The One I Was Waiting For.

Dead Flowers.

Yawn. Yawn. Yawn.

Rob woke me up early and made me sit on the breakfast counter here too.
I am continuously yawning. I mean, come on, sleep is necessary.
I pout with fake sadness. He looks at me and laughs. Then he walks to me and kisses the tip of my nose; making my cheeks red.

"Here." He gives me a plate of bread butter and I grin seeing it. I eat it and moan as the salty taste reaches my tongue.
I simply love these small things he does for me. He's perfect.
I give one bite to him too and we share the other three breads too.
When we are done, we just sit on the living room couches and talk.
We are waiting for him.
Where in the earth is he?

"Aah! Am bored now!" I whine.

"Hmmm...." He murmurs as he pulls me close to him and smell the back of my neck. We are sitting in an awkward position.
My back is touching his chest and his both hands holding me by tummy. I smile and turn to look at him.
His eyes are closed and he has a satisfying look all over his face. I giggle at his cuteness and slowly kiss his face; cupping his cheeks.
First I softly kiss his eyes, then nose, then cheeks one by one and then forehead. I then passionately press my lips into his and we lay on the couch getting more of each other's.
Can I ever get tired of kissing this handsome creature?
My hands hold his hair sternly and his hands my waist. We explore each other's mouth till we hear something falling.

Shit. Isn't this the perfect moment for my dad to come?

We leave each other and sit on the couch with shocked expressions.
We look towards the sound. It was a vase falling and it was a cat.

Phew! Not my dad.

"You're saved" I tell him.

"Probably." His tone says he is still scared.

I laugh at him rolling on the couch. He laughs with me too. We both keep laughing and giggling until my sight falls on the garden outside the window.
I frown and stand up. I walk to the window and watch the dead flowers.
They look so lifeless and black. I want them colorful again. But how?
Maybe I can do it. Mom used to do it and remember how she did it.
She brought seeds and sow them here and then in some weeks, flowers would come.

"What's it, Mish?" Rob says and stands near me. I look at him. The morning sun rays falls on his face and makes his skin look flawless.

"Let's make my garden." I say and find the car keys.

Then we both walk to the garage and I start driving. It's the first time with him when I am driving. He is asking me again and again where are we going but I am telling him to shut it and sit. But he has become like me- stubborn.
He keeps on asking.
I ignore him.

I stop the car near a florist. I ask him about the way I know of growing flowers. He says it was an old method. Now I can buy flowers directly and plant them in my garden.
But I want to grow them!

"Gimme only the seeds." I say and step out of the car. I select some seeds which will in future grow into beautiful flowers. Rob is madly sitting in the car with crossed hands. I giggle at him and call him inside but he just shakes his head angrily and look away.
When did he become so immature and cute?

Well, he is with me from so many days. I guess that's my effect!

I buy the seeds and walk back to the car. The sun is shining now; so the weather is pleasant. I like pleasant.
I drive back and Rob spends the drive looking into the poly of the seeds. He is acting like a kid.
And I am not really hating it.