Memory

Chapter 24

David P.O.V

"When I was a kid, I loved going to the art museums all the time with my parents, it was to the point I used to beg them all the time to sign me up for art classes so I could learn how to make my own works of art, because surprisingly, as a child, I was a horrible drawer. One time, I drew a horse, and my mom thought it was a giraffe." I explained, laughing at the last part while Jennifer also found it funny.

"Do you have the picture on your phone?" she ask with so much hope in her eyes.

Lucky for her, but unlucky for me, since I still have the picture on my phone.

My silence must've been a dead giveaway because she started reaching for my pocket, trying to grab my phone.

In an attempt to push her back, I struggled to keep her away from my phone because it was like the excitement inside her was making her stronger by the minute.

"No, no, you can't bring up such a priceless moment like that and expect me not to want to see it," she said, jumping onto me.

"I don't want one of the first art pieces of mine you see to be one of my most embarrassing ones," I say, pulling my phone out of my pocket and extending my arm to make it harder for her to reach.

"Come on, please. I promise not to laugh," she pauses, "too hard."

"See, no. The fact that you'll laugh at all is exactly why I don't want to show you."

I was expecting her to continue wrestling with me to get my phone, but instead, she got off of me and just stood there staring at me with a mischievous look in her eyes.

"Jennifer, whatever plan you're probably coming up with with that beautiful head of yours isn't going to work on me-"

Cutting me off, she wraps one arm around my neck and kisses me while she uses the other to grab my phone once my arm drops.

Fighting the urge to kiss her back, I fail tremendously, feeling her soft, lush lips against mine.

Every time we kiss, it feels like I'm souring on cloud nine or feeling this kind of peace that everyone on this earth is searching for.

Finally giving in to this losing battle, I place my hands on her waist, pulling her closer to me to deepen the kiss.

Slipping my tongue inside her mouth, we both fight for dominance, which is something I always win with ease, but it's still cute to see her try.

Moaning into the kiss, she pulls away from me, avoiding my gaze, trying to recollect herself.

Once she recollects herself, she holds my phone out, looking at me with this lustful yet satisfied look in her eyes.

"I didn't take you as the type of woman to play dirty," I say, walking closer to her.

"When it's needed, I have a few tricks up my sleeve," she says, crossing her arms. "I'm not as innocent as people think I am."

"Oh, trust me, I have some experience in that to know that isn't true," I smirk, cupping her face and gently kissing her lips. "Now, since you won this fight unfairly, I guess you won the right to see the picture," I state, crossing my arms.

Turning my phone on, I see the excitement practically oozing from her body, but it soon changes into disappointment once she realizes I have a passcode on my phone.

"Is something wrong?" I smile, letting my head fall slightly to the side.

Glaring at me, she looks as if she's trying to pierce daggers into my soul, but in actuality, all she's doing is looking like an adorable puppy to me.

"Is that supposed to intimidate me?"

"Yes," she coughs, "is it working?"

"In an adorable manner, yeah, it's working pretty well," I chuckle while she hits her fist against my chest.

Catching her hands before she gets the chance to hit me again, I tell her the passcode to my phone and see the satisfied glint return in her eyes.

"Ok, so it's eleven twenty-one zero six, right?" she asks, glancing at me.

"Yep".

Putting the code in, I believe that she's come to realize its meaning.

"Wait," she pauses, repeating the code until it finally clicks.

"November twenty-first zero six, isn't that Isabella's birthday?".

"Yeah, I have a hard time remembering passcodes, so I did the only one I was sure I would never forget."

"Even though it's something so little, it still shows how much you care for her," she compliments with a tender smile. "Out of all the fathers I've met over the years, you are by far the best."

"And the most handsome, I'm hoping?"

"Yes, you are definitely the most handsome father I've ever met," she giggles, returning her attention to the phone. "Now, back to this."

Quickly scrolling through my phone, she eventually finds the photo app and clicks it, only to find that finding that photo isn't going to be as easy as she thought it was.

"Why do you have over a thousand photos in your phone?" she asked with concern.

"Um, I'm not sure. I'm honestly not even a hundred percent sure what all I have in there." I shrug, tapping the album option and pressing the "my work" album.

Tapping the photo that she's been dying to see, I can see her holding back her laughter as tears fill her eyes.

"It's so uh...it's so cute," she snickers, covering her mouth. "A true work of art".

"You don't have to lie. I know it looks terrible".

"I mean," she pauses, staring at it a bit harder. "It's not terrible, it's just the neck is a bit too long, and the eyes are two different sizes." She finishes busting out into laughter.

Snatching the phone from her grasp, I placed it in my back pocket and crossed my arms, looking away from her.

"Aww, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," she says, getting behind me and wrapping her arms around my waist. "What can I do to make it up to you."

Slowly turning my head in her direction, an idea popped up.

"I can think of something you could do to make me feel better." I smile, turning my whole body around to face her.

"That would be?".

"Since I revealed something embarrassing to you, it's only fair you do the same for me. It doesn't have to be anything that you swore to take to your grave, but something that you're not that proud to admit."

Staring at me briefly, she nods in agreement, placing herself by my side again.

"Let's walk and talk. We've already spent enough time standing here, and I'm excited to see that waterfall," she points out as we continue our hiking journey.

"And I'm excited to set everything up for you. I mutter under my breath.

"What was that?"

"Huh! Oh, nothing. I'm just talking to myself. Go ahead and tell me this story."