#oweittomyself

[msimperfecto]

[greedyasfuqk]

[armsextended]

Davy sighed as he looked at Julia, pulling her away from the loud group of guys, straight out the doors of the diner. "I'm sorry they showed up." He mumbled. "Please don't hold my friends against me." He felt like he could scream- The night had been going so well. Then his friends had to show up, harassing Julia without a care to his wishes or her comfort. (@owe-it-to-myself)

@owe-it-to-myself

She looked over her shoulder at the rowdy guys who had come in, her brow furrowing. She recognized his friends, but she’d never spoken with them, and Davy had rarely brought her to meet them.

“It’s fine,” she said, shaking her head and turning away. “Don’t worry. It’s not my first encounter with idiots.”

[armsextended]

"It's just a scratch. You worry too much." (@owe-it-to-myself)

Wounded starters

@owe-it-to-myself

“Someone’s got to,” she replied, examining the bleeding scratch across the palm of his hand. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to pick up broken glass?”

She pulled out her handkerchief and wrapped it around his hand. “It looks bad. You might even need stitches.”

[armsextended]

“You pushed me out of bed in your sleep.” @owe-it-to-myself

@owe-it-to-myself

“Really?” Julia turned red. How on Earth could she have pushed Davy, twice as big and about three times as tall as her, out of bed? “Are you joking? You have to be joking.”

[armsextended]

“That’s my baby in there” @owe-it-to-myself

@owe-it-to-myself

Julia didn’t remember the last time she had smiled so much. Her baby had kicked for the first time tonight, and had apparently found it so agreeable that they hadn’t stopped for quite a while.

“I think they’re excited to meet you,” she said. “Keep talking. That’s when they kick more.”

[armsextended]

➳ @owe-it-to-myself

Send ➳ and I’ll generate a number between 1-  15 to see what kind of kiss my muse will give yours! 

1: a kiss on the nose

@owe-it-to-myself

“Look at you,” she said, gazing at him in his freshly-trimmed glory. The beard was still there, but it was combed, cleaned, and had just a touch of grooming scissors. “You look sharp. No one stands a chance if you turn your eye on them.”

She embraced him and kissed his nose. “Good thing I got your eyes on me.”

[armsextended]

“i can’t sleep because of all this.” @owe-it-to-myself

@owe-it-to-myself

She tried not to look sympathetic, sitting beside him in his darkened kitchen. She doubted Davy was the type to appreciate pity.

“What would help?” she asked him. “We can listen to the radio, we can talk. I would offer to make tea, but I’m not sure you’re a tea drinker. Or we can just sit here. Tell me what would help.”