cutie ✧･ﾟ wilk

seven

anastasia ramirez;

"i'm sorry about monday night, the whole nate thing," sammy told me, whilst he took ivanna from my hands and held her in his own hands as she poked at him, giggling 'sammy, stop!' as he returned the playful gestures.

"it's fine, it's fine." i smiled, not wanting for him to apologise for his friends request. it wasn't like it bothered me either. after all, he was only asking if i fancied going out with them on friday.

"it's not." he replied, pulling ivanna up onto his shoulders as she ran her hands through his hair, pulling at it before she made it fluffy and rested her head there, causing him to chuckle. it was a while before he finished his sentence, occupied with ivanna instead. "honestly though, i didn't want him to pressure you into coming out with us. i mean, sometimes we get a little crazy."

"just sometimes?" i questioned, raising an eyebrow.

he saw what i was hinting at and gave a grin, slapping my arm playfully causing me to just stick my tongue out at him.

"fine, often! jesus! how much do you actually know about me?"

"not a lot sammy." i laughed. "you and your friends just seem like the kinda people."

he raised his eyebrows, trying to look offended but he failed miserably. i guess ivanna noticed his 'sadness' because she immediately perked up, tapping at him and squealing his name, doing things in attempts to get him to smile.

"next you'll be saying i'm the type to rob a bank!"

"maybe you are," i questioned, shrugging my shoulders, laughing. "i mean, you could run away with ivanna right now for all i know."

"i mean, who wouldn't run away with this cutie, huh?" he pulled her down from his shoulders, putting her down on the floor as she hopped up and down, before he bent down and she poked at him, dragging him over to the park as soon as it was in eyes sight.

"SAMMMMMYYYY!" she squealed, pointing over to the park in the distance, "swing, swing!"

"do you wanna go over there? would you like that, huh?" he asked, laughing as she got excited all of a sudden and poked at his cheeks, nodding. "alright, baby, we'll go."

it didn't even bother me that he'd just called my baby, baby.

anybody else like that i'd of probably got pissed at, quickly.

i mean, there was this one guy a year ago who i was going on dates with who honestly i'm glad it never worked out with. ivanna didn't get excited around him at all; she didn't interact with him how she did with sammy, not once. we used to take her out places and she showed no interest. but right now we were about a five minute walk from the park and she was already squealing about it, poking at sammy, mid conversation with him whilst trying to drag all 6 foot of him over to it.

he'd also called her baby once, this guy, and she didn't like it. it also didn't feel right.

but with sammy, it felt right.

what am i saying, i haven't even known him that long.

no, my guts was telling me this was right.