My lungs are filled with his cologne and something else that’s uniquely him. Matching loose hoodies and sweatpants give each of us space to breathe. I can hear the faint sound of his heartbeat and the long forgotten movie in the background of our moment. My right cheek and ear smooshes against his broad chest, my body clinging like a to him that I know he’d never let anyone else do. That he knows I’d never do to anyone else but him. His arms are wrapped around my waist, slowly rubbing my back. I feel his press soft lips against my forehead, and I smile tiredly, my eyes still closed gently. He whispers into my ear, “I love you, my princess.” I exhale and nuzzle into the crook of his neck more and kiss just under his jawline. 136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWGAR2hWvRb
“I love you more, handsome.” I whisper back, falling asleep. I slowly drift off to the rhythmic song of his beating heart. 136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXUIYKEbMeS
As I feel her go limp on top of me, my heart softens impossibly more. I look at her peaceful expression, kissing the top of her head again. Her floral perfume fills my nose, and I listen closely to her breathing. I tuck some loose hair behind her ear, then return my hand to where it once was. My mind drifts off, thinking of only her the pressure of the question I want to ask. I can feel the small box in my back pocket, waiting for me to get down on one knee. But when do I do it? How do I ask? Should I make the moment public or private? 136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRAOA8edF8j
I focus back on her, and I realize she’s in a deep sleep. “Your dad said yes.” I whisper, not expecting her to reply nor know if I said anything at all. So all I do is kiss her forehead for the millionth time, and I rest my head on top of hers. I slowly drift off to the rhythmic song of her adorable breathing. 136Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiHst4hoUJC
and then Add to home screen.