Sunday Finnegan is the definition of chaotically detailed. She is powered by coffee thanks to her addiction of reading smutty books till 3am, cheerfully goofy and optimistic to a fault.
She's fresh out of Quantico and already has her first big girl...
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Calling Sunny the love of my life does not do justice to how much I love her. In fact all my thoughts were lost on my tongue as she stood in front of me last night. Everything I wanted to say had felt inferior....it didn't matter that I was a genius with a high IQ. All my rational thoughts cease to exist when she's around. Words don't feel like they hold the weight of how extraordinary she is.
I had never given much thought to marriage before her, I didn't think it would ever be in the cards for me. My luck with women wasn't exactly something to brag about. Finding someone who not only could keep up with me intellectually but also someone who accepts me for who I am, well it seemed impossible. The idea that there was a woman out there that could do that felt less than likely. Little did I know the woman I helped rescue almost six years ago would be the one to change everything.
The sun is streaming in through our curtains from our window across from our bed. Sunny's head rest on my chest as my fingers trace up and down the middle of her back. My other hand playing with the ring on her finger, still in disbelief. I place a kiss on her forehead, a small sigh escapes her lips.
"I don't think you are prepared for how annoying I'm about to be for like the next couple of months....just going to casually and not so casually find any way to mention that I'm engaged to you." She states looking up at me with a smile.
"I don't see a problem with that." My heartbeat quickens. It stirs something inside my chest the way she's so proud to be with me, to have others know she's mine.
"Spence I don't think you understand...." She sits up the blanket falling away from her as my concentration struggles to focus on her words when her perfect breast are fully on display.
She waves her hand in my face making sure to accentuate her engagement ring.
"I'm going to be insufferable."
I flip her over, a giggle escaping her lips. She moves her hands to cup my face, those pale green eyes looking at me with so much overwhelming love that it steals my breath.
She is so wildly breathtaking and I don't mean just her looks. Factually speaking Sunny is the definition of beauty standards. Her facial features are perfectly symmetrical, straight refined nose, full lips, alluring eyes. I've seen dozens of beautiful people before but none of them come close to her....no one would ever come close to her because it's not just about her looks. Her thoughts, her genuine compassion, empathy, her courage and humility. Most of all she's authentically herself. Who she is as a person is what makes her beautiful to me.
"Do you realize how stunning you are?" I question, her cheeks turning a shade of red.
"Based on the way you look at me like I'm a famous painting in the Louvre."
