All I want is for you to be happy

Frozen

N/A: I am really sorry for the delay... I'm in my last year of college, so I devoted all my time to it. And I didn't want to write something that I was not going to like on the long run. I hope you like it! If you do... please let me know. If you don't... let me know too, but don't be too hard on me, please. Loads of love! –Paloma.

Needless to say, that evening was perfect. Once my feet touched the floor again, I came back from a world of dreams, and it hit me. Scott and I... we are together.

We opened a bottle of Chardonnay, and talked for several hours sitting on our couch, facing each other, our free hands that were not holding the glass of the sweet, golden liquid, were intertwined in a constant dance of fingers caressing each other and longing to be touched.

I always thought that starting a relationship with Scott would be awkward, above all, because we are two really awkward people, but truth is that it was not. We were surprisingly comfortable. I think that because we have been dreaming about this moment for such a long time, and we have recreated it so many times in our heads that it turned out quite natural.

When the bottle was empty, and perhaps as a consequence of this, our pulses were more relaxed, he sat laying back and he pulled me really close to him so we could cuddle under my favorite blanket while watching the first movie that we found, that did not involve guns, cars or fights. Before I could even realize it, I had already let myself go in the arms of Morpheus. Never had I been more relaxed, never had I feel safer, never had I been happier, never.

I do not know how but when I woke up the next day, closer to lunch than to breakfast time, I was lying on my bed wearing the same clothes of the day before and I was covered with the same blanket under which we felt asleep on the couch.

As I was gently awakening, I heard some noises in the living room. My heart started to beat faster with the idea of a sweet morning kiss, so I run to my bathroom to brush my teeth and get rid of the terrible morning breath. 

When I opened my room's door Scott was closing a box, and he looked as if I had caught him in the middle of doing something mischievous. He smiled at me and told me that I was up quite early. I told him that I heard something, so I figure that he was awake, and even though I was a little bit tired, I wanted to be with him more than being on my bed by myself.

Scott: Then why are you still standing there? Come over here!

I didn't even doubt it for a second, and started moving and sat next to him with a huge smile. I kept my eyes fixed on him. Somehow, I felt as if I didn't want to forget any second of our life together, so I surprised myself paying attention to every detail, every movement, every blinking... I figured that what I was feeling was what everybody says love is... it is something so big, that it lives in each and every one of your body cells; it hits you as a wave... but with such intensity that words are not enough...

Mitch: Good morning!

Scott: Good morning! Can I have a good morning kiss, please?

Mitch: Of course you can. (I think I blushed a little, because that is one of the reasons why I rushed out of bed, to feel his lips on mine again, but also his hands on my cheeks, his hair between my fingers, his soft skin under my finger tips)

Scott: Did you sleep well?

Mitch: I did. Did you?

Scott: I haven't slept quite a lot, but the time I did was great.

Mitch: Why haven't you slept?

Scott: Because last night, after carrying you to your bed, I had an idea... and I thought that the sooner the better... so I started to work on it...