A year and a half later

Cara's modeling career was doing great. I thought she'd go for the sport world but she actually learnt that she loved the runways. She had always enjoyed the spotlight and I think she thought of it as a performance, like the ones she did when she skated.

I did lots of photograph and art exhibits, since that was what I loved the most and I additionally, kept writing songs.

Since we were both so busy we didn't have time to travel as we promised, so one day I just booked two tickets to Geneva, packed two big suitcases without Cara noticing and I picked her up at a photo shoot, surprising her as we made our way towards the airport.

After three months of traveling around Europe, we came back home. Let's say, Justin was not as eager as Cara thought he'd be about her coming back.

"It's all your fault." Cara glanced at me as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not leaving again."

I cracked up beside her in the front yard, her family around us. "Oh, so now it's my fault? I don't remember you complaining when we were watching the Eiffel Tower."

She was still glaring at me, sending glances to Justin from time to time, who looked at her out of the corner of his eye, hugging Ben's neck. It was weird seeing them so close now.

"He's just embarrassed." I pointed out, grabbing a drooled toy that Sandro was giving to me. He ran now and said some pretty bad words, and his father followed him everywhere he went sweating like a pig.

"Uh-huh. He just doesn't like you anymore. I'm his favorite brother now." Ben said smugly.

Cara gasped. "Never!" She leaned down to reach Justin's gaze one again. "Hey, buddy. Wanna see what I brought you?"

Justin seemed hesitant.

"It's very pretty." Cara sighed. "I guess I'll keep it for myself."

"Hey!" Oli jumped from the swing. "I can have it."

She laughed and picked Oli up, crashing him against her body as she kissed his cheek several times making loud noises. "I missed you so much, buddy."

Just then when she let Oli on the floor again, I noticed Justin pouting and reaching out for her, his little hand touching her shoulder. She glanced up at him and smiled wide, her eyes lighting up. "You want me to pick you up?"

Justin tried to hide his smile on Ben's shoulder and nodded.

Cara beamed.

And that was my girlfriend. The girl who loved her family to the core. The girl whose brother's little smile could make her the happiest girl on earth.

The girl who made me with those simple gestures, the happiest guy on earth.

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I paced nervously around my room waiting for the clock to hit four o'clock.

What if she didn't like it?

Was it stupid?

Should I let it pass?

I had never felt so insecure about something I had created. At least, not since my last exhibit where I first kissed Cara.

God, why did time pass so slowly?

When there were only two minutes left, I pressed Cara's contact and called her.

I heard rummaging. "Bébé?"

"Hi. Wait a second. I'm getting into my car."

"Great! Turn on the radio!"

"Baby, I have a terrible headache, I had the worst day-"

"Just turn it on! Quickly! 105.8!" I urged her. God, she was gonna miss it.

"Okay, okay! What's going on?"

"You'll see, just do as I say."

She sighed and I waited, I listened to it at the same time as her.

"And now, a new emerging voice all the way from Paris, Nico Dumont. He wrote this song for his girlfriend who, and I quote, is the love of his life. Isn't that cute, Penny?

I love this! You know how much I love-"

"What is this?" Cara whispered.

"Just listen." I said quickly.

"The name it's quite long but I bet you won't forget it when you become as obsessed as we are with it. To his first and only love, Cara, you're listening 'The day I wrote a song about you', by Nico Dumont."

And then it started playing. The song I knew all too well. The guitar chords making their presence.

"I saw you the other day sitting all alone
All I wanted to do was talk to you
I still don't know if this is love
But then why's this song about you

Yesterday you had that lost face that I adore
Something's missing and you don't have a clue
I still doubt that this is love
But then why's this song about you

And today I'm writing 'cause I realized
I had never felt this way before
This is the day I come to let you know
That maybe it was love all this time...."

Two and a half minutes and I felt like my heart was about to come out of my mouth. I panted as I waited for Cara to say something. When the last chord played, all there was left was silence. It was loud in my ears.

But then I heard it.

Cara sniffed.

"Are you crying?" I frowned.

"You're so silly!" She exclaimed as she kept crying.

"I'm silly?" I asked confused.

"Why did you do that?"

"You don't like it?" Her reaction was just making me even more nervous.

"I love it, you idiot!" She exclaimed as she cried.

"God, you scared me." I laughed nervously. "It's my birthday present. Apart from the one I already gave you." It was just two days ago and I had already given her an album with photos of us. She loved that stuff. She didn't like that I spent money on her.

"I- I actually read those lyrics one day. Well, just the first half of the song but I didn't know what it was about, I didn't know you were planning-" she laughed, still crying. I wasn't expecting for her to know about it, but knowing her, she didn't connect the dots. She probably thought it was some poem I simply wrote. "God, you're so stupid."

"Can you please stop insulting me?" I chuckled.

"I love you so much, Nico. You make me feel so special. I don't- I don't deserve-"

"Don't say it. You deserve the world." I smiled. I hated when she was insecure but I loved how cute she sounded.

"Where are you?" She blew her nose. "I'm coming to see you."

"I'm at my place." I laughed. "I was hoping you'd say that."

The new year was around the corner and Cara had been really stressed with all the preparations for the spring season already. She loved being busy but sometimes it got too overwhelming for her. She covered too much and it made her lose focus. She struggled with being on time and her agent was at the edge of having a heart attack because of her, but the money she payed him was totally worth it.

Cara was one of the best in the industry. Her factions were actually trendy right now, as they all said, and her almost white hair was very versatile and classy. Her gaze was fierce and her body was rock hard. She had lost a bit of weight, which scared me at first, but I saw her eat like a bear, so we just blamed it on her fast metabolism. She still kicked the gym as she did before her accident, although she went less hours and she hadn't set a foot inside the rink.

Luca and Riley were getting married in two weeks and they moved in together, so I kept the apartment all to myself. I tried to convince Cara to move in with me but she still struggled with leaving her family.

I had never thought about it before, but I was now almost thirty years old and I really wanted to get married. Cara was just twenty four and I knew she was young, but I wasn't getting any younger. I knew I could wait, just how much longer?

Cara arrived half and hour later. I was in the living room when I heard her open the door with the keys I once gave her. I glanced back at her and smiled, although my brows knitted together at the sight of her wet cheeks.

"Are you still crying because of the song?" I asked, approaching her. I took her bag for her and placed it behind the couch, engulfing her in a big hug.

"I don't know. I'm really sensitive. I had the worst the day ever." She pouted against my chest. "It's just too stressful and my head hurts and I'm nauseous and I just wanna cry when someone yells at me, but at the same time I don't want to complain-" she caught her breath before letting it out quickly. "I'm exhausted. But I loved your song, though. I want it on my phone."

Nauseous again? It wasn't the first time she complained about that this week.

"Of course, bébé." I muttered pensively. I stroked her hair and guided her towards the couch. "Sit down, I'll make you some dinner, okay?"

Cara nodded. "I'm starving."

I heated up some soup for her and watched her as she ate. She usually didn't like my food but this soup was made by Riley. I stared at her face, still pensive. She changed her expression when she was halfway done, a grimace appearing on her face.

"God." She gagged a little. "I'm sorry. I think I've been sick for a while now. The soup is great don't tell Riley I didn't like it."

I chuckled gently staring at her. "I wouldn't do that. Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

"I honestly just want to take a shower and cuddle." She pouted amused.

"Come on. I'll shower with you."

After eating her out in the shower and fucking her on my bed, we snuggled on my bed. The two orgasms making her really sleepy.

We hadn't been the best at being safe when it came to sex lately and I had a vague idea of what was going on. A part of me didn't want to believe it and the other part of me was yelling with joy on the inside, hoping that she realized soon.

"I love you, you know that, right?" I asked.

"Mhm." She muttered simply, rubbing her eyes.

"I'll always be here for you. No matter what."

Cara covered my mouth with her hand gently. She did it absentmindedly, what made me smile. "Can we talk tomorrow?" She asked groggily, hiding her face on my neck. "I'm just-" she yawned. "-very tired."

"Sure. Goodnight, bébé."

"Mhm."

I closed my eyes and sighed happily. My life could take a 180 degree turn. I just hoped Cara would be as excited as I was.

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