"I'll start looking into getting you some security" He says with a slight nod of his head. Security? Seriously? I'm about to protest aloud when I stop myself; we're on the road to forgiveness and moving on, I need to get on board. Even if the thought of me walking around London with a security gua
"You want to do this part? You did used to work in a bookstore after all?" Rhodes asks with a smirk. I nod my head quickly and take his place at the shelf, now this is a lot of empty space that I will be happy to fill. "I do still work there you know, just twice a week" I reply, though I haven't be
"You know it's not too late to call off this whole weekend" Rhodes states for the fifth time as we haphazardly pack our bags. We are supposed to leave for his mum's in half an hour and so far I can't keep my head straight about what to pack. "No way, we are going. It won't be as bad as you think" I
"Perhaps" I say quietly. Soon Rhodes is standing beside me, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. "And what will I get baby?" He asks quietly, I can feel my heart beating in my ears somehow. How does this guy still manage to make me feel this way? "I-I don't know, what do you want?" I stammer
"My mum said she felt very safe and comfortable. That's not normal, and I wanted him to know that I appreciated it" I say before another thought popped into my head. "Did you insist to him that he calls me 'Miss Kendrick' or 'Miss Amelia'?" Rhodes nods his head as he turns the corner. "Yes. It's mo
"I'm sorry bub" Rhodes says sincerely, rubbing his thumb gently over my knee. "It's fine. I made my peace with it. And at least I get to go and do something like this, which I'm really looking forward to" I reply, placing my hand completely over his. A warm smile spreads across his lips slowly as I
"Fucking Christmas" I hear him Mutter under his breath before he takes his foot off the brake, turning down a lane that I vaguely remember leading to his mothers house. My little Grinch. We arrive outside of the house to a relatively empty street compared to the last time that we were here. This ti
"You can finally meet my husband!" Bianca wraps her arm around my waist and walks me into the kitchen area where a slightly older looking man is standing, his hand clasped in Rhodes's as they greet one another. Little Briella sits in an armchair beside them, her legs stretched out in front of her wi