Stupid Cupid

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“True love stories never have endings” -Richard Bach

*Around four years later*

Noah and I stared at the painting that I hung on the wall.

“I can't even figure out why I love it so much,” I said to him, biting my lip.

Noah laughed. “Whatever you love, I will love too, Scar.”

I giggled as he kissed my neck, bringing his hand around to rest on my baby bump. I'm glad he liked it.

“Noah!” I squealed as he lightly bit my ear. He laughed.

We both stared up at the painting again. It was a painting of a small and adorable little cupid. He had blonde hair and bright twinkly eyes that looked like stars. He was also carrying a bow and arrow and pointing it toward a shaded couple sitting on a bench. I felt compelled to buy it somehow. I was a sucker for things like this.

“Thanks,” I said, glancing up at him with a smile. “for letting me put it up on there.”

“Well,” Noah said, giving me a peck on the lips. “I figure a happy pregnant woman is better than a not so happy pregnant woman.” He winked as I scowled and waltzed himself into the kitchen. I smiled and walked toward the window. I placed my hand against the cool glass. I looked down and admired the wedding band on my left hand. It was Valentine's Day so I couldn't help the mushy memory of when I bumped into him at the mall.

“I love that man.” I muttered, meaning every word.

Glancing up, I saw the pictures that we had displayed. A few of us, one of Donna and Kent's wedding, our wedding, and a lot more that were jumbled together. I looked back out the window and noticed something really strange.

A yellow iris was smack down in the middle of our yard. I walked away from the window and out the door, the wind blowing back my hair. I slowly bent down and plucked it up. I cradled it in my hands and slowly went back into the house.

“It means passion.”

I blinked harshly and shook my head. I think I read that somewhere...or Noah told me. He was into flowers and their meanings.

“Scarlett?” Noah called. I shot my head up and walked toward his voice. His hands were covered in flour and he gave me a bashful smile that made my heart swell.

Love.

That's what I live for.

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 “There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.” - Sarah Dessen

-Cupid sends his love ^.^