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I'd always been short, but the average height for my age group. Brad on the other hand, was a giant. even being the shortest in the band, he was nothing compared to me.
he towered over me, causing me to have to stand on my very tiptoes to wrap my arms about his neck (I usually went for his waist anyways...) or even to kiss him.
So, when I had to reach for something in the cupboard and he wasn't around, it usually ended up with me standing on a chair, or on the counter itself trying to reach the object.
However, if he was around and I asked for help, it would typically end in him teasing me about my height, me pretending to be upset just so I could hear him tell me how much he loves my height and how sorry he is that he made me feel bad. I'd laugh and tell him I was joking, only for him to go back and tease me once more.
Today was nothing new... this situation all over again. I was baking my famous chocolate chip cookies that Brad and the boys had claimed to be the best in the world.
I was searching for the cookie sheets which had magically 'disappeared' the day after Brad offer to unload my dishwasher for me. I was currently kneeling on the cupboard when I heard a husky voice from the doorway.
"Need some help there, babe?" Brad snickered and smirked showing his amazing smile.
"Haha, very funny, Bradley." I spoke, sarcasm extruding very obviously from my mouth. "But yes, some help would be lovely."
He said no words, yet, and grabbed my waist to help me off the counter top.
"Where'd you put the cookie sheets?" I questioned him, admiring him as he stretched to the top shelf in the cupboard.
"Right here! Can't believe you couldn't find it, I mean it's not that high up, is it?"
"Brad! you know I can't reach that shelf!" I pouted.
"Awe, sorry short stuff."
"Shut up." I hit his chest playfully and took the cookie sheets from his hands, laying them on the table.
"You know I love your height, right?" he pulled me in for a hug. "The perfect height to hug you and kiss the top of your head. we fit together like perfect puzzle pieces."
"I love you," I smiled up at him, pecking his lips. "So much."
"And I love you, shorty." he giggled a little and waved me off to finish my baking.
"Leave me be! Don't need any distractions, thank you!" I scolded him as he grabbed a finger full of dough from the bowl and ran off into the living room.
