Requested by -westside . Check out her amazing story Miami. It's really good . Man everyone be putting me in my Yelich feels *cries*
Brooklyn's POV:
I'm trying to make dinner when I realize the enchilada sauce is on the top shelf. Sighing I attempt standing on my tippy toes to get it After a couple of minutes as I was about to climb the counter I feel a presence behind me. "I got it babe." I sigh and look up at my boyfriend. "Uh thanks Christian" I turn back to the stove to finish up the dish before putting in the oven. "What's wrong Brooklyn?" Shit he knows I'm upset when I use his name. Walking over to the couch I play on my phone until he comes over and takes it out of my hands. He sits beside me and turns me towards him. "Tell me." I look at him and roll my eyes. "Nothing's wrong." He knows I'm lying He gives me a stern look, speaking "Really, You sure it's nothing? Maybe the fact every time I get something for you, you have this solemn look on your face" Damn I hate when he's right. "Okay so what if it is? I can't help it. I've always been short. I'm 5'0" for christ sake ! I always need help, I wish I was able to do things on my own. And you make me feel insecure sometimes because you're tall. Even in heels, I'm still short." He looks at me, he grabs my hands, "Look Brooklyn. You mean everything to me. I love you for all you are. So what if you're short, I find it cute. I love being able to pick you up off your feet after a win.Never be insecure about your height so many girls wish they were short. Love your height because I do."
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