In a surprising and exciting turn of events, Johnny Depp, the enigmatic and multifaceted actor known for his captivating performances, has taken on a remarkable new role that promises to showcase his extraordinary range and depth: he is set to portr...
Olivia and I found our way back to Los Angeles, and we were determined to make the most of the last few days before she embarked on her next film project. As for me, I had plans to spend some quality time with Lily and Jack in France right after. Our final days in LA together were nothing short of perfection, encapsulated in moments that felt both meaningful and gentle.
One sunny morning, I woke up to the soft sounds of the house around us, only to find Olivia missing from the bed. The delightful aroma wafting through the air piqued my curiosity, leading me to wander into the kitchen. That's when I spotted her, adorned in one of my old T-shirts, standing at the stove. She wasn't the type to frequently don an apron or embrace the role of a traditional homemaker, but there she was, making breakfast, perhaps aiming to impress me just a little. But she had already stolen my heart, and really, anything she did would leave me utterly enamored.
"Wow, cooking breakfast for me?" I teased, sliding up behind her and wrapping my arms gently around her waist. My head nestled against her shoulder, enjoying the warmth of her presence.
"I thought since I've got the coffee maker down pat, I should move onto breakfast," she replied with a playful smile, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and determination.
"Hmm," I hummed in her ear, feeling a rush of affection. "You're quite good at this housewife role. I guess it's time for me to put a ring on that pretty little finger soon."
In a playful whirl, she spun around, her arms draping over my shoulders as a wide smile spread across her face, matching my own delightful expression. "You know I like the sound of Olivia Depp," she grinned, a hint of excitement dancing in her eyes.
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I smirked back, unable to suppress my amusement. "It's got quite the ring to it, doesn't it?" With that, I leaned in to steal a kiss from her lips, savoring the sweetness of the moment. As she finished plating our breakfast, I took charge of pouring our coffee—hers black, and mine a decadent concoction of extra cream and sugar.
We settled down at the dining table, and with eager anticipation, I took a bite of the homemade pancakes she had tried to whip up from scratch.
"Delicious!" I exclaimed, though a part of me struggled to choke it down alongside my coffee.
She followed suit and took a bite, but her reaction was immediate and dramatic—she spit it out. "Gross! How did you swallow that? It's vile, Johnny!"
I chuckled lightly at her theatricality. "It's not that bad, my love."
"Alright, you're right. It's terrible!" she admitted with a playful pout, which only made me laugh even harder.
"Well, it's definitely the thought that counts," I said, reaching under the table to caress her leg gently. She looked at me, her soft smile conveying a mix of affection and gratitude. "You can definitely keep practicing, but until then," I said, turning my head to call out for Hilda. "Could you make us some breakfast?"
