Bailey pops her head out of the bathroom. "Grayson." She pouts.
I look up. "Yeah baby?"
"I'm nervous. I don't like my outfit."
"Cm'here, I'll letcha know if it's appropriate."
She walks out, wearing a maroon cropped camisole, white, high waisted, ripped, skinny jeans, maroon and white Vans, a gold bracelet, and gold rings. Her makeup is done dark naturally, with pink lipstick and we did her nails nude yesterday. Finally, a maroon now holds the top of her hair back.
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"Babe, you look great." I smile, standing up.
She smiles. "Okay. And thank you."
I walk over and hold her hips. "You're s'cute babe."
Bailey blushes. "Stop it."
"Now, cmon, to the airport for a half an hour flight." I smile, taking her hand. "I love you."
"I love you more."
"Impossible." I kiss her cheek and we leave.
The uber drives us to the airport, and from there, we go through security to get on the plane.
