"Babe the movie is starting!"
I heard a familiar rough voice call out.
I grabbed the popped popcorn from the microwave and Penelope followed me with a plate filled with movie treats.
We placed the treats on the coffee table and she took a seat next to Carlos, Diego was sitting on the recliner texting his pregnant girlfriend, and Yasser was sitting at his girlfriend; Becky's feet.
We were having a little movie night in Yasser and Becky's hotel room and we invited some teammates who were available.
I wrapped my legs around Jona's waist and muttered silently as the opening credits started:
"Are Gio and Talia coming?"
"No baby, they said they were going out to dinner."
I nodded my head and yawned.
He pulled the blanket over us and rested his hand on my thigh.
I rested my head on his chest and he slipped a hand onto my back and a hand on my thigh.
The movie started and I buried my face against his neck.
"Nothing scary ever pops out the first ten minutes Nena."
I pulled away and just as I glanced at the television of course a creepy little girl in a white dress pops out.
Becky was practically hiding behind Yass, while Carlos had his head buried into Penelope's neck.
I was scared shitless, I was gripping Jona's waist tightly and I was peering at the television behind a blanket.
Jonathan's hand was rubbing my knee gently.
Diego stood up and Yasser paused the movie.
"I gotta go guys, My Nena needs help.."
"Wait, did she fall or something?" Carlos asked a bit concerned.
"No, she just can't get up because her belly is too big and she needs help shaving."
Yass chuckled and Becky lightly slapped his shoulder:
"Don't laugh loser that's cute."
"How?" He replied back as he rubbed his shoulder.
"Diego's being a good boyfriend, he's taking care of her.." Becky said happily.
"I think it's sweet too."
Jona nodded and added:
"I would do the same."
Diego chuckled and said as he walked out of the hotel room; "Yeah, Okay whatever. I gotta go guys I'll see y'all's tomorrow."
"Bye Diego."
"See you at training tomorrow."
...
After an hour and a half of screaming in terror and Jonathan laughing at me. Everybody helped us clean up and we each made our way back towards to our bedrooms.
As we made our way out and into the hallway: Jonathan lifted me up, my arms wrapping around his shoulders.
"Still scared?"
He asked with a slight chuckle as he grabbed the key from his backpocket and swiped it open.
"No."
"You shouldn't be, you've got me. I'll protect you from demons and shit."
He turned on the light and set me down on the bed carefully.
I giggled and asked a bit curiously: "How may I ask?"
"Dude, I've been to church."
"Jesus." I said with a laugh, he was being to serious about this
"Yeah, the power of Jesus. You've got it bae."
"We're dropping this conversation now."
"Okay, I'm just saying bae I am prepared."
I giggled and stood up making my way towards the bathroom to get ready for bed.
By the time I got out, Jonathan was laid up in bed, in just a pair of black briefs.
He was scrolling through his phone.
I went to my suitcase and grabbed my Polaroid camera.
"Smile, Amor."
He glanced up and gave me possibly the cheesiest smile.
I pressed down on the button and the picture slowly slipped out.
I sat down on his lap and glanced at the developed photo.
I couldn't help but smile, the lights were dimmed so it had very vintage looking lighting.
Jona looked perfect as always.
I handed it to him and he chuckled:
"I see you really liked your birthday present baby."
"I do. Thanks again sweetie."
Jonathan took the camera in his hand and said happily:
"Smile Amor."
I gigged and he snapped a picture.
I stood up and reached for a black sharpie marker that was on the bedside table. I wanted to caption the picture of him.
He waited for the picture he took to develop, squinting his eyes a little.
He smiled and said:
"Jesus, you're stunning even when you're caught off guard."
I groaned as he showed me the photo: "I look so weird."
"Correction: sexy as fuck."
I sighed as he scribbled something at the bottom of the polaroid and grabbed his phone He slipped the photo into the back of his clear phone case.
"I'll always have you with me."
He handed me his phone and I smiled at the caption:
♡Amor♡ July,7th 2015 Chicago:)
"I think it's time for bed Nena, I'm tired."
"Awe."
"I'm sorry but I'm tired."
"You don't wanna make out first?"
I said with a small smirk.
He chuckled and replied:
"I'll gladly take that invitation."
I smiled as he slipped a hand on my waist and gently tossed me back against the pillow that was beside him.
I giggled as his lips pressed to mine gently:
"I thought you were tired Amor."
"I can't deny you of my kisses baby."
I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pressed soft kisses against my upper neck. He stopped and
He pulled away and stood up grabbing a blanket from our suitcases.
"Hey Amor?" He asked as he spread the blanket out onto the bed.
"Yeah?"
"Why don't you have an Instagram?"
I sighed and glanced at him, as he laid next to me.
"Jona you know, I hate the idea of posting pictures of myself. I barely post any pictures of myself on twitter."
"Why are you so insecure? You're beautiful Nena."
"Yeah, you think that because you're my boyfriend."
I said with a stifled laugh.
"I would love to be able to tag you in the photos of us. Besides you love taking selfies and you love Snapchat why not post them?"
"I'm sorry babe but I am not ready for all the backlash. I know how judgemental people can be and I'm not a model."
"Look at this." He muttered, slipping a hand onto my lower back and grabbing his phone.
I glanced at the screen, he opened his Instagram app and clicked on his profile. His last Instagram post was a picture of me from dinner.
I was sitting across the table from him, staring out the window.
@Jona2Santos
#WCW 💞😍#ImALuckyGuy
He glanced at the comment section and read a few outloud.
-"Wow? Does she have an IG?"
-"Jesus, Jona you lucky bastard!"
-"I love her scarf!!"
-"Is she a model she should be one!!"
-"Wow my favorite couple!"
"And my personal favorite:
'Jona you've got yourself a fine af Gf you best be careful or she finna get stolen.'
I giggled and said:
"You're just reading the nice comments. Besides I don't want an Instagram because I know how your fangirls get, they love you and they express it very sincerely. I'll probably get jealous. There's always prettier people."
He smiled and replied:
"Please, I know you don't feel it but you're much more prettier than moon and all the stars in the sky. I want you to listen to what I'm telling you and remember this:
You are the most beautiful person I have ever met, I have never loved someone as much as I love you. You're perfect in every way to me. No one's smile, eyes, or giggle compares to yours Amor. No one can kiss me the way you do."
I pressed my head to his shoulder and wiped away the tears that had pooled under my eyes.
He turned on his side to face me and wrapped both arms around me: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry."
"I'm not crying because I'm upset Jona."
"Let's just go to bed, I'm not going to make you make an Instagram babe."
I buried my face into his neck, his familiar cologne made me smile.
...
I sat in the middle of the night, wanting to get up and use the bathroom. I slipped out of his arms and glanced back making sure he was still asleep.
After washing my hands, I came back into the room. He was still sound asleep. I grabbed my Polaroid camera and tried to snap a photo as quietly as possible.
I giggled at how cute he looked and grabbed the sharpie.
As I reached for the marker, I caught sight of my phone. I put the marker aside and instead grabbed my phone.
I opened up the AppStore and downloaded the Instagram app.
'Just do this for him, he's done a shit load for you..'
I captioned the polaroid and opened the app, making an account.
@Y/IG/N
I quickly followed Jonathan and Gio, along with a few familiar people.
I bit my lip and tried to think of something to post. I looked through a few mod my photos and found a picture of Jona and myself, beachside.
I captioned it with a '❤' & tagged Jonathan. I had seen him do this a bunch of times, and sometimes I would caption his photo.
I glanced over at him, he was still entirely asleep, snoring. I snapped a picture of the polaroid in my hand and captioned it with a J.
I locked my phone and settled back next to him.
"Thank you."
My eyes widened and I gasped: "You're awake?" I asked, with a giggle.
"Come here, Nena."
I smiled and slipped into his arms.
"I Love You Baby."
"I know you do Nena, I love you
a lot aswell."
