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I laid on the bed looking at Jasper. I smiled softly, seeing him so deep in concentration. He had paint caked on his fingers and a smudge on his cheek. I brushed some hair from my face watching as he slowly flicked the small paintbrush over the canvas with gentle strokes. "Are you almost done?" I asked
"You can't rush perfection, Lilith," Jasper says, his eyes flicking from the canvas to me. I chuckle softly leaning back into the bed. I watch him for a little while longer before he turns to me with a smile. He picks up the canvas, turning to for me to see. The painting was of me, laying the bed. My blonde hair splayed over the white pillows and a white sheet draped over my pale freckled skin. I smiled at Jasper.
"It's beautiful, Jas," I say standing up. He put the canvas back onto the easel as I joined him sitting on his lap.
"Not as beautiful as you," He whispered softly I laugh
"You are so corny, Mr. Hale," I say softly
"Only for you, Ms. Swan," I lean my forehead against his. This was my forever, my happily ever after, and I was so happy with it.
