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(96) Careful chuckles

♡ NOAH

I stare at her from the doorway. She's curled up on my couch, wrapped in a blanket and sipping the tea I just made her. I don't know what the hell to do. I don't think I'm the right person to help her through this. I'm so scared to fuck this up.

No, not to fuck up my chance at a relationship with her. I don't even care about that right now. I'm afraid to do the wrong thing and make things worse for her. She looks so calm right now... But the way she looked on Montell's balcony... That dark cloud surrounding her so suddenly...

I sigh and step into my back yard for some fresh air. I dial the number of the one person I could talk to about this. About Ama.

He picks up rather quickly, "Do you need me to take care of the whiskey in your house while you're away? Cause I wouldn't mind going there daily to show it some love."

He laughs so hard at his own joke that I can't help but chuckle along with him and feel a bit better already. Conan waits till I'm done laughing and then asks: "What's wrong Noah?"

I tell him about Ama and he listens to it all silently. I nervously run my fingers through my hair as I wait for Conan to speak up. "Noah, just ask her. Ask her what she needs and do that. It's that simple. Put her first. Put her sanity first. Let her show you what she needs to heal. You will do fine. You have the chick-lit loving heart she needs. Trust that heart of yours."

I take a deep breath and look up at the sky, thinking about my mom. How I wish she was here right now. She always knew what to do when someone felt sad.

Conan softly says: "She's right there with you. In your heart. You can do this. Go inside and be there for Ama."

I'm about to ask him how he knew I was outside and thinking of my mom. But he's Conan. He just knows. I smile a little, "Thank you. Say hi to Laura for me."

I hang up and catch Mona coming around the corner of the house with a travel bag. She smiles at me and I smile back at her as I take the bag from her. I let her go inside first and say: "Living room is to your left. Ama is on the couch. I'll carry the bag upstairs and give you two a minute."

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♡ AMA

I feel strangely calm in his living room, wrapped in this blanket that smells like him. And this tea is pretty good too. I sip it and close my eyes.

My phone vibrates and I pull it out of my pocket. I look at the picture Mona sent me and smile. That's right. I have all the family I need in them. I am loved. By the most wonderful people in the world. I can do this. I'm not giving up dammit.

Fuck this stupid brain jumping to conclusions. Fuck this beaten-up heart and cracked soul. I am not broken. I'm a work in progress. I will rise. Stronger than before. I'm going to choose me. I'm choosing happiness.

I hear footsteps come into the living room and I know it's not Noah. A peachy scent enters my nose and I smile. It's the person I love the most in this world. She's here.

I unfold the blanket, hold my arm out and Mona sits down next to me. I wrap my arm and blanket around her and we cuddle cheek to cheek. We don't need words. It's just love. The best kind of love there is. Bestie love. My best friend's unconditional love has healed every wound I ever had.

I turn my head to kiss her cheek and she cups my face to look into my eyes. I look back at her, allowing her to read my emotions. Her thumb strokes my cheekbone and she says: "Good. You look better already. Calmer. Never forget you are loved. So much."

She kisses my lips lightly before getting up and wrapping the blanket around me again. She looks at me, "Please be selfish. Ask for what you want. No, demand it. You deserve the world Ama. Make sure you get it."

She presses a kiss on top of my head before walking out. A tear rolls down my cheek and I let it. It's okay. I'm not sad. I'm emotional. And it's okay. I'm allowed to be.

I hear Noah and Mona talk and I'm pretty sure she's threatening him. I chuckle softly and suddenly hear his deep, raspy voice ask: "Are you laughing at me, miss?"

I shake my head and turn around to face him. "I wouldn't dare. I was imagining what Mona was saying to you."

He chuckles, "Her words were kind. Her eyes though..."

I laugh, "Yep. She's the mama bear."

His hazel eyes look me over and his voice sounds soft and caring when he asks: "What do you want right now Ama? Tell me and I'll make it happen."

Fuck me. My heart just skipped a beat. He looks so freaking cute right now. I smile at him before saying: "A bath. With a 'Go Bananas' bath bomb in it. And a book to read."

He holds his hand out to me and I get up, letting the blanket fall to the floor. I walk up to him and put my hand in his. He guides me upstairs, drawing soothing circles on my hand with his thumb. He opens the door to a room filled with books. Bookshelves full of them, storage containers filled to the brim, and stacks of books on a table in the corner.

I take in the smell of the books and look around excitedly. My eyes fall on a double bed near the window, with my travel bag on top of it. I walk over to it and zip it open. The first thing I see is the picture frame and I hold it in my hands, feeling the love of my true family. The family I chose. The family that welcomed me in their midst, while I looked nothing like any of them. 

I lay the frame down on the bed and pull my make-up bag out. I open it and find my favorite bath bomb, along with my quirky condom collection. I quickly close the make-up bag again, feeling my cheeks heat up. 

That's so Mona, to toss those in. I have a thing for them. Even before I ever had sex. Fascinated by the flavors, colors, structures, and sizes.

I got some from X that set my pussy on fire and trust me, not in a good way. I sat in cold water for at least an hour. I chuckle and scold my brain for leading me astray. 

I turn to look at Noah, afraid he might be annoyed with me. 

But he smiles at me and doesn't look annoyed at all. 

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Conan => STDsam

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