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Waking up in G's tight embrace is like waking up from a dream and then immediately falling into the next one. I love how even in his sleep, he can't stop touching me. He stopped wearing shirts in bed a long time ago and I am not in the least bit uncomfortable to sleep next to him in pajamas that can in fact be called trash. They have so many holes in them but they are my favourite pair and I will never throw them away.

I watched him sleep for awhile. Then I realized how creepy it looks. Him sleeping and me studying the lines of his face, trying to remember every last detail and have it engraved in my memory. I have become a simp, without my acknowledgment or my awareness. Now I am stuck here in this bubble being ridiculously happy with a man I know a little over a month. Life is very interesting.

I carefully slipped out of his embrace and heard his low growl which made the waist down part of me feel very, very turned on. I tried my best not to stir him up, because there is nothing I find more sexy about this man than his morning voice. The rough around the edges, gravelly tone that makes me go wild with need.

Nevertheless, I went into the bathroom to clean up, going back into the bedroom to change clothes my eyes landed on G's back. He shifted positions and the rigid, huge back was nothing less than perfection, even with those scars that I now have a better idea about where they came from, but I won't pressure him into telling me about them. At least not after everything he told me about his life yesterday. I found his shirt on the way to the closet and I thought to myself what a great idea. Without a moment of hesitation I put on his shirt and decided against putting on any shorts because there was just no point. He was so massive and I was so small that his shirt went down to my knees.

Trying to contain my laughter, I stepped out of the room and headed for the kitchen. On the way down I decided that I will share my story too. This fear about him using me will only leave if I face it and for that I will never be ready, so this is as close as I will get.

My idea was to make an omelet for me and the happy giant, occupying my bed right now, but then I came to a stop in the fridge.

„How many eggs do I put? Do I even have enough?" I was voicing my worries out loud, „I mean there is no way he would be satisfied with only two. Is five too much?" I was lost.

A moment later a door was heard and for a split second I thought how well G can read my mind, to come at the exact moment I wanted to go to him seemed like a coincidence.

Too big of a coincidence.

Of course that wasn't G. And the door wasn't from the bedroom.

I sensed them before they even found me in the kitchen.

„What the hell?!" my lovely mother's voice sent tremors down my body. At first I hoped it was only her but then I realized that wolves travel in packs.

„Are you kidding me right now?!" there goes my dad, supportive and graceful as always.

„Mom, dad, what are you doing here?" I managed to keep my voice calm.

„What are we doing here?! Thank God we came in and not somebody else, look at yourself!" in a dress worth being worn by the first lady, red bottom heels because normal ones are overrated and of course the accessories. From the two meter long hat to the sunglasses, gloves as if it wasn't hot as fuck outside and to top it all off, every possible surface on her body that she could cover in diamonds or pearls, is covered in them.

„What is wrong with me?" I knew what was coming and a part of me wanted to give up already on this discussion, but I couldn't, I wouldn't. I made a promise to G not even 24 hours ago to fight for us, and knowing my parents they are going to be our greatest enemies for the whole duration of the relationship. I cannot give up on the first sign of an incconvenience.

„What is wrong with you?" my father growled, good, keep their focus on me and then maybe they will leave before G stumbles out of the bedroom in all his half-naked glory, „you look like a slut! Strolling around this house half-naked, what are you thinking! Anyone can walk through that door!"

„No they cannot, because they were locked and only 4 people have the key," it terrified me how calm I was, but I needed to be. They were going to do this weather I was here or not so there was no point in looking offended or going into an argument with them because you always lose.

„And she's talking back," dear mother Evelyn chimed in, „you must have picked up that habit in that bar of yours. No decent human would walk in there, only hobos and addicts," like always their words wanted to sting me, and sure, later I would lock myself in the bathroom and cry a river because I cannot comprehend how a parent can be so ugly, and such a horrible person to their own child. Who does that? You are supposed to show love to your child, have mutual respect but they just kept going. And I was determined to wait for them to leave so that I don't give them the satisfaction of seeing me crumble.

„She is ungrateful Evelyn, the more you give, the more she wants to take away. I cannot believe you are my daughter. Tell me who is he? Is it some wannabe artist? Perhaps, a waiter, since you don't seem like you can do much better. Huh? Or maybe it is some low life like yourself, a disappointment like you?" I couldn't answer because if I started to speak they would have seen the tears and they would have won. They are like vultures, feeding off of your sadness and heartbreak.

„Actually he is a S.W.A.T. officer," a shout came from the entrance to the kitchen and I felt such a huge weight lift of my shoulders while pure horror filled my chest that I almost couldn't breathe. G was there standing at his full half-naked glory, like me, according to my parents. He had an angry look on his face, and I begged him with my eyes to not interfere. I know how this dance goes and it never goes well for me or the guy I'm with.

„I wish I could say how nice it is to meet you again, but from what I've just heard I wouldn't mind for our next encounter to be in..." he came next to me, turning to look my parents dead in the eyes as he said, „let's just say that never would still be a little too soon," he even gave them that stupid smirk I've grown to love.

„Who do you think you are?!" George Jean-Pallete almost yelled because nobody talks to him like that. People should kiss the ground he walks on so for G to stand up to him like that on my behalf is, I imagine, very painful for him.

„I am your daughter's boyfriend. Your very ravishing, beautiful, smart, mesmerizing daughter's boyfriend. And I am not too thrilled about the way or the tone with which you're speaking to her. So I am going to have to ask you to leave before I intervene even further," there was no sign he was joking, or that he was pretending. He was just looking for an excuse to strike and he would not regret anything that came afterward.

„Why did you even come here?" I barely found my voice.

„We were going to invite you to a family dinner we are hosting for family and our close friends, one of who insisted upon your arrival, but seeing you now," she gave me a once over and rolled her eyes as if she was disgusted with me, and then continued, „don't bother coming, I will makes some excuse. Better to lie than to have such a disgrace show up in our glory worthy home."

„Even if she was invited she wouldn't go," G said and grabbed my waist, pulling me close, „she is far too perfect to be surrounded by such empty, lowlife people like you," he glanced back at me, catching me looking up at him like he is my guardian angel, „the fact that she has friends who love her, a job that fulfills her, dreams that are only making her shine even brighter, is proof enough that she has gotten much further in life than you ever will be able to," with that he dipped his head down and pressed his lips on mine. It wasn't rushed, or breathless. It wasn't forced or just to prove a point to my parents. It was a kiss that solidified our promise from last night. Everything he just said, combined with this kiss, it was too much to handle and I felt tears coming down my cheeks.

Tears of happiness because he stood up for me. He didn't leave me, or sucked up to my parents. He stood beside me, and against my parents calling them out on their bullshit.

My parents didn't say anything. They just hummed and left, taking their bad attitude out the door with them. However, something told me that this wasn't over. Never in their lives did they let someone walk over them and put them in their place, and they have been in contact with the police before. I just hope that the proportions of what they have in store as retaliation are not grand.

„I can't believe they're really that vile," he pulled me even tighter against his chest.

„Welcome to my life," I smiled through the tears.

„I'm sorry you had to go through that alone before. I promise you, for as long as I am here I won't allow them to treat you like that, even if you beg me not to meddle."

„Thank you," I let the tears go. My head was in his chest and I couldn't hold anything back even if I wanted to. I was a crying, sobbing mess and he stood there for half an hour consoling me and telling me how I look like an angel in his shirt. His angel.

„I have a preposition for you," he said when I finally calmed down a little.

„What do you have in mind?" I asked through the teary, red eyes.

„I think you should come with me this weekend to my parents."

„What? Why?" telling a girl you want her to meet your parents is NOT the way to console her after her own parents called her a slut.

„Because I wanted to ask you a long time ago, and they are hosting a BBQ this weekend and my whole family will be there, everything will be chill, relaxed. You can get your mind off of your parents and all the chaos and you don't have to work for another month, and I can show my family how I bagged the most gorgeous girl in the world," the charm on this man. He was really milking it.

„You say that like we're already married with 4 kids."

„That will happen soon enough. Believe me."

„You're crazy."

„Crazy about you. So will you come?"

„How could I say no?" You're really doing a great job on slowing things down. Yeah, well I am bound to meet his family at some point, he already met mine. And it is just the weekend, I need a little break from everything. Sure, and all this marriage and children talk is just playing around? I am sure about it. Oh don't act all innocent, you are the one that wanted to ride him into oblivion the moment you saw him. I think you meant, the moment YOU saw him. I am, after all, just a fragment of your imagination. Your creation if you will. Shut up.

I decided to shut down all the worries and possible double meanings for now. I am going on this trip with him and I will overthink about what this means for us sometime when we get back.