You'll Be In My Heart

Chapter 5

*March 24th, 2018*

MIAH'S POV.

Emma's right. She's right and it pisses me off just how right she is about it all. Marshall isn't what I need, but he's definitely everything I want.

Blue, dominant eyes. Dark hair. Dark beard that wraps gently around his sweet face. His cute little nose. His big, but still precious Mickey Mouse ears. His kissable lips. He's everything I would ever want in a guy! Everything. He even wants me back unlike most guys. So why am I sitting her agreeing that what him and I have isn't going to work anymore?

Tommy purposed to Emma and I want that for Marshall and I, but he hasn't even introduced me to all of his kids yet. I get they're busy, but that busy to the point where they won't meet his girlfriend of a year? It's not just that. He isn't serious about us. He acts like we're still in the first week of dating and that we're just having fun. Not like we're going any where with this.

I don't really blame him for wanting me to not meet the older girls just yet. My meeting with Whitney didn't go well you could say. It went fucking awful.

I'm 20 years younger than her father and she didn't like the fact that her and I are only about nine years apart. I can't help that I like older guys okay. Daddy issues I guess. Marshall certainly doesn't seem to mind- or he didn't, but maybe that's why he hasn't dropped down to his knee and purposed to me yet.

Maybe I'm too young. He's 45 and I'm 25 so maybe it doesn't bother him or I don't know. Why am I thinking this? This has to be a simple block in our relationship I have to be able to get over this.

No. It's not that I'm too young. It's normal to want a family when you're younger. Maybe not this young, but I would like to know that there's a chance we could have a life. A happy life together forever.

Maybe I should call him and ask. No because then he'll freak out at the mention of the word marry. It's nothing. I'm creating a fake problem.

"Miah! Tommy and I are gonna go get dinner. Want to come?" Emma pops into my room dressed to catch every guy's eye in the room.

It's not the purple dress that wears or the way she lets her short curled hair bounce around her sharp jaw. It's her make up. She should be a make up artist with how incredibly talented she is at it, but instead she became an anesthesiologist. Well she's working on becoming an anesthesiologist.

I smile and shake my head, "he just asked you to marry him. You have to get used to being alone with him eventually.".

She smiles and nods, "I was just trying to get you a free meal at a really fancy place.".

"It's fine. I just want to sit in here and think for a while."

She frowns and walks in sitting across from me on my bed, "think about what?".

Emma knows me. She's been my best friend since fifth grade and we didn't realize we were best friends till sixth grade. So it took us a year to really bond and learn everything about each other.

Her life is virtually perfect. The total white, suburban family life. That is what she was raised in. She's even the basic girl we all know. Big blue eyes, perfect straight teeth, short and straight blonde hair that stops right at her shoulders. Emma is a beautiful and too kind for her own good kind of person. I couldn't have asked for a better best friend than her.