"Hey headass, come here." Vanessa called playfully as I played a random song on the piano. "Babyyyy!" She whined when I didn't respond.
"Yes my queen?" I questioned once I picked up on her voice. She ran over before dramatically dropping down on my lap.
"I'm sleepy." I smiled, starting to play Japanese Denim since I knew it was her favorite song. "Mm I love this song." She sighed out, shoving her head into my neck and humming quietly to the lyrics. "What time is the flight?"
"We have five hours, get some sleep and I'll handle the rest." I felt her smile against my neck as she made herself comfortable on my lap; me still playing the soft song.
Once I heard the small snore leave her mouth, I stopped playing and carried her to our bed where a pile of clothes laid on her side, unpacked. I rolled my eyes playfully and laid her on my side before grabbing her Louis Vuitton suitcase and starting to fold her clothes.
Vanessa's been working her ass off the past two weeks to get her own clothing brand off the ground. Not only does she have her own brand coming out, she's also partnered with Tommy Hilfiger for a collab.
She's been doing photoshoot after photoshoot with either other models or herself. She needed a break which is why this trip to Hawaii would be perfect. She could retouch with her roots a bit and see her mom after God knows how long.
After I finished packing her bags, including an entire separate bag of shoes because that's just how she was, I went to double check my luggage. I opened the small pocket and a smile pulled at my lips once I saw the black velvet box. I looked up at Vanessa, making sure she was still asleep, and propped the lid open. The ring that was just as drawn by Ny was shining brightly back up at me.
"What are you smiling at?" I snapped my head up and sighed when her back was still to me.
"How do you know I'm smiling?" I asked, shoving the box back into the pocket.
"You do that humming thing when you smile and you're happy." She rolled over before cuddling into my pillow, her eyes closed. "Who sent you nudes?"
I rolled my eyes, pushing my plain black suitcase to the floor. "No one I would be interested in. Unless..you think Kenny sent any on snap?" She quickly opened one eye and glared at me. "I'm kidding." I climbed into bed with her and pulled the covers over our head. "You're my wife, don't worry."
"Wife huh?" I hummed as she tangled our legs together. "Where's my ring?"
I smiled and pecked her forehead. "In the small pocket of my suitcase." She giggled and pressed her lips to my collar bone. "I'm serious, want me to go get it?"
"Shut up," she laughed out before pressing herself impossibly closer to my body. I ran my hands over her smooth back, bunching the shirt up around her upper chest. "I'm gonna be Mrs Y/ln?"
I smiled at the sound of it and nodded. "Mhm. Mrs Vanessa Y/ln." I scrunched up my nose before chuckling. "Moe sounds better. My last name sucks."
"No it doesn't." Her head raised to look down at me slightly and despite the darkness I could still see those bright orbs staring at me. "I'd be one lucky ass girl to take that last name. You know how many fan accounts are 'married' to you?" A grin slowly pulled at my lips. "So no, your last name is amazing and I can't wait to have it."
"Is that a hint?" I joked with raised eyebrows.
She took in a slow sharp breath before nodding. "Yeah basically I'm twenty three so, hurry your ass up."
I laughed out loud and pulled her back down into my arms. "Yes ma'am." If only she knew..
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"Hey," I frowned when I felt a hand lightly slap my cheek. "We landed and I gotta take a piss." I cracked my eyes open and Dion was standing besides me with his bag in his hand.
