By Sunday, I'm all geared up to hit the beach. However, I did struggle with a few aspects of packing; for example, all my bathing suits are way too small for me now and eventually I had to buy maternity bathing suits.
I'm excited, of course, but also worried. I mean, I'm pregnant. I assure myself that as long as I keep myself safe and I'm careful, the baby and I will be fine.
"Are you ready to have some fun?!" Eva screeches when her family's car pulls up and I sit in the back seat next to her.
"No," I shake my head.
Eva's face falls. "You're not?"
"I'm ready to have a LOT fun!" I explain with a fit of giggles.
Eva sighs with relief. "Whew. I thought you were serious."
I shake my head, chuckling.
At 2:30, we arrive at the airport and endure the long, endless check-in process. By 5:00, we go on board, and we're flying off to Golden, Florida!
Dylan and Gina sit together. Eva, Mitchell, and I sit together.
Eva isn't mad at Mitch anymore, by the way. A while ago, she forgave him. Now they're back to being brother-and-sister who actually gets along with each other.
Mitchell sits by the window, I sit in the middle, and Eva sits on the right side of me.
Everyone except for Mitch and I fall asleep.
"You're fat," Mitchell comments, smirking.
I pinch his arm. "Mitchell!"
"Just joking." Mitchell says, grinning. "You've gained weight, but you're still beautiful."
My heart melts when he tells me that I'm beautiful. He's so sweet.
"Thanks," I say softly. The corners of my mouth turns up, my teeth expose itself; I'm grinning ear by ear. My face turns red; I'm blushing.
"You're welcome." Mitchell's deep, dark eyes shine with joy.
I rest my head on his chest. Our hands interlace. Mitchell kisses me on my forehead; his lips are so soft, so smooth, so warm.
"I love you," I confess without even thinking.
To my surprise, Mitchell says immediately, "I love you too."
Our relationship feels so wrong yet so right. He's my best friend's brother, I'm his sister's best friend. He's 3 years older than me. But we don't care. We still love each other in spite of the circumstances.
My eyelids droop. I yawn.
"Go to sleep, my darling," Mitchell coos.
Darling.
That affectionate nickname...aah!
"Goodnight," I mumble as I close my eyes and bury my face into his shirt.
"Goodnight," He whispers.
I start to fall asleep. Before my thoughts turn into dreams, I hear him say:
"I want Cassandra Nicole Somers, the love of my life, be my girlfriend."
YOU ARE READING
A Perfect Mistake
Teen Fiction"Cassie, sweetie, please do me a huge favor." "What is it, Mom?" "Do. Not. Get. Pregnant." "Ever?" "I mean, don't get pregnant in your teen years." "Okay, Mom, I won't." My mom trusted me to keep my promise....I was 13 and in middle school at the ti...
