As a renowned not-morning person, I never knew waking up could make me so happy. We were facing each other with his strong arms around me. He is so beautiful. When he sleeps I can see how defined his jawline is. How soft his lashes are.
I guess he felt me staring at him because his blue eyes fluttered open. " Mmm good morning, baby" oh God his morning voice is sexy. He planted soft kisses all over my face finally landing on my lips.
" Good morning, babe" he started to chuckle so I asked "what?" His smile lit up my soul. " You're just so beautiful...so fucking beautiful." The things he said to me would make my 7 year cousin gag but they just made me smile from the small knowledge that he meant them.
" Come on, let's go make breakfast " I giggled while he groaned. "5 more minuteeeeees" hell naw we're gonna be a cute ass couple and make breakfast together!
" Nope! Gecho ass up" I pulled him out of bed. Not-morning person went out the window around him. For breakfast we made pancakes. Well I made pancakes. He just hugged me from behind the whole time. " Smells good, baby girl" every once and a while he would kiss my cheek but for the most part, he just watched in awe as my female skills were working their magic. .
When we finished cooking, we headed over to the dining table. "I think this is the best pancake I have ever had!" I giggled at the shocked face he made. " Thanks, baby"
The house was quiet. Just the clinking of our plates echoed throughout my large home. Suddenly he kissed me. " You had syrup on your lip" corn ball. "You could have just told me," he smirked. Oh lord, help me, his smirk.
"Now what's the fun in that?" When we finished we decided to have a lazy day watching movies and cuddling. Just relaxing. And by relaxing I mean fucking.
I-I mean lord praising...
By three, he left for "work". " Don't pout, princess I'll see you Monday ok?" I couldn't help but look into his beautiful eyes and pout even more. He made me so happy. I felt so safe with him. And whenever he left I felt lonely. Like a crowd of people could be screaming at me and I would feel like the last person on earth until he showed up.
Sunday went by without incident and all I could do was wait to see him again. When my parents came home, they gave me a beautiful new necklace.
They always brought me gifts after trips. I guess they felt bad leaving me but I really didn't mind. Being alone lets me think, relax, and spend time by myself. Sometimes I read and others I went on a shopping spree with T. I also don't mind free stuff but I guess that was just an added bonus.
"How was your weekend, darling?" my dad asked as he kissed my head. "It was boring, nothing to report." Mamá smirked knowing I'm full of shit and would tell her everything later. Poor dad was blissfully unaware that his innocent little girl was a freak.
An adorable freak.
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