I smooth down my dress, checking myself in the mirror. I've straightened my hair for what feels like the first time in months—it's so much longer than I realised, falling well past halfway down my back. The part that used to be shaved has grown out more than I thought, now starting to blend that you'd hardly notice how short it had been before.
My makeup is soft and natural but not forgetting my staple wing liner, fluttery lashes and pink tinted lipgloss.
I grab my perfume from the bedside table—Prada Paradoxe. Noah bought it for me a while ago, back when my usual perfume started making me feel sick in those early weeks of pregnancy, when we were still trying to keep everything quiet from everyone else and processing ourselves first. We were in Berlin airport, halfway through the Europe tour, and it was the only one I didn't immediately hate. Didn't make me nauseous or irritate my skin.
He didn't even hesitate. Just grabbed it and paid for it as if it was nothing.
It still feels too special to use every day, like one day it'll hold more meaning and become something nostalgic. Something I'll come back to and feel all over again.
"Damn Mar... you look fucking gorgeous." Noah practically growls as he steps into the bedroom.
I turn away from the mirror looking at him properly. He folds his arms leaning against the doorway, a smirk firmly painted on his face, his eyes dragging over me in a way that makes my stomach flip.
"Really?" I ask already knowing the answer I'll get, but I want to hear it anyway.
"Yeah baby girl. Like stupidly good." He says softly pushing off the door frame walking towards me.
He comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my forehead turning us both around so I can see our reflections in the mirror.
"So beautiful." He whispers and I feel goosebumps prickle my skin.
"We do look pretty good," I say, my eyes locking with his in the mirror, unable to look away.
Noah reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his phone, and without saying a word, quickly snaps a photo of us.
"Please send that to me." I smile still watching him in the mirror as he looks down at the photo, thumb moving across the screen.
"Already on it." He murmurs and my phone buzzes on the bedside table.
"You look very proud of yourself." I say opening my phone looking at the picture.
And it's true, he's beaming.
"I am." He admits planting a quick kiss to my cheek. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah, I just gotta order the uber."
"I can drive." Noah reminds me and I shake my head in disagreement.
"No way, where's the surprise in that." I wriggle my brows making him laugh, holding his hands up as if to surrender.
"Okay, you got me there."
"Nice try though." I grin grabbing my bag from the bed slipping it over my shoulder as I open the uber app putting in the location we're heading to. "I've seriously gotta get my license here before the little one arrives." I mutter matching with a driver.
"Might be a good idea." Noah smirks. "Although I do actually enjoy being your personal chauffeur."
"Yeah, yeah. C'mon they're seven minutes away." I warn gently and we make our way out the house locking up behind us.
"So how did it go with Jolly?" I ask as we stand on the curb, watching the uber crawl closer towards us on the map.
"Yeah, it went good. Really good, actually." Noah nods, excitement laces his words. "I think we might be onto something... like properly onto something... Y'know when it just clicks?"
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Just Pretend
FanfictionMargo Brown, twenty five year old writer is desperate to pave her own path and to get out of her small town. A month before she is due to put down new roots in a new city her best friend Cassidy invites her along to a concert playing it off as Marg...
