(Smut warning)
I sat in the waiting room, playing with the new engagement ring on my finger.
Grace came out of the room and walked over to me before kissing me on the cheek.
When we got home and went in my room, I asked, "So, how was it?"
"Eh, therapy as usual." She responded with.
"So, crappy?"
"Yes." She smiled up at me.
"You're really short." I commented, giggling slightly.
"Shut up." She looked away but I could see the smile growing on her face.
"I'm fun sized." She muttered.
"You are. You're my beautiful fun sized Frank." I said and kissed her.
"Even after 4 years it still makes my heart skip a beat when you call me beautiful." She said, looking into my eyes after we broke apart.
I smiled.
"Well it's true." I said, kissing her again.
"It's not. But I don't wanna argue with you." Grace muttered into the kiss.
I pulled away.
"It is. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." I said.
"You're so beautiful that that doesn't even begin to describe your beauty. You're beautiful and pretty and cute and adorable and hot and sexy and every other word for beautiful." I looked into her beautiful brown eyes. I'd always loved her eyes. They were so pretty, just like her.
Grace smiled wider and blushed slightly.
"... I- I'm not..." She muttered.
"You are. Don't argue. You know you won't win." I said and kissed her nose.
"You're beautiful." I said, pressing my forehead to hers.
"You're crazy." She muttered.
"Yes I am. Crazy about you." I smiled and kissed her.
She giggled.
"There's that cute little giggle." I smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear.
She giggled again.
"You know I love it when you do that." She giggled.
"Yes I do. That's why I do it."
Grace rested her head on my chest and yawned.
"Tired?" I asked.
"I'm an insomniac. I'm always tired." She said, yawning again.
"Have you been having the dreams again?" I asked.
"...every once in a while."
I kissed her forehead.
"Wanna sleep in my arms?" I asked.
Grace yawned again.
"Please." She responded, looking up at me with tired eyes.
I laid back on my bed and pulled Grace in my arms.
She curled up in my arms and snuggled up in my chest.
She kissed my chest before closing her eyes and falling asleep.
She must've been really really really tired.
She had to have been to fall asleep that quickly.
I admired how adorable she was, snuggled up in my chest.
I kissed the top of her head.
"Sleep well, beautiful." I whispered.
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Careful What You Wish For
General FictionGrace's life is crappy. Her parents fight constantly and couldn't care less about her. She deals with depression and being suicidal and an addict. The only good thing in her life is her girlfriend, Page. After her 17th birthday, she wishes for a bet...
