Miley's p.o.v
Nick and I laid in our bed wrapped up in each others arms. It was the safe haven that I never want to lose and deep down I knew that I never would.
Nick was still sound asleep and I didn't want to wake him. I knew that he wasn't getting all the rest that he needed lately and I was worried about him. He looked so peaceful as he slept and I hoped that he was having a good dream. A smile danced across my face as I watched him sleep.
I know I had a good dream. It was about Nick and I—our future together. I loved it. We had built our own house and we had a baby together. Everything in this moment, these moments, just felt right.
I know that perfect doesn't exist and I know that we will have our problems but at the end of the day, all that mattered was that we had each other.
I carefully peeled myself out of Nick's arms and went to the bathroom to freshen up before going downstairs to cook Nick some food.
I wanted to treat him like the king he was. He always treated me like a princess, like his queen, and it made me feel really special. I wanted to make sure that he knew how much I loved and appreciated him.
(FYI: I know that Miley is a Vegan in RL but in the story, she is not. Sorry!)
I started cooking one of Nick's favorite dishes; oven baked chicken. I whipped up some mash potatoes with gravy and of course corn. I got Nick to fall in love with corn. I hoped he wasn't just pretending to like it because of me.
I hurried upstairs to wake him up once I had everything prepared.
"Nick," I whispered as I tip-toed into our room. He didn't even stir. I sat down next to him and played with his fluffy hair. He needed to get a hair cut soon.
"Nick," I said whispering in his ear. I saw his eyes twitch and I smiled knowing that I would see his amazing eyes soon enough.
"Hmm," he moaned before looking up at me and our eyes locked.
"Hi," I smiled down at him. "I made you food." I said kissing his lips swiftly and getting up.
"Come back," he mumbled.
"Nope," I said walking towards the door.
"Why?" He whined.
"If you get up and come down stairs maybe I will give you more kisses." I flirted with him.
"What kind of kisses?" He asked before sitting up and smirking at me.
"Special kisses," I smirked back at him. He jolted out of bed and chased me down the stairs and into the kitchen. I giggled as I ran into the kitchen.
"Damn, it smells good in here." He said as he walked into the kitchen. His arms wrapped around my waist as my back collided with his chest. He moaned and I giggled more.
"Sit down," I sort of demanded after I pulled away from his grip. He eyed me and went to sit down at the table in the corner of the kitchen.
I put chicken on both of our plates with corn and mash potatoes and gravy. I even sliced of an avocado for myself. I walked over to the table and sat the food down in front of him before kissing his forehead.
"Wow," he said after I sat down with our drinks.
"What?" I asked looking at him.
"You didn't have to do this," he said smiling up at me.
"I know, but I wanted to." I smiled back.
"Why? Is everything okay?" He asked with concern flashing through his eyes.
