Billionaire and Him

The One in which *An Alternative Start* Imagined

Tissot Otis's Version ;)

Still in bed and in my arms, laid Bianchi Quinn. Her long hair till her chest, her baby hair on her forehead, her ever growing double chin, I smiled as I traced it.
Her cheeks so bright like a watermelon and chubby. Caressing them under the sunshine that is on her through the open lids just made her more adorable and breathtaking.

How can someone be as beautiful as her with absolutely no make- up?
Damn god, did some good work, here.

It's been 8 years since we started dating. We have been through everything together but today, this tornado we are walking into scares me.

If it weren't for my brother, we would be getting married in a month but we are not.

As maintaining relationships are more important than creating new one, priorities.

Hopefully he doesn't screw this opportunity and I marry the love of my life in 10 Months.

"Bianchi?" I said softly in her ears as she laid on my right arm.

"Hm?" She answered turning towards me, reluctantly opening tip of her eyes. Her hands in mine, she caressing it lovingly.

I don't why but I felt she didn't wanted to talk about today.. things we will face.

"Don't flirt too much, I am not going to be beside you to warn you that you are dating a very very handsome man." I said, trying not to smile brightly. If she doesn't want to, we don't have to talk about it.

She immediately beamed.
Having a big smile on her face, she kissed me on the nose and then lips, all the while her eyes closed.

And went to hiding her face and hugging the pillow, turning other side towards the blinds.

Laughing, I moved my body towards her, holding her left hand from my right, I kept my face on her face.

My left side laid on her right side, as my light stubble grazed her cheeks, she laughed.

And I continued to do so, until she said.

"Don't make her laugh too.. much?" she said and I stopped. It is her voice that gave away scare that she is feeling.

She will not say that she is scared, Bianchi is one of those people who'll keep it inside you if she loves you a lot. Just get hurt instead of confronting and talking it out.

But if you are hurt or are going through pain, she'll go to oceans and beyond to make you feel alright.

I realized this a while ago.

Instead of replying, I turned her toward me and nuzzled my face in her neck.

She got ticklish and resisted a bit. But giving me, caressed my hair.

It's been more than a week that we are preparing from little details to scary major mishaps for this plan.

But right now, when it's really happening it's scaring me too.

More than anything the thought of being away from her frightened/terrified me.

"Idiot?"

"Yup." I answered while kissing her on eyes and cheeks. I think she realized that I am thinking about the plan as she looked at me with concern.

"You are stinking."

Sighing and keeping my forehead on her, tired with her habit of killing romance when we are late.

No matter how passionate the moment is. Damn her!

I made a face and got up.

Bianchi smiled and hugged me from behind as I wore slippers to go to the kitchen.