12:26 | n.g.

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TYSFM FOR 26K+ READS OH MI GOD

i finally saw annabelle tHE OTHER NIGHT AND I SHIT SO MANY BRICKS

u guys should kik me some selfies and ill make yall beautiful people my profile pic! ill change it every once and a while. my kik is in my bio thingy

its kinda sad bc 12:26 is almost over. im thinkin like 5 or 6 more chapters and an epilogue??

btw if u dont remember nash's family from the earlier chapters then they are in here again

btw i skipped halloween purposely. dont hate me bc halloween is my fave holiday

ok enjoy this short shitty chapter that is actually important towards the end.

yall r gonna hate me OMG ILYG OK

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"It seemed as though I were numb, but I don't believe it was caused by the cold weather."

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"Shh. They might hear us," Nash whispered, running his hands up my bare thighs.

I nodded, pulling him into me for a brief kiss. I laid back on my bed, Nash hovering above me. He leaned down, sucking the soft spot on my neck harshly, soft moans and pants leaving my mouth. I bucked my hips forward, begging for more, yet we both knew our alone time would soon come to a close.

He trailed kisses down my chest, a sigh leaving my mouth. I didn't want this moment to end. I sat up, laying my head against the backboard of my bed, Nash laying down on top of me, his head resting on my stomach.

"I love you," He said, his bue eyes practically glistening from the setting sun outside my window.

I tangled my fingers in his hair. "I love you, too."

He pulled my shirt up slightly and pressed a kiss to my hipbone. "More than Justin Bieber?"

I smiled to him softly. "More than Justin Bieber."

He sat up happily, his eyes wide. "Holy shit. That's alot."

I nodded. "I know."

He crawled on top of me, peppering me with kisses. "Babe," He squealed, tickling my sides.

I giggled, pushing him away. "Nash, oh my God."

He laughed and pulled me out of bed, dragging me downstairs to complete and utter choas. Anna and Dad invited Nash's family over for Thanksgiving and well, people were everywhere. Hannah was playing with Will, Anna and Camilla were talking about some recipe while the turkey finished up in the oven, and Gramps, dad, and Brett were watching football. I sighed as I took it all in. It was too perfect.

"Nash, honey, go to my car and get that cooking magazine I got this morning," Camilla smiled to him.

Nash nodded and walked outside obediantly. Anna and Camilla pulled me into the kitchen with them, the smell of beautiful foods wafting through the air.

"Willow, we wanted to ask you something," Anna said nervously, a blush on her cheeks.

I looked at them confused. "What?"

Camilla rested her hand on my arm tenderly. "Have you and Nash done anything inappropriate? Be honest."

I felt a burning blush rise to my cheeks. "Um." Nash walked in before I could say anymore. "Thank God," I mumbled, wrapping my arm around his waist as he handed the magazine to his mother.

He wrapped his arm around me tightly. "What's wrong?" He asked, laughing.

I shook my head, Anna and Camilla both smirking. "Nothing."

Camilla sighed."I guess I better get the rest. Dinner is almost ready." She walked by, clamping a hand on Nash's shoulder. "Make sure you wrap it, son. I'm not ready to be a grandmother just yet."

Anna double over with laughter and Nash and I stood there, wide-eyed.

This should be fun.

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Nash's soft lips kissed each of my fingertips softly as we layed in the grass of my background, looking at the beautiful stars above us. The sound of crickets filled our ears. He looked at me like I was the most radiant star out there, though there was a sea of them above us.

"Willow?"

I smiled at him. "Yeah?" My fingers lacing with his tightly.

"You're really beautiful."

I bit my lip, a smile spreading across my face. "Thank you, Nash."

He was silent. "Dinner was alright, I guess."

I laughed, recalling the night. It was relatively normal, filled with everyday conversation and good food. It did get a little wierd when Gramps brought up herpes and sex, but besides that, it was an okay night.

I nodded. "Yeah."

His thumb rubbed my hand softly. "Do you think you would ever marry me?"

I smiled softly, picturing myself walking down the aisle with dad by my side and a room of people I loved surrounding me. Then, I pictured Nash standing at the end, his hair messy from him nervously running his fingers through it and his tie not completely straight. I pictured a nervous smile on his lips and his hands sweaty as he held them in front of him.

I blinked away the visual. "Of course."

"What do you think our first dance would be to?" He looked over at me.

I shrugged. "Who knows with us."

He smiled. "If we're both being honest, it would probably be Justin Bieber."

I felt my heart race, words blurting from my lips before I could stop them. "Who needs Justin Bieber when I have you already."

He looked at me, tears welling in his beautiful, blue eyes. "Willow," He whimpered.

"What?" I nuzzled my head into his neck. I left a soft kiss on his skin.

He sat up, pulling me up with him, his eyes level with mine. "Willow, I have to tell you something."

I smiled, rolling my eyes. "Okay. Go for it."

He looked at me with sad, dreary eyes, taking a deep breath and exhaling. "I'm dying."

It took a minute for what he said to set in, my heart beat slowing. My smile slowly ripped away, the breaking of my heart the only thing I could hear.

When I blinked, my visions of us sitting on the backporch, rocking our grandchildren or the visions of us getting married or growing old together or starting a family seemed to vanish piece by piece until I was left with nothing but a broken heart, violent sobbing, and a throbbing head.