I'm the Bad Boy's Princesa

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"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day."
‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭4:16‬ ‭NIV‬‬

💡Serena's POV💡

Waking up the next day, I bask in the feeling of not feeling as tired as other mornings. That's it, I'm going to school today, I've missed too much already. But there is also warmth in staying with Jacob well into the late morning. I hold him in my arms tightly, pressing my chest to his chest and listening to his softly beating heart. His breathing hardens and I raise my head to look him in the eye. His gaze on me, though clouded with sleep, hold nothing short of affection. Now I'm tempted not going to school today.

"Good morning, Princessa. You've only woken up three times last night," his husky voice tells me as his fingers curl around a loose strand of hair.

"I know, which is why I want to go to school."

His eyes widen. "Are you sure you're ready? You can wait a couple more days."

"I know I can, but I don't want to. Please don't try to convince me otherwise."

He sighs while dropping his head back on the pillow. "Fine, but don't do any sudden movements even if you've healed, and no one can give you bear hugs. I don't want you hurt."

I smile lovingly at him and lean up to kiss his pouting lips. "I love you, and I shall follow those precautions for you."

He kisses me again. "Good. Now up we go."

I giggle as he hoists us both up, tickling me in the process. My laughter permeates the air as he continues on, relentless in his attacks. Oreo barks and attempts to save me--such a brave dog I have. Jacob is prepared because he pulls me to him, holding me tight with one arm and tickling me with the fingers, and scratches Oreo's stomach with the other. Oreo is resilient... for three seconds. He gives up and lies on his back, content with the attention his is given.

"Traitor," I wheeze out.

A minute later and Jacob has deemed it worthy to cease in the tickles. I let out heaving breaths as he continues to give Oreo belly rubs. I use this distraction to get off the bed and walk to the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror is not a pretty sight. My hair is all over the place, my eyes are blotchy, my cheeks are red, my arm's scar is one full view. I can't help but look down in shame.

"You may see a disaster, but I see a strong and gorgeous woman who rose out of hell and conquered her world."

His words bring tears to my eyes. "Jacob... you sap."

I watch him from the corner of my eye as he smiles and walks over to me. He wraps his arms around me and I melt into his warmth. My eyes close, but only remain closed for a couple seconds. Jacob grabs my chin and tells me to open my eyes. I do after a moment's hesitation. I stare back at myself and him. He keeps holding onto my chin as his other arms draws a path down my side and to my thigh. He grabs the skin tightly.

"This is beautiful."
He caresses up to my stomach, lifting his shirt upwards. "These scars are powerful."
He lets go of my chin to raise the shirt all the way up and off me. I can't stop the blush from covering my face. He strokes my ribs and the sides of my breasts. "These are lovely."
He rubs the skin of my arms until he reaches the end of my scar. "This is perseverance."
He rubs my shoulders and a bit of my upper back. "These scars show love and resilience."
He holds my cheeks and turns me around so that I face him. "And this face is the face of courage and love."

"Jacob."

He kisses my lips. "You are an amazingly courageous and loving woman. You went through hell to get me back when you didn't have to. You show love to everyone, even that jackass of an ex. You are powerful, strong, compassionate, persistent, intelligent, wonderful, empathetic. There are not enough words to describe you. You are you, and these scars make up you. Don't frown at them. they show that you are still here, with everyone you love and who love you back. Just because they're ugly doesn't mean you are. They make you tough."