happiness is a butterfly

lucky sometimes

He liked watching her sleep.

She had this peaceful and angelic look about her, a soft childlike innocence.

He studied her face as she rested. Her long blonde hair fell down her shoulders in soft waves. He liked that her features were soft and doll-like. He loved her blue eyes, although now closed, which were always filled with so much emotion.

Her neck was long and slender and the skin was so soft. He liked how it would go red when she blushed at something he said or how it felt when he would squeeze it with his big hands or kiss it in bed.

He liked her petite form, the fact she was a good foot shorter than him. It made him feel strong and powerful that he could protect her. He liked that she needed to get up on her tippy toes and he needed to bend down for them to share a kiss.

He loved her breasts and the way they sat on her small frame. He liked how they bounced during sex. They turned her otherwise young and innocent demeanour into a sinful fantasy. They turned her young femininity into womanly sensuality. They were a symbol of her fertility and he was enthralled by the thought of them nurturing their future children.

He liked resting his hand on her flat stomach, which would soon be swollen with their child. He liked to imagine what it would feel like once their baby was big enough to move around. Sometimes he would lie on the couch with his head over her stomach, and her delicate hands would gently stroke his hair. He liked the way her hand looked so tiny in comparison to his.

He liked that her pussy felt like home. They both had a high sex drive and were very in tune with each other's preferences. With Maddy, the sex was good but it felt very performative. Sex with Cassie had been like no other, it was passionate and animalistic and kinky. She was eager to please in life and in the bedroom- and she was always so fucking wet.

He loved that her bum was just the right size, supple but not too big. He liked the way one of her bum cheeks fit perfectly into his hand. Her skin was soft and rounded. He liked how her frilly lace undies fit snug in between her cheeks. He liked how her milky white skin would turn red when he smacked it.

He liked how her legs wrapped around him. He loved the feel of her toned legs from years of ice skating and cheerleading. He liked tracing the small scar on her knee from an old injury.

He loved that her feet were cute and well groomed. He liked when she wore pastel coloured nail polishes and pretty sandals. He liked having her feet rest on his lap when they watched a movie or when they would seek his warm legs in the night.

"What are you doing?" She would ask him sleepily, feeling his gaze on her.

"Just looking at you." And her nose would scrunch in a cute way and she would give him a sleepy giggle.

"Did you just get home? How was the party?" He had been out for a friend's birthday and had stumbled home in a surprisingly lovey mood.

He had a lot to be happy these days.

His dad was out of their home and finally behaving as Nate wanted him to. His mom was back and not drinking as much as she was a few weeks ago.

He was living with his girlfriend, who proved to be extremely loyal and loved him more than anyone else in the world.

He was in love.

So much had happened in the first few months of their relationship and he knew once their baby came along, things would change even more. But for a little while, he just wanted to bask in the euphoria of being loved.

And Cassie...Cassie was good to him. She had taken care of him when his mother went away, she had been accepting and understanding of his family secrets, she trusted him to make the best choices for their family, she loved him with all her being.

He knew she struggled with being alone, but he liked how he was the centre of her universe and soon so would their child. It made him feel good that she would give up everyone else to please him.

He loved the way she would sit in his room and wait for him to come home like a good girl. Sometimes he would stay and talk to his football friends or stop at the supermarket on the way home, just to leave her waiting for him a little longer. He liked how happy she was to see him when he finally walked through the door.

A bit like when you leave a puppy home alone and they wait all day for you to return and jump all over you from excitement.

The image of that analogy made him laugh a little.

"What's so funny?" She would ask innocently. And he would kiss her and tell her to get some sleep.

The next day, he surprised her with a yappy little ball of fluff.

"I thought you could use some company." He would say as the Pomeranian, which she named Pumpkin, licked her face excitedly. "Do you like him?"

"Are you kidding? I love him." She would respond leaning over to kiss him.

"You can't love him more than me though." He would warn playfully, but Cassie knew he wasn't actually joking.

"Never, silly."

I've never been a hero, I can't pretend to have a plan.

No...I just want to be a regular guy. Does that mean I could be your man?