Baby

four

He brought me breakfast in bed.

It had been somewhere near seven months that we had been dating now, and we were as in love as could be. My family didn't approve, and neither did my friends but I didn't care. His crew also didn't like me. Apparently I was too nice to be fucking around with him. He laughed off the commentary though; he loved me regardless of what anyone else said.

And I knew he loved me because he did things like this for me.

"My Baby, you're so beautiful you know that?" His smile was radiant.

I smiled back, lifting up one end of the covers so he could slip in beside me. He did.

I cuddled up onto his chest and drank my coffee in silence. He always made my coffee just right.

You can't make someone else's coffee just right if you don't love them.

I pressed my lips to one of the tattoo's on his skin. The black ink seemed to fade away around the edges. I smiled at the picture. It was the outline of a little black square. It didn't seem to look intimidating at all but I knew better.

"Do you have to go to work today?" I stretched my body against his, hoping to convince him to say.

I really hated his job.

"Have your toast Baby." He replied, crawling out of bed and leaving the tray in his wake.

I frowned at that. I didn't like when he left. When he was away, I worried about him.

I was worried he might get hurt. I kept quiet about it though, he didn't like to talk about work.