Behind The Scenes Of Choni: A Madnessa Story [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 42

[VANESSA'S POV]
I wake up feeling a certain weight on my chest. I groan opening my eyes. My vision being blurry; I rub my eyes roughly with my hands. I look down seeing red hair scattered across my chest. I smile tracing random patterns against her back. "Baby," I whisper. She shakes her head mumbling tiredly.

I sit up pulling her into my lap, so that she is straddling me. She rests her head on my shoulder whimpering a small "Nessa". I smile kissing her head. "C'mon, baby. Up and at 'em." I giggle. She huffs lifting her head off of my shoulder with a pout.

"Happy Valentines Day, baby." I say kissing her pouting lips. "Happy Valentines Day." Madelaine says with a small smile. "So, baby. I have a surprise." I say. "Another?" She asks sheepishly. "Yes, another." I nod. "What is it?" She asks. "I can't tell you. It's a surprise." I laugh tapping her nose gently. She scrunches her nose backing away slightly.

"I will tell you this though." I say. She smiles slightly sitting up. "You need to pack." I say. She frowns furrowing her brows. "Don't be sad, Mads. You'll like this surprise. I promise." I say. "Okay." She mumbles. "Let's go get packed. We have," I look to my phone seeing it's almost seven. "Three hours. Then off to the airport we go." I say. Madelaine smiles at that.

She's always loved plane rides. Most people are terrified of them while Madelaine enjoys them. They're probably her favorite transportation, other than uber obviously. I remember first hanging out with her, she told me she loved flying. I remember thinking she was insane. I'm terrified of flying, well not so much anymore, but I was.

I've never understood what she finds so great about it, but it's Madelaine so she never actually needs a reason. If she says something is great I will think it's great. I trust Madelaine's judgment, so I always assume the things she finds great are great.

"Can we go, now?" Madelaine asks impatiently. I nod with a small chuckle. "Yeah, let's go." I say. Madelaine and I get up making sure to grab all of our things.

   We walk down the trail approaching my G-wagon. I set all of our things into the back of my car while Madelaine sits in the passenger seat.

   I get into the car with a small huff. Madelaine, however, is shaking her leg up and down anxiously while looking through the window.

   Today is going to be a good day. Today is about her. No need to over exaggerate and make everything about yourself. I set my hand on the console flexing it into a fist nervously. My nerves ease as I feel a soft, warm touch against my hand.

   I smile to myself seeing Madelaine's hand over mine. The morning sunrise shadowing our hands. Madelaine's porcelain complexion contrasting to my caramel skin. Making the sight almost aesthetic.

I unclench my fist slowly, seeing the tiny white marks on my palm. Madelaine interlaces her fingers with mine. I bring our hands up to my face kissing Madelaine's tenderly. "I love you, Madelaine." I whisper. "I love you more, babygirl." She smiles. She leans over the console and kisses my lips lightly. I smile as she pulls away. I start the car, driving out of the woods.

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   Once we get home I take out all of our things from the back of the car. Madelaine goes to unlock the door while looking back every so often. After successfully grabbing everything I close the door and follow Madelaine into the house.

   "While I put everything up can you pack for Yoshi?" I ask. Madelaine nods jogging to our room. I close the front door with my foot, walking into the kitchen as it slams close.

I look at the food debating wether, or not I should throw it away. I shrug dumping it into the trash and tossing the containers into the sink. I leave the picnic basket on the counter. Lastly, I lean my guitar against the wall before walking to our room.