"Happy Birthday to you..." I hear Rhodes's soft husky voice singing quietly in my right ear, waking me up from my slumber. I open my eyes and blink quickly at the light as I come to my senses. I see Rhodes shirtless, sliding back under the covers beside me carrying a tray filled with breakfast foods
"Really?" His eyebrows are raised, small smirk turning up the corners of his lips. "You're not going to fight me on the plans I have for the day?" I shake my head as I tear off a piece of an almond pastry. "Nope. I trust that you know me well enough to plan a nice day. Even though you really don't
My back is pressed up against the hard tile as one of Rhodes's hands reaches up and turns a tap, soaking us both in mildly cold water. I'm about to squeal and complain about how cold it is and how I'm still dressed; but then Rhodes's lips make their way to the patch of skin just below my ear and I l
"Are you surprised, my love?" She asks me sweetly as we part, taking the opportunity to both wipe up some of our tears that have spilt. I nod my head quickly, unable to answer right away. I love my mum so much, I've missed her so much. "That boy of yours" she gestures to Rhodes, who is talking with
"Alright, bring it on Whitlock," I say with a grin, picking up my golf club and heading to the first hole with everyone else. ———————————————————————— "Well, you sucked at mini golf!" I say with boastful pride as I make my way back over to Rhodes after the game ends. He's hung towards the back of
"Don't worry, when you do get grandbabies it's wonderful" Eloise plops down next to my mum as Josie gets up to take her turn. Next to me, Briella yanks the yellow crayon out of my hand and clumsily places the green one into it before directing my hand over to the uncoloured sun. I nod my head and co
This day has felt so special to me, even if it was just a fun outing with those I love the most. The way that he planned it all; doing stuff that I would love to do with the people that I love the most means that he's been listening, he does know me the way I wish he would. He could have done his ri
"Move in with me" He says, my mind immediately racing in response to his words. He can't be serious, he must be caught up in the moment of the day, why would he want me to move in? "Are you serious?" I ask him. His eyes pour into mine, his head nodding microscopically. "Very serious" His voice ans