I woke up at seven o'clock, realizing that I had an hour to leave the house and go the office. I got up quickly, flicking the little off of me and my boyfriend's hand of my waist.
I grabbed from the wardrobe a loose gray shirt and black jeans that I put on in the bathroom. I completely forgot about my bra, but after a moment of thought I realized that I'm fucking it all and I'm not putting it on. I tied my hair, going to the kitchen, where I set the coffee in the coffee machine. Then I brushed my teeth and made a soft makeup in the bathroom, applying only concealer, then doing eyebrows and lashes. I smudged the chapped lips with a chocolate balm, then rushed to leave the room. On the way, I ran into the sleepy Clinton in the doorframe.
"Woah, don't run like this. It's seven o'clock in the fuckin morning" he grabs my shoulders "Something happened?" He looked at me, rubbing his eyes with one hand.
"I'm in a hurry 'cause I have to get something done early, but I have a shoot in downtown area, so I should be home fast" I assured him as he bent to kiss my lips.
You haven't brushed your teeth" I turned my head away from his lips.
"Eh, come on, I wanted to say hi" he sighed resignedly.
"Okay, okay." I smoothed him on the lips, stroking his neck, then walked past him, going to the kitchen, where my coffee was waiting for me. I made a sandwich that I wanted to eat on my way to work.
"I'm going to the studio today," Clinton said, entering ready, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt with an inscription. His hair was gathered in a ponytail, gray strands shine through, which seemed terrible to me. It was all due to his work.
"What about Beau?" I asked slightly surprised and disturbed.
"Mitchel wanted to go to the Monkey Grove in front of the studio with him, and then I'll come back with him for dinner afterwards" he explained, sipping soy milk from the bottle that he found in the fridge.
"It's a pity Biddi isn't here," I sighed, sipping my coffee.
"Taylor will come in a week, we'll put him with a child and we'll jump out somewhere," the dark-haired brunette smiled at me.
"It sounds like a plan" I smiled "Where?"
"I was thinking about Veil? Wanna go skiing...?" he threw up his arms.
"Nice. Talk to Taylor and book the hotel, daddy" I approached him, smacking him on the cheek, then headed for the bedroom, where our son was still in the best funny position with the face half open and the hair scattered on the pillow.
I grabbed my bag, putting on my glasses, because I needed them to drive. I went to the car, going to work.
This day began very well. Another day in heaven. But is it gonna last for a long time?
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hihi, it's nice to be back lol
