When We Met

Forty One

|Martin|

"And then he asked me what my favorite genre is." She says happily and I chuckle at her excitement.

"You told him you have no favorite genre, right?" I ask as I slow down the car for the traffic light.

"Of course. I don't tell lies, Dylan. You should know that." She winks.

"Yep, I do know that. I'm just glad you didn't try to do stupid stuff people do in order to impress someone."

"What stupid stuff?"

"Well, one of my friends ended up talking about Fifty Shades of Grey in his interview."

Her mouth falls open.

"What?!" Okay, she's laughing like crazy. I should be worried, but seeing her this happy is just a treat for my eyes. She had been so worried about getting a new, stable job. Seeing her like this makes me realise how young and beautiful she is without any baggage of worries bothering her. I wish she'd be her real self not just around me, but every single time.

"Yeah. I don't even remember the whole thing. Just this particular part of the entire humiliating story." I say, chuckling at the thought. That was a heck of a narration.

"You'd of course remember stuff about Fifty Shades." She rolls her eyes and I look at her with a smirk.

"Why not? The girl is hot." She is, but not that much. She can't even hold a candle to my gorgeous girlfriend.

"Sure."

I want to laugh so hard right now. I love how easy it is to make Cheryl jealous of something; something that is pointless, stupid yet effective. I absolutely adore her, and I hope that she knows it.

When she doesn't say anything further, I twist my head a little to look at her and find her lips puckered into a small pout. Her arms are folded against her chest and she's looking out of the window. Her ankles are crossed together like a bow and overall, she just looks breathtaking.

I would let go of all Anastasia Steeles just to be with her.

We reach Cheryl's apartment and I park the car. Instead of unlocking the door, I grab her arm and pull her towards me. She squeals as I pick her up and make her sit on my lap, pulling her flush against my chest.

"What are you doing?" She asks, her eyes narrowing into two slits.

I don't say anything. I just lean into her and kiss her passionately. She gives in within seconds and puts her hands on my chest. I caress her cheeks with both of my thumbs and let my hands frame her face. As we pull away, I rest my forehead against hers and stare at her closed eyes.

"I love you. And only you." I say softly. Her eyes open and a small smile takes over her beautiful features. She leans into me and kisses the corner of my mouth.

"I love you more."

****

Deborah disconnects the phone and I don't know how to feel about our mother showing up a day earlier and taking her away. I mean, yeah I get it. Your only daughter is about to have a baby, but jeez, let her breathe. I'm saying this because I could hear Deb's discomfort when she called me.

Damn it.

I call her again.

She picks up on the second ring and I swear I can hear her eye roll.

"Jesus, Lan. I'm fine! Go do your girlfriend but be careful. You don't want to knock her up." She says and this time, I roll my eyes.

"Fine. You sounded off, so I was worried about you."