When I woke up, Elena was sitting by me, in my shirt, smiling. "I love you, baby," I said with a smile. "I will always love you more," she said as she looked up at the ceiling. "I want to be with you...forever...I know that it won't be easy, but...," she looked at me, serious now, "your the one for me, and theres something in your eyes that tells me you feel the same..." She trailed off. "Parker, we would be beauti-," I cut her off. "I want you forever and I don't care what it takes, but I will marry you, when I don't know, but I will." At this, she smiled. And like that, it was for real. There was no going back, and I was glad for that. "You know," she said, "I thought for a scared moment that you were just using me, but now that you've said that, I know that I was very wrong, and I'm sorry for that." "Oh don't be sorry, I thought the same thing, and I knew that the second that I woke up, and when you weren't gone, that this was for real," I admitted, "we better eat something, babe, I mean I don't want my girl starving." "Ok, I guess we wouldn't want that, so sounds like an idea," she replied.
I threw on my boxers and pants and watched Elena dress. She was beautiful. Her sleek body, cloaked in my shirt as she danced arround the room looking for her shorts, witch I secretly hid under my chest as I lied in my bed. "Ha ha very funny honey, hand em' over," she saw the denem peek uot from under my body. "No, your gonna have to wrestle me for them," I tesed. She tackled me. I tickled her. And we kissed (again). Finally, I gave in and let her have them. Damn, was she hot?!
"So, wanna go make waffles with me?," I asked. "Sure," she replied with a smirk and a wink. We walked down stairs, and into the kitchen. I got out the waffle iron, and the mix, as she measured out 1 cup of water. We proceded to mix the batter and start the first waffle. "You really wanna do this don't you, baby?," Elena finally broke the silence. "What do you mean?," I asked. "You do want to get married to me don't you?," she explained, "I mean, your not a joke? Your too good to be true, and I'm sorry that I'm doubting you, but I have trust isseus. My dad beat and bruised me and my mom ever since she got pregnant with me and I'v witnesed him kill my little brother," she started to cry now. "Hey, hey, it's ok, sweetheart," I comforted her, "ssshhhhh, it's ok, your here with me, and away from him for now," I pulled her into a hug, and kissed her forhead. Elena sliffeled, "what's burning?" "Oh shit!" I sprinted into the kitchen, and opened the iron. Quickly I flicked the 'waffle' out and unpluged it. "You see city slicker," she started, "your supposed to take them out before you can use them as hocky pucks," she smiled. "Here," I replied, "you do the rest." Gladly, Elena grabed the batter and made the second one. When she was finished with the batter? Perfect waffles.
