{Complete}Mia Anderson is a shy, innocent, and not to mention short 19 year old. Living with her foster family has its ups and downs, but she loves them like her own.
One day, 24 year old Damien Luciano, finds Mia at her worst having a panic attack...
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6 months later...
Sooo Dami and I did sexy time.
Hehe.
I also learned that he did not have a hotdog in his pocket that one day. I don't think my cheeks ever went so red in my whole life!
"Mia! Come eat sweetheart!" I hear mamma yell from the kitchen.
I hop of my bed and shuffle down the stairs. I freeze before the last stare subtly glaring at it remembering what happened last time I almost died on these stairs.
I then continue my happy path to food. I sit on the stool after using my step stool to get on it.
Yep I had to get a step stool hehe
I smile as mamma kisses my cheek.
"How are you feeling sweetie?" Dad asks sitting next to me.
I know they are talking about what happened. I hate talking about it. I told Dami a month ago, and I still wasn't able to fully go through with it. However, I feel better with everything. I know it will take me some time to heal, and it helps to have Dami and my family with me through it.
"I-I'm good m-mamma!" I smile.
She smiles back and sits down feeding Blake as we all eat together. When I'm finished I shuffle over to the sink and clean.
"So, when are you moving in with Damien again? This week of next week?" Dad asks.
I lightly blush, "Then end of t-this week, I-I think."
Dami asked me to move in with him after we...you know. At first I wasn't sure if I'd be able to leave my family with my disorder, but then I realized that I need Dami. Not just for my disorder, but because I love him. He actually helped me.
My disorder will never just dissolve, and I know that. It used to be so bad that I couldn't be away from my parents or Dami for one second. Now, I feel like I've gotten better. I can go out by myself because I know that Dami and my family will always be there when I get back.
Of course I have those bad days where I'm competent attached to him, but there will always be those days. I just can't help it. And I love that Dami understands that.
Blake breaks me from my thoughts, "Sissy still come visit right?"
I giggle and nod.
I hear my phone subtly ringing so I run up to my room.
It's Dami.
"Hi hi!"
I hear a chuckle, "Hi baby. What are you up to?"
I quietly giggle to myself and then compose myself trying to act all serious, "Drugs."