True Love.
Siete.
SARA.
Once I got into my own house, I dried my hair and put it in a braid. It was windy outside, and I couldn’t be bothered with my hair being flown all over the place. Once it was nicely done, I filled in my brows and put on some mascara, not being too bothered about everything else, since all we were doing was going out to lunch, and my skin has been pretty clear recently anyway. I picked out an outfit and slipped it on. It was officially Christmas eve, and I hadn't even wrapped any of Mike's presents yet, so I decided to do so.
Once I wrapped them all, I put them in a large Christmas bag, setting it down next to my Christmas tree. I wrote “To Mikey” on the tag and voila, I was finished. I picked up my plain black hoodie from the floor in my room and put it on, starting my stroll to Mike and Vic’s house, since everyone was meeting there anyway. I cuddled my hoodie close to my body, feeling the chill of the December air.
Lunch was good and I was totally and utterly stuffed to the max. Mike and I were making the drive back home to my place, his hand was placed on my thigh and mine was placed on top of his. I felt safe and secure with Mike, but that wouldn’t replace the fact that I’m scared. We arrived at my place and Mike got my presents out from the boot of the car, shutting the boot then locked his car. We walked into my house and he sat the presents next to his, next to the Christmas tree.I smiled at him and patted the space on the couch next to me. My nerves were rising the closer he got to the couch, he sat down and put a pillow in his lap and noticing my nervous demeanour he pushed me down onto his lap, playing with my hair. “Don’t tell me anything you’re not ready to.” He whispered.
I nodded, “I want to.” I sighed, “Truth be told, you deserve to know everything, and it would have to come out at some point, so I guess, why not now?”
He bent down, kissing my forehead and I smiled softly up at him, “Whenever you’re ready, my darling.” He smiled that million dollar smile of his.
I nodded and sighed, looking down at my fingers fidgeting away, a clear sign that I was nervous. I didn’t really want to look at Mike right now, not whilst I was telling him this. “I just want to tell the whole story, okay? No interruptions, I’ll just talk until I’m done then you can say whatever you want.”
He nodded, “I have some things to talk to you about, too, but I’ll wait till you’re done. Now I’ll not speak till you’re finished, okay?” he said. I nodded again and he began playing with my hair, listening to me intently.
“So I fell in love for the first time when I was eighteen. And Mike, when I say fell in love – I mean the old fashioned kind of falling in love. His name was Reiss. He was the one – or so I thought. I seriously thought – oh my god, I am going to marry this guy. I had the brightest and best future planned for the both of us. I loved him with everything in me, and man, I knew he felt the same. I’d found my soul mate and I knew that. He was my best friend in the whole world as well as my boyfriend. I couldn’t imagine anyone better. We were together up until December of last year. Unfortunately, his mum died in our last year that we were together, which really, really fucked him up – mostly because the last thing he said to her, wasn’t the nicest things in the world, and he just deeply regretted it. So this ended up in him drinking a lot more, which led him getting in with the wrong crowds, which unfortunately led him getting involved in drugs. He was high on cocaine and heroin so much and I just couldn’t deal with it. He definitely wasn’t the guy I knew and loved when he was on those drugs. He just wasn’t. We started arguing – something we had never really done before. He was spending so much money, that we barely had on those stupid fucking drugs. And then, one night, he… He hit me Mike. It was just so out of the ordinary for him – it wasn’t him, it really just wasn’t. That was when he realised how bad he was, and so, he got help. Everything was good. But only for a while. I was working decently late one night, then visiting my mum. So I didn’t get back to our apartment until exactly 11:15PM that night, and I walked to our room, to find him on his back, dead. He’d choked on his own vomit, because he was high on fucking heroin. And I couldn’t look at that apartment anymore. I was incredibly depressed, so I moved to my mum’s house. But everything reminded me of him, everything, Mike. That’s when I realised; I had to leave the UK. I needed out. So I moved here. That’s why I left the UK, Mikey, and that’s why I’m so scared. Because if I fall in love with you, you’ll be the second man I’ll have ever loved – and I don’t want you to be taken away from me either. I know it’s silly, but I’m still scared, I’ll always be scared. It ripped my heart out when he died, and now I feel like you’re repairing it, piece by piece. But I’m still scared…” I spoke my story, my heart breaking at the image of Reiss that was implanted into my brain; it was one of the worst things I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Mike was rubbing his thumbs under my eyes, wiping away the tears I hadn’t even realised I’d let out. I smiled sadly at him and he did the same to me.
“Babe, I’m so, so sorry for your loss. I can’t believe that happened to you, to him. It’s such a horrible thing. It sucks so bad that he couldn’t have gotten proper help and stuck to it. It sucks, Baby. You are a soldier, little Sara. I am so happy you moved here though, you know why?” Mike said softly. I sat up and shook my head. He came closer to me, cupping my face with his huge hands and smiled, “Because I got to meet you. I get to see you at your best, and now I’ve seen you at your worst. But you’re still unbelievably beautiful to me. You’re stunning – perfect, even. I – I’m falling in love with you, Sara. And I know you’ll need your time, definitely, and I respect that one hundred per cent and I will not push you. But I truly believe you were made for me.”
I felt the heat come to my cheeks and I was certain I was blushing, “I think…” I paused, thinking of the right words to say, “I think that you’re going to be able to fix me. And one day, sooner or later, I’ll be yours.”
His smile could have stopped wars just as I said that, and he pressed his lips to my forehead softly. “That’s the best Christmas present ever!” He gleamed and I laughed. “You wanna see yours?”
I nodded my head eagerly and pounced to my bag of presents. I heard Mike chuckle from behind me as he got up and sat directly behind me, my back against his chest and his head was on my shoulder. He pressed a kiss to my neck and I shivered, smiling, and turned to peck his lips. “I’m so excited!” I squealed and picked up the first gift.
About half an hour later I was finished unwrapping all of my gifts and I couldn’t have been more spoiled by Mike, everything I looked at in shops, he must have taken a mental note of, because he remembered everything I’ve ever said I wanted since I’ve known him. “Baby, you have one more present. But we get it tomorrow, is that okay?”
“Yep! Do I get to know what it is?” I said and Mike shook his head, making me pout.
CHRISTMAS MORNING.
“Mikey,” I sang, “Time to wake up.”
“Five more minutes,” He groaned. I straddled him and kissed his forehead, then both of his cheeks, then his little nose, and finally his lips. I felt him smile through the kiss and I pulled away, happy as ever. “Okay, I’m up, little nuisance.”
I grinned and brought over his breakfast. I made his favourite, chocolate chip pancakes with strawberries. I got ready for the day and sat up on my bed; Mike had just finished his pancakes and thanked me for his food. “Merry Christmas, Mikey.”
“Merry Christmas, little nuisance.”
I giggled and pulled him out of bed, “Come on,” I whined, “I want my last present.”
Mike smirked and got up, getting dressed quickly. “Okay, come on Baby.”
We went out to the car and Mike put a blind fold on me, so I had absolutely no clue where we were going. After about half an hour of driving, the car came to a halt. “Have I to get out?” I said and got no reply. “Mike?”
“Oh, sorry,” He laughed, “I shook my head; I forgot you had the blindfold on. No, stay right here. I’ll be back in about fifteen minutes."
I huffed and waited exactly fifteen minutes when I heard his car door open, “Can I take this fucking thing off yet?” I huffed.
Mike chuckled, “In two more minutes, baby. Okay, pull your sleeves down. And put your arms as if you’re going to be carrying a baby.”
I furrowed my eyebrows but did as told, and I felt something tiny being placed in my arms. I squealed, wanting to know what it was. Mike unfastened the blindfold, whispering “Merry Christmas, Baby Girl” in my ear. I looked down to the teeny tiny little bundle in my arms, squealing like mad. “YOU GOT ME A KITTEN?!” I squealed.
Mike laughed and nodded, “You’re welcome, baby.”
“I FUCKING LOVE YOU – YOU ARE THE BEST PERSON EVER, OMG.” I squealed.
“It’s a little boy; he’s only four weeks, so he needs round the clock care. My friend’s cat had kittens, and he’s technically not meant to be selling them yet, but I insisted. I know you’ve always wanted to nurse a baby kitten.” Mike chuckled. He was right, I did. “So, do you like him?”
“Like him?” I said, turning to Mike with wide eyes, “I fucking love him!”
I held my brand new little baby up to my face, “Harro little guy. I can’t wait to take care of you. I love you so much,” I said, kissing his cute, teeny tiny little nose. Mike took a few pictures of him and of him with me. I smiled at them, uploading one of him and me to Instagram, with the caption: “I got the best present ever today. Everyone meet my lil man Yoshi, thank you so fucking much @ptvmike” I added the little cat emoji with it, so it looked just perfect.
This day has been perfect – Mike is perfect.
Once I got into my own house, I dried my hair and put it in a braid. It was windy outside, and I couldn’t be bothered with my hair being flown all over the place. Once it was nicely done, I filled in my brows and put on some mascara, not being too bothered about everything else, since all we were doing was going out to lunch, and my skin has been pretty clear recently anyway. I picked out an outfit and slipped it on. It was officially Christmas eve, and I hadn't even wrapped any of Mike's presents yet, so I decided to do so.
Once I wrapped them all, I put them in a large Christmas bag, setting it down next to my Christmas tree. I wrote “To Mikey” on the tag and voila, I was finished. I picked up my plain black hoodie from the floor in my room and put it on, starting my stroll to Mike and Vic’s house, since everyone was meeting there anyway. I cuddled my hoodie close to my body, feeling the chill of the December air.
Lunch was good and I was totally and utterly stuffed to the max. Mike and I were making the drive back home to my place, his hand was placed on my thigh and mine was placed on top of his. I felt safe and secure with Mike, but that wouldn’t replace the fact that I’m scared. We arrived at my place and Mike got my presents out from the boot of the car, shutting the boot then locked his car. We walked into my house and he sat the presents next to his, next to the Christmas tree.I smiled at him and patted the space on the couch next to me. My nerves were rising the closer he got to the couch, he sat down and put a pillow in his lap and noticing my nervous demeanour he pushed me down onto his lap, playing with my hair. “Don’t tell me anything you’re not ready to.” He whispered.
I nodded, “I want to.” I sighed, “Truth be told, you deserve to know everything, and it would have to come out at some point, so I guess, why not now?”
He bent down, kissing my forehead and I smiled softly up at him, “Whenever you’re ready, my darling.” He smiled that million dollar smile of his.
I nodded and sighed, looking down at my fingers fidgeting away, a clear sign that I was nervous. I didn’t really want to look at Mike right now, not whilst I was telling him this. “I just want to tell the whole story, okay? No interruptions, I’ll just talk until I’m done then you can say whatever you want.”
He nodded, “I have some things to talk to you about, too, but I’ll wait till you’re done. Now I’ll not speak till you’re finished, okay?” he said. I nodded again and he began playing with my hair, listening to me intently.
“So I fell in love for the first time when I was eighteen. And Mike, when I say fell in love – I mean the old fashioned kind of falling in love. His name was Reiss. He was the one – or so I thought. I seriously thought – oh my god, I am going to marry this guy. I had the brightest and best future planned for the both of us. I loved him with everything in me, and man, I knew he felt the same. I’d found my soul mate and I knew that. He was my best friend in the whole world as well as my boyfriend. I couldn’t imagine anyone better. We were together up until December of last year. Unfortunately, his mum died in our last year that we were together, which really, really fucked him up – mostly because the last thing he said to her, wasn’t the nicest things in the world, and he just deeply regretted it. So this ended up in him drinking a lot more, which led him getting in with the wrong crowds, which unfortunately led him getting involved in drugs. He was high on cocaine and heroin so much and I just couldn’t deal with it. He definitely wasn’t the guy I knew and loved when he was on those drugs. He just wasn’t. We started arguing – something we had never really done before. He was spending so much money, that we barely had on those stupid fucking drugs. And then, one night, he… He hit me Mike. It was just so out of the ordinary for him – it wasn’t him, it really just wasn’t. That was when he realised how bad he was, and so, he got help. Everything was good. But only for a while. I was working decently late one night, then visiting my mum. So I didn’t get back to our apartment until exactly 11:15PM that night, and I walked to our room, to find him on his back, dead. He’d choked on his own vomit, because he was high on fucking heroin. And I couldn’t look at that apartment anymore. I was incredibly depressed, so I moved to my mum’s house. But everything reminded me of him, everything, Mike. That’s when I realised; I had to leave the UK. I needed out. So I moved here. That’s why I left the UK, Mikey, and that’s why I’m so scared. Because if I fall in love with you, you’ll be the second man I’ll have ever loved – and I don’t want you to be taken away from me either. I know it’s silly, but I’m still scared, I’ll always be scared. It ripped my heart out when he died, and now I feel like you’re repairing it, piece by piece. But I’m still scared…” I spoke my story, my heart breaking at the image of Reiss that was implanted into my brain; it was one of the worst things I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Mike was rubbing his thumbs under my eyes, wiping away the tears I hadn’t even realised I’d let out. I smiled sadly at him and he did the same to me.
“Babe, I’m so, so sorry for your loss. I can’t believe that happened to you, to him. It’s such a horrible thing. It sucks so bad that he couldn’t have gotten proper help and stuck to it. It sucks, Baby. You are a soldier, little Sara. I am so happy you moved here though, you know why?” Mike said softly. I sat up and shook my head. He came closer to me, cupping my face with his huge hands and smiled, “Because I got to meet you. I get to see you at your best, and now I’ve seen you at your worst. But you’re still unbelievably beautiful to me. You’re stunning – perfect, even. I – I’m falling in love with you, Sara. And I know you’ll need your time, definitely, and I respect that one hundred per cent and I will not push you. But I truly believe you were made for me.”
I felt the heat come to my cheeks and I was certain I was blushing, “I think…” I paused, thinking of the right words to say, “I think that you’re going to be able to fix me. And one day, sooner or later, I’ll be yours.”
His smile could have stopped wars just as I said that, and he pressed his lips to my forehead softly. “That’s the best Christmas present ever!” He gleamed and I laughed. “You wanna see yours?”
I nodded my head eagerly and pounced to my bag of presents. I heard Mike chuckle from behind me as he got up and sat directly behind me, my back against his chest and his head was on my shoulder. He pressed a kiss to my neck and I shivered, smiling, and turned to peck his lips. “I’m so excited!” I squealed and picked up the first gift.
About half an hour later I was finished unwrapping all of my gifts and I couldn’t have been more spoiled by Mike, everything I looked at in shops, he must have taken a mental note of, because he remembered everything I’ve ever said I wanted since I’ve known him. “Baby, you have one more present. But we get it tomorrow, is that okay?”
“Yep! Do I get to know what it is?” I said and Mike shook his head, making me pout.
CHRISTMAS MORNING.
“Mikey,” I sang, “Time to wake up.”
“Five more minutes,” He groaned. I straddled him and kissed his forehead, then both of his cheeks, then his little nose, and finally his lips. I felt him smile through the kiss and I pulled away, happy as ever. “Okay, I’m up, little nuisance.”
I grinned and brought over his breakfast. I made his favourite, chocolate chip pancakes with strawberries. I got ready for the day and sat up on my bed; Mike had just finished his pancakes and thanked me for his food. “Merry Christmas, Mikey.”
“Merry Christmas, little nuisance.”
I giggled and pulled him out of bed, “Come on,” I whined, “I want my last present.”
Mike smirked and got up, getting dressed quickly. “Okay, come on Baby.”
We went out to the car and Mike put a blind fold on me, so I had absolutely no clue where we were going. After about half an hour of driving, the car came to a halt. “Have I to get out?” I said and got no reply. “Mike?”
“Oh, sorry,” He laughed, “I shook my head; I forgot you had the blindfold on. No, stay right here. I’ll be back in about fifteen minutes."
I huffed and waited exactly fifteen minutes when I heard his car door open, “Can I take this fucking thing off yet?” I huffed.
Mike chuckled, “In two more minutes, baby. Okay, pull your sleeves down. And put your arms as if you’re going to be carrying a baby.”
I furrowed my eyebrows but did as told, and I felt something tiny being placed in my arms. I squealed, wanting to know what it was. Mike unfastened the blindfold, whispering “Merry Christmas, Baby Girl” in my ear. I looked down to the teeny tiny little bundle in my arms, squealing like mad. “YOU GOT ME A KITTEN?!” I squealed.
Mike laughed and nodded, “You’re welcome, baby.”
“I FUCKING LOVE YOU – YOU ARE THE BEST PERSON EVER, OMG.” I squealed.
“It’s a little boy; he’s only four weeks, so he needs round the clock care. My friend’s cat had kittens, and he’s technically not meant to be selling them yet, but I insisted. I know you’ve always wanted to nurse a baby kitten.” Mike chuckled. He was right, I did. “So, do you like him?”
“Like him?” I said, turning to Mike with wide eyes, “I fucking love him!”
I held my brand new little baby up to my face, “Harro little guy. I can’t wait to take care of you. I love you so much,” I said, kissing his cute, teeny tiny little nose. Mike took a few pictures of him and of him with me. I smiled at them, uploading one of him and me to Instagram, with the caption: “I got the best present ever today. Everyone meet my lil man Yoshi, thank you so fucking much @ptvmike” I added the little cat emoji with it, so it looked just perfect.
This day has been perfect – Mike is perfect.
Notes
Some of Sara's Presents - http://www.polyvore.com/saras_presents/set?id=107982460
Okay, so no feedback = no updates. Sorry guys but on pretty much every story I have, I don't get a lot of feedback and it makes me incredibly self conscious if there isn't any, and I always rethink on if my stories are good enough yadda yadda :( Anyway, Merry Christmas to you all when it comes to you! <3 I hope Santa brings you everything you want/deserve :) And if you don't celebrate Christmas, then, happy holidays!
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I'm sorry, I promise I will soon. But if you read my last authors note I hope it'll help you understand why I'm not updating that much.
4/9/14