𝗜𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ✔ 𝗚𝘅𝗚

34

we ended up settling on pancakes with bacon and scrambled eggs for dinner. i didn't want anything big so we made that. anabelle was okay with it. i made sure that she was. it shouldn't be just what i want.

"what do you want to be in the future?" anabelle asked me as she put the dishes in the drainer.

"i was thinking a marine biologist or an assistant of some kind. i just want some source of income." i told her and one of her eyebrows shot up.

"let's say those are plan a and b, what's plan c?"

"that'd be to be a stripper." i said, "an exotic dancer not necessarily a stripper but somewhere around the dancing area."

"you sound confused."

"i am because i can't make up my mind about what i want."

"there's something called multitasking." anabelle said.

i gave her a look to continue.

"while i assassinate, i go to school also. it's like a night and day thing."

i nodded slowly, processing this.

"are you saying that i should find something that i can do both night and day?"

"no, not necessarily. im just saying that if you can't make up your mind about one, try both and see which ones suits your criteria." anabelle said as i dried my hands in the cloth.

"you do realize that being an exotic dancer means being half naked in front of random people right?"

"so?"

"it means i will be exposed to someone other than you." i chose my words carefully.

"its your body, babygirl. im not allowed to control what you do, what you want to do and who you want to be. if you wanna show of that beautiful body of yours then go ahead. embrace your beauty."

my heart fluttered at her words and anabelle placed her hand on my lower hips.

"you wanna be a stripper, go ahead. i won't stop you."

"are you high?"

anabelle laughed, "no."

"that's one of the nicest things i've ever heard." i pouted and anabelle smiled, "i thought you would go all macho woman possessive and be like 'youre mine and no one else will get to see your body or there will be consequences'." i imitated a deep voice.

"i do not sound like that."

i gave her a look.

"i do not." she whined, "my voice isn't that deep as you made it out to be."

"that's because you don't hear yourself when you're speaking. you sound so freaking sexy and hot." i shrieked and anabelle laughed.

"thanks for telling me that."

"ego boosted." i muttered.

"what was that?"

"i said i love you." i pecked her lips and she smiled at me, again.

i love making her smile and laugh.

"i love you even more."

"lies."

"facts."

"i said it first."

"so?"

"which means my love is greater because i confessed first. you were being too much of a pussy to confess."

"oh, wow," anabelle gasped and placed a hand on her chest, "i guess you are what you eat."

i laughed at her statement and she chewed dramatically, folding her arms.

"I am not a dick."

"i thought you liked coochie." she pointed at me.

"meeee? when did i say that?" i gasped dramatically.

"ever since we met." she played along.

"oh, you lying little—"

"it's almost winter." i changed the topic, "which means my birthday is near."

"and that means you're older than me." anabelle grumbled.

"haha, yes! little girl." i teased.

"only by a few months, don't flatter yourself." i laughed and she poked my cheek.

i am marrying her.