Midnight Rides

Chapter VIII

We were cozied up on the couch, engrossed in a movie, with Layla Grey gracing the screen. As the music filled the room, I couldn't help but admire her talent and beauty. Layla stood at the same height as me, her magnificent afro adding to her distinctive charm. I remembered attending one of her concerts and even getting the chance to meet her during a meet and greet. Aaron would roll his eyes playfully as I sang along to every song, my enthusiasm uncontainable.

Nestled into Aaron's side, I leaned closer, seeking comfort and warmth. He responded by wrapping his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. I sighed contentedly and looked up, finding his gaze already fixed on me.

"I love you," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the movie's soundtrack. He bent over slightly, capturing my lips in a tender kiss. His smile filled me with a rush of affection as he squeezed me tightly, causing a small squeak to escape me.

"I love you too, my love," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. I shifted my attention back to the TV, noticing that the credits were rolling. A surge of nervousness washed over me, and I moved to straddle Aaron's lap, feeling his hands firmly holding my hips to prevent me from moving any further.

"Aaron, I'm nervous," I confessed, resting my head on his chest. His sigh of understanding and the gentle kiss he placed on my forehead offered me a sense of reassurance.

"It's okay to be scared, but I believe in you," he whispered, his words like a soothing balm to my anxious heart. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I closed my eyes, finding solace in his warmth and support.

Before I knew it, the movie had faded into the background, and sleep gradually enveloped me in its embrace. Aaron's steady heartbeat and the tender touch of his hand on my back lulled me into a peaceful slumber.

The next day marked the beginning of my first small concert, a milestone that both excited and terrified me. With Aaron's unwavering belief in me, I found the courage to face the unknown. I knew that stepping onto that stage would be a testament to our love, our shared dreams, and the unbreakable bond we had cultivated.

As the sun rose on that momentous day, I awoke with a mix of anticipation and nerves. Glancing at Aaron, who was still peacefully sleeping beside me, I couldn't help but feel immense gratitude for his unwavering support. Today was a new chapter, a chance to share my voice with the world, and I was determined to seize it.

Taking a deep breath, I gently untangled myself from Aaron's embrace, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek before heading out of the room. As I prepared for the day ahead, my mind buzzing with excitement, I carried with me the love and encouragement he had bestowed upon me.

With Aaron by my side and the strength of our connection propelling me forward, I was ready to face the challenges and triumphs that awaited me on this exhilarating journey of pursuing my passion. And as the stage lights beckoned, I would remember his words and the warmth of his love, knowing that together, we could conquer any obstacle that came our way.

I looked up from cutting an apple and looked at Aaron. He smiled, yawning and walking up and behind me. Hugging me Fromm behind before kissing me on the cheek.

"Good morning beautiful," he spoke, his voice raspy.

"Good morning baby," I responded. He looked a the Apple before taking a slice before eating. "Hey, that's mine," I whined.

Aaron laughed before kissing my cheek. "Are you ready today? You go on at noon," he told me. I nod, sighing shakily, "Noah you're going to do fine, you're an extremely beautiful girl, you got to believe in yourself." He spoke. I nodded kissing his lips before eating the apple before going upstairs and getting dressed in a pair of shorts and a pink t-shirt that has a cherry stem with one side being a cherry and the other side a watermelon slice. I slipped on a pair of white sandals before going back down stairs seeing Aaron wearing his tennis outfit and grabbing his tennis racket and a water bottle. He slipped his stuff into a bag before zipping it up and slinging it over his shoulder.