"Sweetheart, don't feel like you have to do this just because I'm Amelia's mum" Mum replies. I finally lift my head up and wipe under my eyelids. "Really Rhode I promise you don't have to do this" I echo my mums words. He briefly looks at me and shakes his head, tucking some of my messy hair back
Later on in the day we take a car to the edge of the Brooklyn Bridge before Rhode advises me that we will be walking across it. I've seen pictures of it from far away, so I know it's a fairly long bridge but I'm up for it. The walk begins in a warm and comfortable silence, the mid July sun beats d
"Thank you" I tell him as I wrap my arm around his waist and hug myself against his chest. "How're you feeling about your mum?" Rhode asks after a few moments of silence. "I'm really happy, she's been there for so long that it's great that they feel like she's well enough to be leaving. But I jus
I was brought up with the morals that money is something so vital that I will never have enough of, and that I will spend the rest of my life just hoping to get by on what I had. It's hard to go from that to being given cars for my birthday and openly encouraged to spend ridiculous amounts of money
———————————————————————— "How about we just do a night in tonight?" Rhode asks as he collapses onto the couch beside me. He tilts his head onto the back of the couch and pulls my feet up to rest on his lap. "Sounds like a good idea" I reply, laying my kindle back down on my chest and reaching ove
"Oh for fucks sake. It's Bianca" Rhode groans as he lifts the source of noise from his pocket and cheeks the screen. I quickly roll off of his lap and readjust my hair. "Do I have sex hair?" I ask in a low whisper, attempting to comb through the newly formed knots with my fingers. "We didn't even
Briefly, Bianca lifts her phone up and mumbles a quick 'thank you' to me before she helps to settle Briella into her tiny little pink bed. Soon, I'm running through the story that my mother used to tell me off the top of my head, revelling in the way Rhode watches me in our corner box on the edge o
"I'll just get set up" Tyler says before he starts to get out a series of tools and paper towels. I take the opportunity to examine some of the artwork along the walls. Long spirals of names, drawings of tigers and the occasional quote in another language litter the walls. Not exactly what I'm going