*a few days later*
I woke up to something fluffy tickling my ear.
I rolled over, expecting Joe to be there but he wasn't. I looked over and saw him sitting in the drivers seat, very focused on the road.
"Good morning." I mumbled, kissing his cheek before giving Oliver a bowl of food and climbing into the front seat.
"Morning, sleepy head." He said, causing a smiley glare to be shot his way.
"Where are we?" I asked, rubbing my eyes, forgetting I had makeup on.
I groaned and opened the mirror, looking into it. I had smeared it all over my eyes.
"We are almost to Vegas. I was thinking of staying there all day and then driving to San Francisco tomorrow." He said, looking over at me for a split second.
"Sounds like a plan." I said, grabbing a makeup remover wipe from my bag.
I cleaned off my makeup and reapplied my mascara and eyeliner before climbing into the back of the van.
"What on earth are you doing?" Joe asked, looking at me through the rear-view mirror.
"Changing. I'll be quick, I swear." I said, pulling on a pair of white shorts.
I pulled off my tank top and pulled on a teal crop top. I pulled on a pair of white vans before crawling back to the front of the car.
"Told you." I said, smirking at him.
We got to the strip and we parked the car in the parking lot of an outlet mall.
We unzipped the windows in the back for Oliver and left him a bowl of water and food.
We got out of the car and latched our hands together as we walked through the busy sidewalks.
"What should we do first?" Joe asked, swinging our arms as we walked past all the shops.
"I don't know. What do you want to do?" I asked, leaning my head on his shoulder.
"Do you want to go shopping?" He asked, lazily rolling his head down to look at me. I bit back a smile and nodded.
He sighed, "c'mon."
I squealed and pulled him into a near by shop.
After forcing him to see me try on clothes for hours, I walked out in a pair of jeans.
"Babe, do these make me look fat?" I asked, looking in the mirror in the changing room.
He laughed.
"What?" I asked, spinning around to face him.
He walked over to me and placed his hands around my waist. "You are not fat. Never have been, never will be. You are perfect, baby." He said, moving his face closer to mine.
"So I don't look fat?" I asked and he shook his head, kissing me.
"This is why I love you."
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"I don't understand how you can pack so many clothes, but not want to wear any of them." Joe laughed and I looked over my shoulder to glare at him.
"I want to wear these specifically though. They're my favorite." I said, digging through my duffle bag.
I sighed and fell back onto the bed, looking up to see Joe smiling down at me.
"Why are these your favorite?" He asked, playing with my hair.
"Because they are yours." I said and he stuck his bottom lip out.
"Here," He said pulling off his shirt. "Wear this." He said, dropping it on my chest.
I smiled at him before sitting off and pulling off my shorts. I slid the shirt on over my tank top and laid on Joe's chest.
"I love you." He said kissing my nose and I closed my eyes to savor the moment.
"I love you too." I mumbled before closing my eyes and falling asleep.
