Page 52 of Dear Future Husband: You're My End Game

Maybelle: One kiss and you’re

already smitten?

Boyfriend: I was smitten long before

that first kiss, May.

Maybelle’s heart halted, paralyzed, her lungs collapsing.

Wow, this man…swoon.

She needed a minute to catch her breath and figure out a decent reply, so Maybelle rolled out of her bed, limbs a little flimsy, to dress herself in some fluffy gray sweats and a black tank before she flopped back onto the bed.

She laid on her stomach, legs kicking up behind her as she opened her phone back up to a new message.

Boyfriend: What do you have going

on today?

Maybelle: Maybe do some reading

this morning, therapy this afternoon

and Chelsea and I made plans for a

little rom com marathon tonight.

Boyfriend: I bet my mom is

loving having a movie buddy.

Maybelle: I know I sure appreciate

the company; it has been fun.

Are you up to anything

half as exciting as that?

Boyfriend: My plans aren’t nearly

as fun as cuddling up with you

for a movie marathon. I just have

practice, training and then a few

of the guys from the team are

coming over for pizza tonight.

Damn… now that sounds like fun.

Maybelle paused, lost for words because yes, while she has loved the last couple movie nights with Chelsea— she was, she hated to admit it, jealous. Some serious FOMO was taking root in her gut.

She wanted friends, to eat pizza, hangout, but she only had two friends in the world and one of them wasn’t even around to hang out with. That was her next thing she needed to conquer once she could walk without stumbling, get outside, and expand her circle.

Maybe she’d even get a job, go to school, join a club, the options were endless. She’d find something, she just needed to be able to walk, become independent.

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