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Comfortable

The Next Morning...

(Blake P.O.V)
This morning I felt...Different, complete. With Yang putting all of her trust into me and my family has been a blessing. She gave herself to me with only little hesitation, which made me feel like I did a good job and made us have a magical night.

Before we really go into our relationship, I want to tell my parents because I really don't want them to be in the dark about this situation, they have to be told.

I take a moment to stare at Yang's beautiful face. How can you ever be so cruel to go out of your way and hurt a sweet girl like this. The thought bringing tears to my eyes. I close my eyes and shake my head trying the think of positive moments like last night, after all, this the one of the big steps of Yang actually recovering mentally.

Coming back to reality, I place kisses from Yang's forehead to her neck, coaxing her from her sleep. She stirs, but doesn't wake up entirely.

"Yang, sweetie wake up." I whisper.

Yang groans and turns facing away from me.

I giggle and get up on all fours on top of her.

"Yang if you don't get up I will do something I will regret." I warn her.

Yang doesn't even move in the slightest, so I bring out the big guns.

I start to tickle her sides, immediately waking her up.

"See I told you." I giggle still tickling her.

"O-Okay I'm aw-awake." Yang gasps, laughing.

"No, I don't think you are." I say in a lower voice.

"Y-Yes I am!" Yang shouts out of breath.

"Okay, if you say so." I say as a stop my torture.

Yang lays down, trying to slow her breathing while I kiss her nose then rest my forehead on hers.

"Good Morning." I whisper.

"Good Mor-Morning." She whispers back.

"We have a big day ahead of us, Yang." I tell her.

"We do?" She tilts her head.

"Yes it's the tell we tell my parents."

"Oh." Yang breathes.

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