How to be loved

70 - Loyal Girlfriend

How to be loved

70 - Loyal Girlfriend

Freen's POV

I woke up to the cool emptiness of the bed beside me, a soft pang of surprise jolting through my chest. My eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the soft glow of the morning light filtering in. I instinctively reached over, half-expecting to find Becky nestled up against me, but the space was empty. My heart skipped a beat, the familiar warmth I was used to missing.

I pulled the blankets off, shivering slightly from the coolness of the night air, and grabbed my robe to wrap around myself. Quietly, I made my way down the hallway, my mind racing with thoughts. Where had she gone? Had I done something wrong?

When I reached the kitchen, I saw the faint glow of the fridge light. And there she was—Becky, standing in front of the open fridge, her brows furrowed in concentration as she stared at the shelves, looking for something to snack on in the dead of night.

I paused at the door, just watching her for a moment. The way her messy hair fell over her face, the little pout on her lips, the soft sigh she let out when nothing seemed to satisfy her late-night cravings. She looked so cute. So... her. I couldn't help but smile at how absolutely adorable she was.

She hadn't noticed me yet, so I leaned against the doorframe, letting myself enjoy the quiet moment. My heart fluttered watching her, just being there, looking so effortlessly beautiful. After a few moments, she closed the fridge with a little sigh, clearly defeated by her midnight snack hunt.

I couldn't hold back the chuckle that bubbled up.

"You could've woken me up to cook for you, baby," I teased, my voice soft and playful. "I didn't know you were hungry, babe."

She jumped a little at my voice, her eyes widening in surprise. The blush that bloomed on her cheeks made my heart skip a beat. She dropped her gaze, biting her lip shyly. "I didn't want to wake you up... I didn't want to be a bother," she murmured, her voice soft.

My heart melted at her words. Stepping closer, I reached out gently, cupping her face with my hands, tilting her chin up so she would meet my eyes. "You're not a bother, baby," I whispered, my voice low and full of love. "You'll never be a bother to me. I love you. And if you're hungry, I'm more than happy to get up in the middle of the night to feed you. That's one of the perks of being with me."

She blinked up at me, her cheeks flushing even deeper. Her lips parted slightly, and then, slowly, that sweet smile I loved so much spread across her face. "I'm lucky to have you," she whispered, her voice so soft, it almost made my heart ache.

I smiled back at her, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, my thumb gently grazing her skin. "No, I'm the lucky one," I replied, my voice full of warmth. "I get to take care of you. And I'm never going to get tired of it."

Her eyes softened even more, and she took a small step toward me. She reached out, her hands finding mine. "You really are the best," she said, her voice so sincere, almost shy, like she still couldn't believe someone like me would love her so much.

I chuckled softly, squeezing her hands gently. "I'm just doing my job," I teased lightly. "Now, let me take care of you, okay? You're hungry, and I'm here to make sure you're fed."

She gave me that look—those sparkling eyes that always made my heart do flips. "You really are something else," she said, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

I grinned as I moved to the counter, already pulling out ingredients from the fridge. "What do you want, babe?" I asked, already knowing I would make her anything she wanted, just to see that happy glow in her eyes. "Something specific, or should I just whip something up to make up for sneaking off without waking me?"