Charlotte Liguori
Today is my birthday. Today is the day I turn 18. I couldn't believe the I would be marrying somebody soon. I'm sure he would propose as fast as he could. I wouldn't be surprised. Fuck.
I turned over to see him smirking at me. His hands tangled into my rubbing my head. "Get that stupid smile off your face." I said turning back around. I felt his arm wrap around my waist and he pulled me closer to him. "Now sweetheart, your 18." He whispered into my ear. The way his tired voice sounded, the way it made me feel.
I turned around again. "Yep. I'm 18." I smirked. He smiled at me before sitting up. He sat next to me, staring at me. I felt him pull me next to him. He kept his hand on my waist as I layed my head on his shoulder. He rubbed my hand with his free one. I couldn't help but smile.
He kissed my forehead and looked at me, "Get ready. We're going out." He got up and went to his bathroom. I stretched my arms up and yawned. I walk over to his closet where I replaced some of his clothes with mine. I grabbed a red dress that hugged my curves tightly. I slipped it on. I walked out his door and walked down the stairs to my room.
I went and sat at the vanity hearing up my curling iron as I did my makeup. I did a nice eyeshadow look and a natural face. I began curling my hair making sure to watch where I put my hand. I finished my look and I smiled at how it fit me.
I went downstairs and saw Atlas sitting on the couch. He was wearing a white button up with four undone buttons revealing some of his chest. I smirked at the sight, "Eyes up here baby." He said with a flirtatious tone. I walked over to him and pecked his lips. He stood up and took me by the hand. "Where are we going?" I questioned. "It's a surprise."
I followed him out to the car and he opened my door helping me get inside. I nodded telling him thank you. He climbed in next to me and held onto my thigh the whole ride.
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