Tired, snappy, unable to finish a full meal without suddenly deciding I hated the taste. I blamed it on stress, hormones, a weird stomach bug maybe but deep down, something pulled. Something quiet and unsettling in the background of my brain.
It wasn’t until Friday afternoon, when I was curled up on the sofa in Drew’s jumper watching reruns of a show I’d seen ten times, that it hit me.
My period was late.
Not just a little late. Nine days late.
I sat up slowly, heart pounding. I reached for my phone, flicking through my period tracking app. It confirmed what I already knew. I was regular. Like, painfully so. Almost to the hour. Except now… nothing.
I stared at the screen for a full minute, then tossed the phone across the cushions like it had burned me.
“Okay,” I breathed. “It’s fine. Could be stress.”
But it wasn’t fine. I felt weird.
Bloated. My boobs hurt. And my sense of smell? It had gone into overdrive I’d had to bin a candle I normally loved because it made me feel like vomiting.
I didn’t even realise I was crying until I tasted salt on my lips.
Drew was home when I bought the test.
He was upstairs in the loft, reorganising his vinyl collection with the laser-focus of a man avoiding any real-life admin. I heard him humming faintly as I stood in the bathroom, still in my hoodie and socks, barefoot against the cold tile.
The box felt heavy in my hands.
I took a breath, unwrapped the test, and stared at the instructions even though I already knew how it worked. I’d read it dozens of times before. It wasn’t hard. But suddenly everything felt like it was in another language.
The bathroom was too quiet.
I peed on the stick, washed my hands, and set the test on the sink.
Then I sat on the edge of the bath and stared at the floor like it might give me answers.
Two minutes. Just two minutes.
I couldn’t stop my leg bouncing.
I tried to listen for Drew upstairs. Was he still humming? Did he hear the bathroom door close? Could he feel the panic radiating from me through the bloody floorboards?
I glanced back at the stick before the timer went off.
And there it was. Two pink lines.
Positive.
Pregnant.
I didn’t tell him right away.
Not because I didn’t trust him I did. Drew was the kindest, most thoughtful person I’d ever known. But that was the problem. He’d be excited. And I wasn’t. Not yet. I didn’t know how to be. I was scared. Terrified, actually.
This wasn’t in our plan.
We weren’t married. We didn’t live together full-time. We’d only just passed the one-year mark of dating. Our life was a patchwork of travel, filming, early morning coffees and late-night takeaways, sofa cuddles and chaotic weekends.
A baby didn’t fit in that picture.
Or maybe I was just afraid I didn’t.
I wrapped the test in tissue and shoved it into the bottom of the bathroom bin, then opened a window like it would somehow air out the news. I stared at myself in the mirror pale, eyes red, a thousand emotions behind my face.
Then I went upstairs.
Drew was sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by stacks of records and a cup of tea he’d forgotten about. He looked up and smiled when he saw me, like nothing in the world could possibly be wrong.
“Hey,” he said softly. “You alright?”
I paused at the top of the stairs.
“Yeah,” I lied. “Just tired.”
He stood and crossed the room, wrapping me in a hug that made my throat catch. I held on for longer than I should’ve.
I lasted two more days.
Two days of pretending I wasn’t on the verge of a breakdown every time I looked at him. Two days of smiling through conversations and pretending everything was normal while googling phrases like “how to tell your boyfriend you’re pregnant” and “early signs you’re losing your mind”.
On Sunday morning, I cracked.
Drew was in the kitchen making pancakes. I’d sat on the counter watching him flip one with impressive flair, and something about the domesticity of it the normalcy, the comfort made the words fall out.
“I’m pregnant.”
The spatula dropped.
It clattered onto the hob, syrup sloshing dangerously close to the edge of the plate. Drew turned to me, eyes wide, mouth parted slightly like he hadn’t quite processed the sentence.
I stared at the floor.
“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I didn’t plan it I didn’t even know for sure until Friday. I didn’t know how to tell you and I’ve been freaking out ever since and I don’t even know what I feel and...”
“Hey, hey” Drew crossed the kitchen in two strides, hands on my arms, grounding me. “Y/n. Look at me.”
I did. And to my absolute shock… he smiled.
A slow, stunned, completely gobsmacked smile.
“You’re pregnant?” he asked, quieter now.
I nodded, lips trembling.
He let out a breath that turned into a laugh low and disbelieving and full of something warm I hadn’t expected.
“Bloody hell,” he whispered, brushing my hair behind my ear. “We’re gonna have a baby.”
I blinked. “You’re… not mad?”
“Mad?” he repeated. “Sweetheart, i'm...God, I don’t even know what I am. Stunned. Emotional. Terrified. Buzzing.”
“You’re buzzing?”
He laughed again, burying his face in my neck. “Yes. I mean, I’m still processing, but bloody hell, we made a human.”
And then, the wildest thing happened. He knelt down in front of me, palms resting on my thighs, and pressed a gentle kiss to my lower belly through the hoodie.
“Hi, baby,” he said quietly. “It’s your dad. I’m already obsessed with you.”
I burst into tears.
Later, we lay on the sofa wrapped in the same blanket, the uneaten pancakes long gone cold. Drew had his hand under my hoodie, palm splayed over my stomach like he could already feel something moving.
“We don’t have to decide anything now,” he said gently. “But if you want this. If we want this. I’m all in. We’ll figure it out together.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I think I want it. I’m still scared.”
“I’ll be scared with you,” he whispered. “Every step. But also excited. Because… it’s us.”
Us.
The idea of us being parents was still surreal, still terrifying. But with Drew beside me, it didn’t feel impossible. It felt like the start of a new chapter one neither of us planned for, but maybe… exactly what we needed.
First time Drew saw a naked part of your body was when you went swimming with friends, you had been tanning while they ran around with the ball.
You pulled yourself up, the material of your bikini top bunched and your nipple exposed.
That was the first time you felt a thrill, the blush that crept up on his cheek had your insides fluttering. Neither of you said anything though, you pulled your bikini top down and laid on your back. Though you could feel his eyes on you for the rest of the day.
Second time was when he had come round to drop round your dress you had left at his, he used his spare key when you didn’t answer and walked in. To his surprise you walked out of the bedroom with only your panties on, he just about exploded on the spot.
To be polite he pretended to be busy in the kitchen writing you a note, you knew he had seen, you’d heard him calling your name when he knocked on the door.
But you threw a jumper on and met him in the kitchen, neither of you talking about it. Though Drew dreamt about your perky full breasts for weeks to come, you dreamt about him bending you over the kitchen table and taking his way with you.
The third incident was when you were both at a party, and you had been grinding up on some guy. Drew watched from a distance, and when he noticed you went missing, he went looking for you.
And he didn’t expect to see you, skirt bunched at the waist and cock deep with the guy you had just been dancing with. Your eyes met briefly mid orgasm and he quickly stepped out of the room without saying a word.
Again neither of you spoke about it, his dreams now consisted of your boobs and the way your face scrunched up when you came. You dreamt about him calling you good girl and showing you a good time.
Finally, by the fourth time, Drew decided that he had had enough of pretending like nothing had happened. So when you walked out of your bedroom completely naked, and walked past your window Drew happened to be sitting by his bedroom window. When he noticed, he grabbed his phone and his keys and he raced around the block to your apartment.
The loud banging on your door gave you a fright, you grabbed your dressing gown, and raced over, looking through the peephole to see Drew, who looked frustrated. You quickly open the door for him, and he immediately pushes you back inside and slam the door closed.
“What's wrong Drew?” You asked, gripping the robe around your chest a little tighter, he stalks past you and starts pacing the room. “ Do you do this on purpose?” He questions, his fingers are massaging his temples as he stares at you.
“Sorry, what do you mean? I’m really confused”
This time you hadnt meant for him to see you, you were a little surprised at this visit, and very confused on what he was talking about.
“getting naked, flashing me”
“oh, maybe I do it on purpose, and maybe sometimes it just happens”
He stalks over to you and grabs you by the biceps, your heart beats a little bit faster, and your skin begins to feel clammy. You’ve wanted him to make the first move since you’ve known him.
But you can see the internal battle he is having with himself. so, you grab him by the face and smash your lips together in hunger. Your teeth nibble at his lower lip, he grants your tongue access.
“Wait, wait” he mumbles against your lips, pulling away from you. He’s not sure this is a good idea, it could ruin your 15 year friendship. But he really wants you, his dick already straining in his pants.
You pull the belt around your robe and let it fall from your shoulders to the floor. Drew’s eyes drink in your curves, his Adam’s apple bobs harshly as he swallows.
“Fuck it”
One hand finds your waist and the other grips your jaw. Pulling your body against him, he can feel the swell of your breasts against his chest. “I’ve wanted to do this for a really long time” you state, your arms wrapped around his neck.
He grips just under your bum and tells you to jump, your legs wrapping around him. Your arousal soaks his shirt as he walks you over to the kitchen table, your bum meets the cool wood. “You're so beautiful” he murmurs, he leaves open mouth kisses on your neck.
You dig your heels into his lower back and pull him closer to you, the buckle of his belt pressing firmly to your naked pussy, you let out a hiss and a shudder runs through your body. “I need you to touch me… please” you beg, he lifts his head from your neck and stares down at you.
You watch intently as he drops to his knees in front of you, he moves your feet so they sit on his shoulders. His eyes bore holes in your weeping cunt, your fingers grip the sides of the table. “Please”.
He runs a singer through your folds, your arms wobble from under you. “Oh!” You squeak, the tip of his finger swirls around your hole before he pushes it inside of you. “Fuck… you feel so good, squeezing around my finger so tight. Good girl”.
Your head meets the table, arching your back at his words. He inserts 2 more fingers just as he presses his tongue to your swollen clit, a loud cry leaves your lips.
You clenched around him, sucking his fingers in deeper. He was toying with your sweet spot, pushing you closer to your release. “Oh… faster please” you begged, your fingernails scratching at the polished wood underneath you.
His mouth toys with your clit, hot breath fanning over your pussy. “Fuck… I love the sounds you make” Drew professed, his fingers picking up speed within your pussy.
Your juices running down his fingers, the sound of your wet cunt sent the blood rushing to his cock, The sunset seeps through the glass windows, setting a romantic ambience. “I’m so close!” You cried, grinding your hips into his face.
He’s three fingers buried deep inside, knuckles disappearing within you. Tears trickled down your cheeks as your high finally reached you, your walls pulsating around his digits.
Your soft cries bounced off the walls. He didn’t let up his movements until you began to push him away, your pussy physically crying at his touch.
When he finally pulled away, his eyes met yours. Bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking, your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head in delight. “Such a good girl”.
“You like when I call you that don’t you” He states, he pulls himself to stand. Pressing his palms into your fleshy thighs, giving you a kiss on the jaw, cheek and finally lips. “Yeah” you breath, your pussy already begging for more.
“Can you kneel for me now sweet girl” he says in more of a statement than a question, you nod your head and move to sit in front of him.
His fingers hook under your jaw, lifting your head to look up at him. You bite your lower lip and wait patiently, your mouth salivating at the thought of his cock choking you.
“Be a good girl and take my dick”
You didn’t need to be asked twice, your fingers were on his belt in a matter of seconds. Stripping him of his lower clothes, he pulled his shirt over his head. Abs clenching when your fingers grazed his thick cock. “Can I?”.
His fingers grip your hair, your mouth sucking just the tip. The taste of pre cum on your taste buds, you squeeze your thighs together as you take him in. His cock hits the back of your throat, you gag slightly around him. “Such a good girl”.
You dig your nails into his thighs, pushing him further down your throat. Gagging and salivating around his cock, emitting loud moans from Drew above you.
His fingers tug at your hair, your pussy dripping all over your legs. Tears spill from your eyes as he assaults your face, the words good girl fall from his lips over and over until you're grinding against yourself for some release.
“Come here” he growls, pulling you away from his cock. He spins you around and pushes your hips into the dining table, holding both your arms behind your back. “I’m going to fuck this pussy like I do in my dreams, until the shape of my cock becomes imprinted on your walls”.
“Please Drew!” You cry, your cheek pressed against the table. One hand holds both your wrists while the other guides his cock to your folds, running them through to collect your arousal. “Oh fuck… I need you” you cry out.
He grips your hips and pushes inside of you without warning, a husky groan leaves his lips. You feel physically full, your walls fluttering around his girthy cock.
“Fuck…so perfect” he groans, his fingers dig into the flesh on your wrists. “Oh… fuck, I love your cock” you exclaim, his hips meet the swell of your ass cheeks with each thrust. You can feel his heavy balls against your clit, you wriggling your wrists but he doesn’t let you free.
“Such a good girl… I’ve wanted to fuck you from the moment we became friends” he admits, you let out a grunt of agreement. Pushing your hips back to meet him roughly.
“harder!” You order, you need him to give it his all. Your pussy needed to be abused by him, it weeped for him. Arousal soaking his thick cock, his movements quickened. Hands gripping onto your hips for support once more. “Faster!”.
He finally lets go of your wrists and you pull them in front of you, Your breathless moans are muffled by your biceps, burying your head against your skin. His fingers interlock with your hair and yank your upright, your back meeting his chest. “Don’t hide those sweet sounds”.
You cry out in pleasure, his hand sliding from your hair to your throat. He gives it a slight squeeze, the breath getting caught for a moment. “Fuck” you breath when he lets go, that breathless daze you get when your running out of breath washes over you. “Do it again”.
He gives you another squeeze and you claw at his arm, pressing your hips into him again. He pulls out of you and spins you around, pushing you back onto the table and entering you once more.
“Kiss me please” you beg, he grips your throat and presses his lips to yours. It’s hungry and passionate and you never want it to end.
“Oh god.. Fuck!” You cry against his lips, you clit rubs against the skin of his lower stomach. The familiar tingle begins to spread through your body, your pussy pulsating around his cock.
“I’m going to cum” you warn, squeezing your eyes shut and biting down onto your lip. He grabs your waist and angles himself deeper. He lets out a groan of pleasure, breathing harshly through his nose.
You can no longer hold on, letting the wave of pleasure hit you at full force. Physically shaking around him, toes curling and walls fluttering. You're soaking his cock, pure arousal dripping from every inch of you.
He’s right behind you, cock buried deep and spurting cum into you. You can feel him shudder and jerk against you, his moans and groans of pleasure filling the room. You press your lips to his as he cums, hands holding his face against yours.
“You did such a good job” he whispers, kissing your shoulder. You stay connected for a moment until he is completely limp, pulling out of you slowly. “Who knew I liked being praised so much,” you joked, your chest heaving.
He looks at you for a moment and quickly looks away, going to reach for his clothes. You grab him by the bicep and pull him back. “Hey, don’t stress Drew… I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a very long time, I just didn’t have the courage…Thought flashing you a few times would just get you to make the first move”.
“Well it worked… that was amazing, everything I ever dreamt about”.
“Oh baby… that’s nothing, I’ll give you an hour and we will go again”.
" i just wish you would talk to me " y/n spoke, looking up from the ground to see drew leaning against the counter in front of her.
" talk to you? y/n, we hardly even see each other anymore. you- you are always working, or at uni " he yelled, pushing off the counter using his hands to show his frustrations. y/n immediately scrunched her nose up, standing up slightly straighter.
" don't yell at me" she stated, not daring to raise her voice. it was ironic. at the start of their relationship drew would call her brave whenever she fought back knowing she had problems with it in the past, but now he just scoffed. "yeah, well your making me pretty mad right now" he retaliated, now towering over the girl.
he broadened his shoulders, adams apple bobbing before the girl pushed her hands against his chest. " stop it, drew "she huffed, hating when he acted like this. she pushed him, which granted didn't do much but aloud her to slip under his arm and take a few steps back.
"you know, you say all this shit. you act like your so innocent, and perfect" he cut himself off when he noticed y/n turning on her heel to walk away from him. " hey, look at me when i'm talking to you" drew demanded, stepping closer to the girl. anyone in their right mind would be scared at the way drew reached for y/n's arm, but it only fuelled her anger.
" stop treating me like a kid.i'm not five years old!" she argued, pushing her hair back in frustration. " pretty hard not too, your so fuckin' stupid sometimes " he retaliated, watching as the girl scoffed loudly, jaw agape before she spoke.
" stop it, drew " y/n spoke, shaking her head at the man. he tugged at his hair, leaning his elbows onto the marble counter top as he exhaled loudly. " 'm sorry" he muttered, realising he took it too far but y/n wasn't settling for some half-assed apology.
"y/n" he repeated himself, pulling back as he watched her pick up her purse." i'm going to go stay at maddie's" she murmured, not making eye contact with the man reaching for her car keys which sat in the bowl beside drew.
his hand on top of hers caused her to stop. his finger came under her jaw, forcing her to look at him."i love you " drew kissed her forehead, before releasing her hand allowing her to take her keys.
y/n exhaled" yeah" she mumbled, pressing her lips into a line before she walked out the door.
SYNOPSIS: Kooks and Pogues. Two tribes, one island. That’s how it’s always been, and that’s how it always will be. I thought it was obvious, for the crew it was pogues for life— risking nothing for everything. But, never in a million years did I believe that one day our destiny was bound to collide. That everything would soon crumble beneath my fingertips— stuck somewhere between the lines of want and need. But, the question is, where do we go from here?
Warnings- kissing, I don’t even think there’s any swearing in this, go me!!
Summary- You go for a job interview but little do you know your old school ‘friend’ Rafe is now the boss. ;))
“You’ll be fine” my mother smiled at me just as I was leaving the door. “You look great, you have a big convincing smile, you’ll be fine” she nodded squishing my cheek. “Mum! Okay thank you stop squishing me” I laughed pulling myself away and stepping outside. “Good luck!” She blew me a kiss as I walked off to my car. I laughed shaking my head at her. It was nice she was being so supportive of my interview, it was important to me and it was possibly a ticket out of the cut.
My hands were practically shaking as I drove my mums beat up car to figure 8 to the building of my interview. Getting out I straightened my clothes and headed in. There were loads of people in the waiting room, about twenty twenty five? Some from the cut but most were kooks. They stared me down like I was an insect, but I’d felt with that my whole life. I was immune to it. Another thing I noticed was everyone was quite a bit older than me.
They must have had a lot more experience than I had. I sat down and about five minutes later a blonde woman walked out with a smile on her face. It looked slightly off putting as if she was warning everyone off. The receptionist picked up his phone before standing up. “Y/n Y/l/n, he’s ready for you” he voiced. My heart skipped a beat as I picked my back up and shakily walked towards the door. I took a deep breath and pulled it open. It was closed before I realised who was sitting behind the desk.
Rafe Cameron. He was reading papers and hadn’t looked up at me yet. It wasn’t too late to leave. My hand reached for the door and his ears pricked up hearing the door handle. “Hold on- where are you going?” It took him a second but his confused face eventually morphed into a smirk as he realised who I was. “Y/n? It’s been a while huh?” “A long while rafe” I sighed still with my hand on the door. “How long?” He lifted an eyebrow sitting back in his chair. “Well we left school three years ago- so three years” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Sit down, let’s catch up” “why? What’s the point I’m not getting the job”. “Who said that?” Rafe squeezed one eye closed. “There’s history here- it’s a conflict of interest huh” “just sit down” Rafe laughed shaking his head. His hair had been gelled back but it was starting to fall down loosely by his eyes now. He had the top button of his suit undone and pulled open. I sighed and went over to his desk to take a seat. “for someone that lives on the cut you sure have a lot of business experience- and you’re grades are amazing”.
“But you don’t like pogues, you make that very clear” “I always liked you though” he said looking back up from the paper into my eyes. “No you didn’t” I laughed pulling a face at him. “You’re chatting shit, you were always trying to make a joke out of me Rafe”. “It’s called flirting y/n” he told me as he sat back again. My heart dropped and I’m pretty sure my mouth hung open. “W-what?” “Don’t stutter it’s not like you” Rafe warned me with a little smile.
“You never did pick up on it huh- that’s what I told myself anyway” “because you can’t handle rejection?” I smirked finding this conversation slightly more intriguing now. “No” Rafe laughed shaking his head. “Maybe” he changed his mind pretty quickly. “I’d say more on the lines of I’m not used to it” Rafe corrected me. “Mmh, perhaps- what have you been doing these last three years” “well I’ve been doing all that shit on my resume- you’ve clearly calmed down, ward wouldn’t be letting you work for him if you hadn’t”.
Rafe laughed out loud showing his pearly white teeth. “If by calm down you mean stopped doing cocaine every night then yes” “that’s- really good Rafe- well done” I swallowed nodding. “I want the company, the only way ward will give it to me is if I earn it” Rafe rolled his eyes “you’ve always wanted it” “and now? What is it you want?” He questioned with one eye closed. “I don’t want the job because you fancied me back in the day Rafe” I raised my eyebrows at him.
“Do you really think my father would let me live if I hired an incompetent girl because she was pretty?” “Probably not..” I trailed off “but would he let you live if you hired a pogue?” “A pogue that know what she’s doing? A pogue that’s going to work ten times harder than any kook I hired because she’s grateful for the position and won’t take it for granted?” Rafe sat forward putting his arms on the table leaning closer to me. “Are you really going to give it to me?” I asked as my heart skipped a beat.
“You want it it’s yours” Rafe nodded sitting back and spinning in his chair. “I do want it” I nodded seriously. “And I won’t take it for granted Rafe” “I know” he nodded becoming quite serious too. Of course that only lasted for about five seconds. “Plus it definitely wouldn’t be a bad thing seeing you at the office everyday- might even be a bit of motivation for me” he bit his lip which made my heart pound against my chest. He did look gorgeous, he always had done but now he was older and more mature and was doing well for himself. My eyes had hearts in them.
Rafe could clearly see I was speechless and he took that opportunity to stand up and open the door to the waiting room. “You can all go home, the jobs been filled” “but that’s illegal you have to interview us and take us into consideration!” One of the men called out from outside. “I could interview you but it would be a waste of both our times because you’re not getting the job, it’s been filled” Rafe said again harshly. Groaning sounds started flooding towards me before a cluster of people leaving.
“So I guess I should be leaving- you’ll email me?” I asked standing up putting my bag on my shoulder. Rafe looked at me before walking slowly towards me he backed me up against the wall because he just kept coming. “Rafe” I breathed out. “Why don’t you give me your number, then we can go from there?” He whispered lowly and flirtatiously. “What are you doing” I breathed looking up at his deep flirty blue eyes. “It’s called flirting y/n” he smiled keeping his eyes on mine. “Why do I like it this time round” I told him as my chest rose up and down.
I was nervous. He made me nervous, I was nervous for the interview and even though I’d gotten the job by some miracle rafe was still making me nervous. “Because you know I’m doing it now” he answered. I dropped my hand to the floor my bag slid off down my arm and I put one hand around his neck pushing him towards me. His hands wrapped round my waist as we both sunk into the kiss. He soon took over making it harder and more passionate. Never. Never did I think I’d be kissing Rafe Cameron. Not that I’d never thought about it before. Every girl in our school had.
“I can’t belive I just done that” I pulled away panicking a bit. “I didn’t hesitate, did I?” “No” I answered him softly looking back into his hypnotising eyes. “Then you know it was revived well” he raised an eyebrow for some reason reassuring me that he was happy I kissed him. “It was unprofessional” “You just spiced up the office pogue, I think you’ll like it here we’ll have lots of fun” “don’t call me a pogue” I put my finger up at him.
Rafes arms flew up in defence. “I didn’t mean it like- -it doesn’t matter how you ment it rafe when you say pogue it’s degrading, I am a pogue and I’m not ashamed of it but don’t you call me it” I warned him not liking the tone he had put on the word. “Okay gorgeous, I’ll use pet names instead, do you like being called princess?” He smirked “you have my number- it’s on my CV, I’ll see you on Monday” “you’ll see me tomorrow” Rafe told me going back round to the side of his desk. “O-okay- even better” I smiled excitedly. He watched me for a second not saying anything.
“You’re cute, I’ll see you tomorrow” he smiled warmly at me. “You’ll text me?” I raised an eyebrow. “If you promise to text back”, I nodded my head at him “I’ll text you back Cameron” I answered making my way towards the door. “Oh and princess” he called as I was half way out the door, my heart skipped a beat as I poked my head round seeing what he wanted. “You won’t be a pogue much longer, so enjoy it while it lasts” he told me with such a neutral face. I just blinked at him before closing the door and leaning back on it.
Just reflecting on what had just happened. I think I liked Rafe Cameron.
You were getting ready for work when you phone dinged. You grabbed your phone and turned it on before looking at the notification. It was a message from your boyfriend Drew. You smiled and opened it up to see what he texted you.
(Drew's text message)
Good morning, sleeping beauty. I just wanted to message you this morning to say that I love you and I hope you have an amazing day. I can't wait to see you later, that is all I can think about right now honestly. Your beautiful face is honestly all I ever want to think about. I'm just so lucky that you are my girlfriend. I don't even know how I would've survived without you before I met you. I had a surprise for you so I am going to pick you up from work today so I'll also drive you this morning. I'll be over in about 25 minutes to pick you up. I'll see you soon princess, 143. 💕
When you saw his message you smiled widely. You loved Drew so much, you were so lucky to have him in your life. You honestly didn't know what you would do without him either. His sweet message made you feel so happy.
You messaged back saying 'Okay, 143 🥰' and then went back to getting ready, super excited to see him when he arrived.
