Can You Keep A Secret?

Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen

           

-Mikey's POV-

            "Good morning, sunshine." I smiled, propping myself up on one elbow while I watched Liv slowly come back to the land of the living. In the few days that we'd been there, New York City had been nothing but sun – Hello, America.

            "Hi," Liv muttered sleepily, stretching out her arms to awaken her muscles.

            "You're cute in the morning, did you know that?" I remarked, and she grinned, still not awake enough yet to fight back. I pulled her closer and kissed her cheek, the tip of her nose, the bottom of her chin...She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips, long and slow and endearing, a kiss that said a thousand things and meant "I'm yours."

            "I feel like we're on a honeymoon," I said once we pulled apart.

            "Just minus the wedding," She added.

            "I know I asked before, but...Do you really think we can last forever? You never really gave me a solid answer last time."

            "I mean, there's no real way of knowing..." Her voice trailed off as she thought about it. I held my breath until she spoke again. "But right now, I can't see my love for you ever ending. So, yes."

            I hoped that she was right. In that moment, my heart felt so full – Even if we weren't in New York City, I still would've been content. It was simply enough for me to be laying there, with the love of my life in my arms, her head tucked into the crook of my elbow, her hair splayed out across the pillows, and her eyes sparkling as she smiled up at me.

            "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen," I stated seriously, feeling like I could look at her forever, admiring every inch of her body, if she would let me.

            "I'm not," She protested, but she was blushing.

            "You are," I insisted, and she let my hands travel down her curves. She didn't see that she was perfect, and, as sad as the thought made me, she probably never would.

            "I hope I get to spend the rest of my life with you." I pondered aloud, planting a kiss on her collarbone. "So that every day I can tell you how gorgeous you are." I let a kiss on the top of her shoulder. "And how much you mean to me." I looked back up at her face, feeling my heart beating hard against my chest. I rested my hand over where hers was so that I could feel hers, too. Every second seeped with magic, erasing everything that had gone wrong. There was only good in the world as I kissed her again. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world to have found the person that I was meant to be with at such a young age.

            "And one day, maybe..." I picked up where I had left off. "Maybe you will finally be able to see yourself the way that I see you." And she was crying, soft, happy tears, and I wiped them off with the tip of my thumb and filled the air with "I-love-you's." And then we spoke, about nothing and everything, talking just to hear our own voices, until, inevitably, the topic of conversation turned to food as our stomachs took control of our minds.

            "You know what I've always liked the thought of?" She asked, licking her lips. It made me want to skip breakfast and just eat her instead.

            "What is that, baby?" I asked, restraining myself.

            "Those waffles with the whipped cream and strawberries on top?" It came out as a question, and I knew it was her way of asking if we could go out and get some.

            "You know what?" I asked, and she shook her head, giving me the go-ahead to continue on. "How about I go and get you some while you stay in here, and you can have an elegant breakfast in bed?"

            "You don't have to do that," She said, but I knew that she wanted me to. "I could come with you." She began to sit up, but I gently pushed her back down.

            "Don't. I want to treat my babygirl." I pulled out a pet name, and she raised her eyebrows.

            "Don't expect me to start calling you daddy." I laughed, kissing her once more before forcing myself to get out of bed.

            "I wouldn't dream of it. See you again in a few minutes?" I asked whilst quickly pulling on some clothes and tying up my sneakers.

            "If you insist. Come back soon, though," She winked. I hesitated in the doorway, not wanting to leave her. "You can go," She giggled, motioning for me to leave. "The sooner you go, the sooner you can come back!" I dashed forward to kiss her one last time before leaving.

            My head and heart were singing, and I hummed under my breath. The world sure was a beautiful place, and I was happy to be in it. Maybe someday, Liv and I would travel all over the place – Or maybe we would stay and settle down, and I would never know anything except for her eyes and aura and love. As long as she would be with me, I didn't care. All I could see was me and her forever, and I loved the view of it.