heaven's child » j.o

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I bit my lip and smiled at him, watching his beautiful eyes watch mine in sync as we laid together in my bed—well, my bed. He had just moved into my apartment to make matters easier for his family at home. Regardless, I think it was one of the best decisions we have ever made as a young couple.

He smiled and propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at me in my silk sheets. He moved a piece of my hair out of my face and behind my ear.

"What?" I smiled, feeling myself blush as his thumb caressed my cheek, his eyes staying on mine.

He shook his head, but kept looking at me.

I lightly punched him in the arm and giggled, covering my face with my two hands. "What!"

"You're beautiful."

I slowly put my hands down and allowed my eyes to meet his, letting go of the intense heat in my cheeks. We stayed in that position for about two minutes before I sat up, pressing my lips against his in the gentlest of ways.

"What do you want me to cook for you, hm?"

He smiled with his teeth showing, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my cheek. "You're amazing, you know that, right?"

I laughed and laid myself down, looking up at him. "I just asked you what you wanted me to cook for you, that doesn't make me Superwoman," I giggled.

"No, silly, but it makes you my closest companion. You know how much that means to me," he laid next to me, our foreheads touching. We were so close I could feel his eyelashes brush occasionally against my cheekbone.

"I know," I whispered, kissing him on the lower lip. "So are you going to tell me what you want me to make you?"

"I think she passed out."

"Excuse me, her baby is crying—why isn't anyone doing anything about it?"

"Somebody do something with her, that's my daughter!"

"Mrs. Olson, please calm down, Carmen's going to be fine—"

"I'm losing my baby! Look at her! Charli, look at her! She's barely breathing!"

"I really like that one, ironically," he pointed at a picture of us that was just shot yesterday at our engagement photo shoot.

"I don't know about that one, babe. I feel like it's too soft for a wedding invitation. I don't think it would look too pretty."

"What, we have to be bold?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "Baby, we might as well send digital invitations then if this is how it's going to be."

"Absolutely not—"

"Okay then!" He laughed, kissing my cheek. "Trust me on this one. If you get to pick the venue, and the theme of the after party, and the design of the cake, then trust me with the invitations, okay? You worry too much."

I sighed and smiled, nodding my head. "I'm sorry, you're right. Let's give it a try then, why not."

"Carmen! Baby! Please wake up, Momma's here! Please, Carmen, I'm begging you, wake up!"