Let Me Love You | Toni Kroos

Chapter 19 - Our World

Gabi's POV

Just as I did every morning out of habit, I swung my hand across the bed towards Toni – except he wasn't there. I turned around – his side of the bed was indeed empty, and the smell of sausages was wafting in through the crack of the door.

I went outside and saw him in the kitchen cooking, but before I could creep up to him, he turned around and jumped in shock when he saw me.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his eyes wide open. "It's too early for you to be up. Go back. Go back to bed, Gabi." He grabbed me by the shoulders, spun me around, and pushed me back into the room.

I sat on the bed in a daze, wondering exactly what he was up to this time. A while later, he opened the door and peeked in. He smiled when he saw me sitting there, dishevelled and confused. He walked inside with a tray in his hands, containing a plate fully laden with sausages, eggs, and bacon, and a glass of orange juice.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby," he said as he placed the tray on the bed and gave me a long, long kiss on the lips.

Toni's POV

She stared at me, still confused, and then she suddenly hit me on the shoulder. "Why do you always do this to me?" she whined.

"What?" I laughed, walking to the other side and sitting down beside her.

"Make me feel like the happiest and luckiest girl alive."

I smiled. "That's my girl."

"Please tell me you made some for yourself."

"Yeah, hold on," I said. I went and grabbed my plate and came back to sit beside her. "Come on, let's eat."

She stared at my plate. "Why do you have so little?" she asked. "Are you trying to make me fat?" She started transferring food from her plate to mine.

"Are you trying to make me fat?"

"Yeah, so we can roll around together," she said, giggling. "Aww, your smoothness rubbed off on me."

She started digging into her plate hungrily, so I joined in. Suddenly, she got up and ran to the wardrobe, rummaging through the back until she found a small box.

She ran back to me happily and shoved the box into my lap. "I got you something this time," she smiled proudly. "I know it's really lame, and it probably doesn't match up to whatever you've given me, but I hope you like it anyway."

I laughed. Of course I'd like it. I'd like anything she gave me. I opened the box – it was a watch, one that resembled my older one, which I'd accidentally smashed when I dropped it.

Gabi was looking at me eagerly, so I gave her a kiss on the head and told her, "I love it. Thank you, baby."

She smiled and started digging into her plate again. "Are you seriously going to put it on now?" she asked as I tried it on. "Don't wear a watch around at home, it looks so lame."

"Hey!" I laughed. "I never want to take it off."

Her hands went immediately to her neck, where she always wore the necklace that I'd given her – except this time, it wasn't there. I watched as her eyes widened, her hands slapping her neck trying to find it. She stood up, a look of complete fear on her face, placed our plates and glasses on the table, and started ruffling the sheets around.

"Where is it?" she asked, looking at me in dismay. "Where's my necklace? Did you see it?"

Before I could respond, she ran out into the living room and started messing up the couch trying to find it, before she started crawling around on the floor examining every inch of it. She ran around the apartment, opening every drawer and every wardrobe, but she couldn't find it.