To Adriana, her last year in college couldn't get any better - she was in the top of her class, her school radio show was ranked the college's most listened student-ran show, and she was already getting offers for jobs. Her life was stress-free, esp...
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A/N: Hey, y'all. Yesterday was my last day of school before Spring Break, so hopefully I have some time to update. But, I do have to work on my online class for school, so please bare with me.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter. This will just be in Adri's POV.
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Adriana
I blew my breath in frustration as I couldn't figure out what to do with my hair. I was meeting up with my mother and brother for lunch to celebrate her birthday. I had just gotten out of the shower, and didn't know if I wanted to keep my natural curls in, straighten it, put it in a bun, the list could go on.
I heard the door unlocking as I went back into my bedroom to dress myself in my bra and underwear. My baby's home, I thought.
"Baybeh'!!" He shouted throughout the house.
"Back here, honey."
He walked into the bedroom, standing there smiling. It's been a couple of weeks since his injury. Sam's really been progressing. He's back to walking without his crutches, and he's even getting back to driving. But not far distances. Like the doctor said, his recovery was really up to him. If he was dedicated, his recovery speed could go either way.
"Hey." I smiled, walking up to him. I pecked his lips.
"Hey, babe." He smirked.
"How was therapy?"
"A'ight." He shrugged. "Whea' you goin'?"
"Mommy's birthday dinner. I'm supposed to be there in, about, an hour and thirty minutes. I think." I said, walking back to the bed to pick up my jeans.
"Cool, cool." He nodded, putting his bag down. "Well, lemme' hop in'a shower real quick, I'a be out. Pick somethin' out fa' me, please." He said, going into the bathroom. I scrunched my face up as he went to turn the shower on.
"Where are you going?"
He peaked his head out of the bathroom. "Wit' you. I mean, if that's okay wit' you."
"It is." I nodded. "But I mean, are you sure you wanna go?" I asked him going into the bathroom as he hopped in the shower. "I plan to go make-up and gift shopping when I leave, and I know that can be a little boring to guys."
"Babe." He poked his head out of the shower. "If I said I'a go wit' 'cha, then I'a go."
