After 'Cut' is Called, a Sprousehart Story

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~Cole's p.o.v.~

It's Sunday now and we just got back from the hospital a couple of hours ago. Lili had to stay in overnight and I didn't leave her side for more than an hour because I was worried she would faint again. Lili is sleeping in my arms. We are at her place because she feels more comfortable here. I would and will do anything to make sure she stays out of the hospital; the whole time she was in there I could tell how scared she was and every time the door opened she looked anxious. It honestly breaks my heart to see her feel this way.

I close my eyes and drift back off to sleep because it's Sunday and we have both had a rough couple of days and we both deserve some rest. I fall back off to sleep holding Lili close to me.

When I awaken Lili is not there so, I get up and check the bathroom but the door is open and she isn't in there. Then I check the kitchen and she isn't their either. I then go back to the bedroom to make sure she isn't there and I'm not hallucinating when I hear the keys in the door. In walks Lili with a bag of groceries in hand. "Where have you been?" I ask as I walk to the kitchen where she is standing. "Sorry, I wanted to make you breakfast but we didn't have any food so I went to the shops. Sorry, are you mad?" She says looking down. "Of course I am not mad I was just worried because I didn't know where you were," I say lifting her chin so our eyes connected. "Okay, I'll start cooking then." she grabbed the bag of groceries and began to move when I took her hips, turned her to face me and said "Lili, the doctor said for you not to do anything strenuous, high movement or anything involving pressure for the next few days, and I'm pretty sure cooking a 4 course breakfast involves all of those things!" "Okay then, what do you expect for breakfast then?" She says in response giggling at the end. "I'll cook" I suggest proudly. "Cole, I don't think you can cook, I mean I ate one of your meals once and it was pretty bad." She says laughing her head off. "Hey, breakfast is my favourite meal and it also happens to be the one I am best at cooking for," I say in a silly stern voice. "Okay be my guest then," she says then moved out of the way. She takes a seat at one of the bench stools and watches over me.

~Lili's p.o.v.~

I left the apartment to get groceries, well at least that's what I keep telling myself. The real reason I left was because I couldn't stand to be in there for another minute. That place made me think of all the bad things that have happened to me. I mean it smelt like home but when I think of home I feel depressed because I hardly ever get to see my family anymore. I just want to see them. But I don't want to leave Cole. He makes me feel something I have never felt with anyone else. He is nothing like my other boyfriends. He takes things at my pace and he wants me to be happy, which is a good change.

I go into the store and the whole time all I can think is what if someone recognises me when I look like this. Or what is people come up to me and tell me how much they hate me or how unholy I am. Then I stop. Why am I thinking this. I don't need their approval, but their approval wouldn't be bad either.

I get my things and head back to my dreaded apartment. When I get in there Cole comes out. He is so sweet. "I'll cook" he says which makes me laugh then I take a seat on a stool just sitting and admiring him. He is so hot.

He is making French toast, I think. He actually isn't too bad and he knows what he is doing. We have my music blasting through the apartment, we are both singing and dancing along then I stop to think. This is what I want my life to be like. I want to be doing this every Sunday morning with Cole, hopefully one day with kids. Hopefully four, and not have a care in the world at this very moment. Then I close my eyes and count in my head 1.. 2.. 3.. just to make sure I'm not dreaming. I'm not. I open my eyes and still see the person I am going to marry standing there. God how I love him. Wait I love him. I love him so much. But I'm not going to tell him that yet. We have only been together not even a week and I don't want to mess things up. Oh God how I love him.

He gives me a plate with freshly cut strawberries, raspberries and blueberries covering the French toast. There is icing sugar covering that toast and it looks absolutely magnificent. It even looks like something you could get at a caffe, it's that good. "Wow you really weren't lying when you said you could cook" I say surprised "well I would never lie to you Lili Billi" he says as he put a spot of his whipped cream on my nose "Lili Billi, that's new. You better not say that in public though because I don't want it to catch on." I say laughing. He then comes around to where I am sitting, kisses my nose to get the whipped cream off then says "You know Lili I am always here if you need to talk ever! I will stay up till 4 am if you want to talk or I will even stay up all night. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you and I really do mean that." I just smile and kiss his lips as he smiles too. Oh how I never want this to end.

Wow three days in a row. This is something different. 

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