Bobcat

Chocolate Chip Cookie

Cole's POV:

I watched her happily skip down the front stairs of the art town house. The amount of happiness coming from the small freckled girl was of such a high amount that I myself couldn't help but smile. She was going to school to learn to be an art manager. I knew that she was working hard for it. She was maintaining grades in all of her classes despite our sporadic social schedule. I knew that her mom had frequently told her that it was a terrible idea before she passed, Delia had said she rather be happy than successful. I was attempting let her be both. Her mom was a sore spot for her, but Delia still understood that at the end of the day, she was still her mother. Looking at her right now though, she was so happy and in her element that her mother probably wouldn't even complain from wherever she was. I knew my mother would be so outrageously proud of her. I couldn't help but lift up my camera as she turned around slowly, her arms out reached. She grinned up at me as I snapped a picture of her turning in the snow, the sun setting behind her.

I grinned as I kept snapping pictures. Delia gently put her hands together she smiled wide at me, crinkling her nose as she leaned over slightly, her dark green jacket making her eyes brighter against the bright white snow. She was beautiful when she was in her element. She looked up happily at the old dark brick town house. She let out a soft laugh as her hands moved to her red cheeks. She was absolutely precious. I very quickly came to appreciate all of the little freckles over her nose and cheeks. She was like a chocolate chip cookie, but she was my chocolate chip cookie.

She held her hands out to me as I walked slowly down the stairs to her, pulling my camera over my shoulder. I let it rest against my back as I slid my hand into hers. Her short thin fingers wound around my wrist as she pulled me to her. The snow fell gently around us as I let my hand slide over her side. I couldn't help but smile down at the beautiful woman. It was still sinking in that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together, but even the thought made me smile even brighter. We both got still in the cold as she looked up at me with piercing green eyes, that stood out against her caramel, freckled skin. There were too many freckles over her nose and cheeks for me to count, but I got to spend the rest of my life counting them. There was nothing more in that moment that I wanted except to kiss every small freckle. She was standing in front of me, so closely, that the vapor from her lips that escaped into the cold merged with mine. The ending of the sun shown off against her skin, giving her a slight halo. I smiled down at her sheepishly.

She reached up slowly, her fingers grazing over my cheek as she smiled up at me happily. Her full lips pulled over her perfectly straight teeth as her nose crinkled again slightly causing the corners of her eyes to crinkle. She really was all I had ever asked for. A little ball of freckles and laughs and art and kindness and love all in one package.

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Delia's POV:

We walked back into the hotel that night as happy as either of us could be. Cole swung our hands as the heat hit us as we walked through the doors. I instantly raised my eyebrow as I saw Dylan leaned over the front counter on his tip toes. I gently pulled my hand from Cole's before running up behind him quickly, smirking softly as I pinched his sides. He instantly jumped, clearly startled, before slowly turning around with red cheeks.

"Whatcha doin'?" I asked in an almost teasing like manner. His cheeks were still red as he pushed his fingers through his hair, not making eye contact.

"One of the cleaning ladies found my, uh-" he started. He didn't even have to finish that sentence before I saw the small bag sitting on the desk through the little opening. I raised my eye brow before making eye contact with him. "They took it from me. They're upstairs searching my room for anything else before they call the cops. They're probably in your room, too. I'm so sorry," he whispered. I glanced up at Cole who shrugged it away with a slight frown. We didn't have anything else. We weren't stupid enough to bring something like that across the boarder. All that was a threat was the small baggie sitting on the front counter. I could fix it.