Page 35 of Scared Love

“Of course, baby girl. I’ll go look for that.”

I hate the fact that she thinks she has to walk around on

eggshells, but I get it. I can’t wait to get those fuckers. I’m

going to rip every finger nail off there's off, one by one!

I hear the bedroom door open and she slowly walks to the

couch with her hands in her sleeves. She sits on the

opposite end of the couch and I put the popcorn bowl

between us. It was already pretty late, since we left the

hospital late this morning, then eating breakfast, and then her lengthy shower. Even after our tongue fight it was

already five at night. She is probably hungry again.

“I’m going to make a pizza, you want some?”

“Uh.. sure, that’s fine. Thank you.”

I put a frozen pizza in the oven. I’m not the cook of the

family. That’s Marco.

The movie has already started and she’s taking tiny bites

of popcorn and taking sips of water. She is so cute when

she eats. I know she wants to eat more. But I think she’s

scared to take more. Thirty minutes into the movie, I notice

she has scooted closer to me. I can’t help but smirk at

myself because she is trying to be inconspicuous.

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I get the pizza out of the oven and start separating it out

on two plates. It’s a little burnt but hopefully she still likes

it.

“Do you want ranch, pineapples, or anything with your

pizza?”

“Pineapples? Okay I don’t think I’m safe here anymore.”

She starts to wrap the blanket around her, giggling softly.

I frown and start to amend the offer but she interrupts me,

saying, “I’m just kidding. No, I’m good.” She laughs at my reaction and I think that’s the first time I

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