states and I laugh.

"What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine." I say.

"I tell Tobin to pack two of everything and we still end up with only one jogger. Unbelievable." Christen shakes her head as she hands me the joggers.

"I'm starving, I could really go for some.."

"French toast?" Christen asks with a cheeky smile.

"Exactly that. You read my mind."

"I'll run to the supermarket with everything we need, meanwhile you stay here and just wait for me okay?"

"Why can't I go with you?"

"Just wait here for me okay? I won't take long. Just relax, go out and enjoy the beautiful view and be happy. Enjoy it all."

"I'm happy with you."

"I would hope so." Christen says.

"You always do that, you know you're the one I've always wanted. The one I get to spend forever with. You make me very happy."

"You make me very happy."

"Now if you want to make me even more happy, you'd bring all the stuff we need for French toast." I say as I poke her nose.

"I'll be right back." Christen smiles and leans down as she pecks my lips.

Christen's POV

"Honey I'm back." I shout.

I shut the door with my foot since my hands are full with the groceries.

"Baby?"

I get no answer. I set the groceries down onto the counter and head to the bedroom.

Once I get to the bedroom my heart stops, a lump in my throat and my eyes begin to water.

"No. Please no."