Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Shakespeare

Skylar's P.O.V.

Hello Friday!

I roll over to face Grayson, who lays sound asleep with his arms around me.

I lightly cup his cheek in one hand and stroke my thumb over his smooth skin.

His eyes flutter open and meet mine. Instantly, his tired expression changes to a wide grin.

"Good morning my beautiful girlfriend. I love you very much."

"Babe. I love you, but this sudden bubbliness is really  getting on my nerves."

"Sorry baby." He chuckles. "Hey, I think that's the first time you've called me anything other than my name."

"No, I call you asshole and dumbass all the time." I say with a smirk.

He glares playfully at me and rolls his eyes.

"I meant like a nice name. One of the cute, couply ones."

"I don't think 'couply' is a word." I point out.

"Oh hush you little smartass."

I gasp dramatically and place a hand over my heart. Scooting away from him slightly, I cover my face with my hands.

"You're so mean! You're going to make me cry."

I peek through my fingers just in time to see his eyes widen in fear. Without hesitation, he shoots to a sitting position and yanks me onto his lap.

He shoves my face into his shoulder and runs his fingers through my hair, while his free arm wraps tightly around my waist.

"No. No, no, no, no, no. I won't ever let you cry. And I will never ever be the cause of your tears." He promises. "If I ever make you cry, I'll make sure they're tears of joy. Like when I propose to you, or when I buy us our own home. Or when we bring our first child home from the hospital."

He tightens his hold on me as he speaks. With each word, he is making me cry. But he's right, they're tears of joy. Tears of love that I have for this man.

"If our first baby's a boy, I can go out and teach him to play ball. We'll build things together, then break them when we're done." He continues. "If it's a girl, then I'll never let her be sad. She would be so beautiful, just like you. And she's sure to be a heartbreaker. But I'll tell you right now, she will never get a boyfriend. No guy will ever be good enough for her. Her brothers will always try to protect her, even if they're younger."

I bite my lip to contain an 'awe' as he speaks about our future children.

"Our son would be strong and handsome, but he wouldn't hurt girls. He wouldn't make the same mistake I made. He'll be kind, and loyal, and a true gentleman. Our daughter would be like his best friend. They would do everything together. Then they'll become teenagers and start hating each other, but they'll always come through for one another in the end. We'll be married, in a big home, full of love and joy. And we'll be happy. We'll be the neighborhood's model family, the one that everyone else envies. It'll all just be perfect."

I pull away from his shoulder as he finishes. Tears slowly run down my cheeks as I stare at him admirably.

"No baby, please don't cry."

I bite my bottom lip and shake my head in amazement.

"I love you so much." I whisper.

And with that, I dive into his arms, knocking him backward into a laying position with me on top of him.