Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

Games

45

.Carl.

The next morning, I awoke to the sound of rain hitting the window. It was a relaxing sound to listen to as I lounged in a big comfy bed next to my beautiful girl. Suddenly, Layla woke up and sprinted to the bathroom. I looked toward the door in confusion as I heard her throwing up. A few minutes later, she came back in the bedroom, looking flushed.

"Babe, are you okay?" I asked. Shit, I'd let her smoke too much last night.

She lay down next to me, burying her face in the pillow. "I'm fine. Just embarrassed."

I smiled and rubbed her back. "You were smoking Snoop Dogg amounts last night."

She laughed, rolling back over. "Yeah I guess my first foray into the puff-puff-pass was a little too intense."

I laughed and kissed her forehead. "Do you feel better now though?"

She nodded, nuzzling into me. I wrapped my arms around her.

When we eventually got out of bed, we made breakfast and decided to watch a movie since the rain limited our options. She sat on the couch while I looked through her family's DVDs.

"I didn't realize there were so many Nicholas Sparks movies," I laughed.

Layla laughed. "Uh, those would be my mom's."

"Awww," I grinned. "Look at all the Pixar movies! I wonder whose those could be?"

"Don't you dare pick one of those," she warned. "The intros to those movies always fuck me up. I'm PMSing and I swear to you there will be ugly tears."

I laughed, raising my eyebrows. "Noted."

"How about Little Miss Sunshine?" I held up the case. "This one's funny."

She smiled and nodded. "Good choice."

I put it on and then sat down with her. We snuggled into each other. I felt her body shake when she laughed, and it made me smile. Eventually, the part came around when Alan Arkin's character overdosed, and the shakes I felt were different. I leaned forward to get a better look at her face. She had tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Geez, babe, are you okay?" I asked, chuckling nervously as I wiped the tears away with my thumb.

"Ugh," came her reply. "I forgot there was sad shit in this movie too. Sorry for the ugly crying. I'm just super hormonal right now."

I smiled and kissed her head through her hair. "We can watch a different movie."

She sniffed, shaking her head. "No, I can pull it together. They're about to smuggle the body out to the car, and that part is super funny."

I sighed and leaned my head on hers again.

Before long, I heard her crying again.

"He wanted to be a pilot," she wailed. "He wanted it so bad and he can't do it!"

I tried to stifle a laugh as I attempted to comfort her about the fictional character's dilemma.

"Carl, what if you wanted something so bad, and then, bam! Color blind. Can't." She sniffed and wiped a tear. "I mean, he had no idea he even was! What if I am? What if you are? What if you can't be a cop bec-"

I shut her up with a kiss. "You need to calm down," I whispered against her lips. I leaned back and looked at her. "Geez, this seems kind of extreme for PMS. You're way more intense than usual."

Her eyes widened. "What? Do you think I am intense all the time?" More tears.

"Ugh, no," I attempted to backpedal. "Babe, come on. Jesus...I don't know what the right thing is to say right now."