We're forever; I'll remember that

I sat on the bed, my eyes traveling over Nick who shoved his clothes into his unpacked bags, giving me an apologetic smile. His curls bounced, running a hand through them nervously, biting his lip.

“Come here,” I sighed, sitting up. I was in a terrible mood; he was leaving to go to California as soon as he could, the plane leaving on an hour, but I didn’t want my last moments with him to be misused.

He let out a sigh, giving another apologetic smile towards me, his feet shuffling to my side quickly. His arms wrapped around my waist, my fingers gripping his curls gently, feeling the softness bring a smile to my face

“I’m sorry. I really don’t want to leave you… but this is-”

“This is big, I know,” I whispered, giving him a small smile. “But why are you so nervous?” I brought my hand up, my fingers stroking his soft cheek, his eyes closing slightly.

“What if they don’t like me? I mean… I have the deal, but what if they don’t want me to continue? What if they drop it?” he whispered worriedly, his whole face becoming distressed. “I’d be going for nothing… disappointing you. I wouldn’t be able to give you anything and that scares me it truly scares me,” he gulped, pressing his forehead to mine, his hands playing with the hem of my shirt, rubbing his thumb over my bare skin to create sparks.

“Nick, you have nothing to worry about. They will love you, absolutely adore you and your voice… everything you represent. And if they were idiotic enough to let you go, I wouldn’t care. We could live in a box and it wouldn’t matter to me, as long as I lived in that box with you. Nick, I don’t think you understand this, so I’ll explain: the way you are… trying to make everything perfect, with the perfect wedding and the perfect house… the perfect way you make love to me,” I whispered, blushing at the same time he did, “it’s all adorable, it’s all amazing… but you, Nick, you are the only thing that makes everything perfect. You are truly amazing and this is going to be so great. I’ll be here when you come back.”

“I love you,” he sighed, pressing his soft, warm lips to mine, his hand squeezing my hip while the other rubbed my stomach. “I’m so excited, for everything. My whole life with you… I-I don’t even know how to go about it, what to do next, I’m just ready to wake up after that wedding and smile at you, knowing that you’re finally all mine. And then when the baby comes… I’ll be reminded of how beautiful love can be, how beautiful you are…” he whispered, his lips grazing mine as his soft voice sounded.

I sniffled, his thumb moving to wipe my tear up. He pressed a kiss to my forehead, dragging his lips down to my cheek and all the way down my jaw line, planting one soft, sweet kiss to my lips.

“I love you so much, and as much as I hate to say this, go. Get on that plane. Make me even more proud mister,” I smiled sadly, pressing my lips to his softly, feeling his smile widen, his lips grazing over mine repeatedly.

“Remember, next week you can move into the house. I’m going to send the money from California and they’ll give you a call when everything’s set up, okay? I hope I can get home in time to spend the first night with you, but I really don’t know,” he whispered, pulling me into him farther, resting his chin on my head. Closing my eyes, I inhaled his scent, smiling and burying my face into the crook of his neck. “Remember that I love you, okay? Not anyone else but you, ever. I’ll be thinking of you when I meet those people, when I’m at that table, trying my best to listen, I’ll be picturing you, and I’ll try to sleep to dream of you, but I need you to call me… whenever you want. I’ll change my voicemail so you can hear how much I love you when I have to turn my phone off, so leave me a message,” he rambled, running his hand up and down my back. I couldn’t help but smile and nod, rubbing my nose across his.

“I love you,” I sighed, holding him close as he lifted me off the ground, his hands wrapping around my thighs. I let out a laugh, my cheeks flushing pink when his fingers rubbed over the fabric of my jeans, his eyes sticking with mine, never dropping his smile, even when he began pecking kisses up and down my neck, another sigh escaping my mouth, coming out as more of a moan. I could feel his hands tightening around me, his breathing shaky on my neck, his curls rubbing against my lips.

“I love you,” he mumbled, attacking my lips with multiple short, passionate kisses, leaving me breathless.
“So much,” he breathed, continuing his kisses. I almost couldn’t breathe.

“Nuh-uh. I love you more,” I giggled, his lips stopping, his eyebrows raising at me.

“Now Mitchie… I love you more,” he muttered with a smirk, his hands drifting up my shirt innocently, snapping my bra strap with a small smile.

“oh, no, no, no,” I breathed, trying to stop my urge. “W-we can’t Nick,” I hissed, biting my lip as he sighed, pulling me closer.

“It’s a tie. We love each other equally?” he questioned sweetly, closing his eyes when my lips met his.

“Mhm. Now go,” I whispered, kissing him once more.

He nodded, obeying by letting his hands slip on me to grab his bags. I watched him go for the bedroom door, turning back to face me sadly, my face mirroring him.

“I’ll call you as soon as I land, okay?” he said softly. I hated to be away from him… it was killing me, but this was for him. This was going to make him happy, and I’d look forward to hearing all about the deal when he got back.

“You better,” I smiled, running a hand through my hair.

His dark, puppy dog eyes flickered to my stomach, a smile appearing on his full lips, his curl falling back down over his forehead.

“I bet you’ll start showing… but I won’t even be here,” he mumbled, looking away.

“Don’t worry. I might not even,” I smiled reassuringly.

“Are, uh, you going to say goodbye… at the door?” he mumbled, looking back at me. I suddenly felt guilty, having planned to stay on the bed, but I didn’t want to say goodbye. “You don’t have too,” he sighed, giving me another smile, hurrying out the door. I knew I hurt him, but I couldn’t see him leave. It was bade enough knowing I was going to be without him for god knows how long.

Biting my lip, I crossed my arms, the door of the apartment creaking open, the bags hitting the walls and I knew I needed one more ‘I love you.’ Jumping up, I ran passed the door, jumping onto his back with a squeal as he gasped, surprised, dropping his bags to slam himself against the door frame, careful not to drop me. Quickly twisting my tight grip on him to his front, he gripped my thighs, a wide smile on his face, his eyes shining.

“I don’t’ want you to go,” I sobbed suddenly, his face changing to concern. Moving to bury my face into his neck, he stopped me, pressing his lips to mine repeatedly, trying to calm me.

“Baby, I can stay. I-I don’t have to…” he mumbled, his eyes showing that he really did.

“I want you to go, but I don’t want you to leave me. I’m not making any sense…” I breathed, taking a deep breath.

“It won’t be that long, I promise. And I won’t leave you after. You can come to the recording studio with me… you can, really. And I want you there. I love you, don’t doubt that. See that?” he questioned, grabbing my hand, running his thumb over the engagement finger, kissing the tip of my finger before locking that hand with his. I nodded slowly, smiling. “I know we’re young… we won’t be able to handle things like adults, but we’re us. We’re in love and we’re happy, I want to make you proud of me… I’ll be back before you know it,” he whispered, pulling my legs tighter around his waist.

“T-then… then will you show me how much you love me?” I whispered, pulling at his collar. I could see his breath catch, his whole body freeze up, his eyes darting across my face. A shy smile appeared over his lips, his cheeks flushing pink.

“As much as I need to,” he whispered, his low voice sending my heart to flutter.

“Over and over,” I giggled, his thumb moving to wipe the stray tears away, a smirk appearing.

“And over and over.”

He pressed his lips to mine again, holding me in place with his hands. My fingers wrapped around his curls, pushing him harder against me, a low moan growing at the back of his throat, his body limping against the frame. He ran his tongue across my bottom lip, my own squeak pushing into his mouth, his tongue dancing with mine slowly, the heat taking over my body. I couldn’t feel anything, nothing at all besides what I wanted… and I wanted him. I couldn’t have him now, but it gave me something to look forward too, and that was all I needed.

Pulling away, a sheepish smile on his lips, he planted a kiss to my nose, gently turning me, almost like he was rocking a baby. Another small kiss was placed at the corner of my mouth, and then down my jaw line, his eyes meeting mine. I smiled at the way they glowed, the way they stared into mine as if he were trying to read my soul.

“Love you,” he mumbled sweetly, dropping me to my feet.

“Wait!” I paused, catching him ff guard. I smiled, turning to run over to my drawer, pulling out the scrap booking album I had been working on, running back over. His eyes settled on the purple book with a large ribbon on the front, the words saying ‘Life’s Bigger Picture’ on the front. I watched him smile with curiosity, dropping his bag to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. Resting his chin on my shoulder, he ran his hand’s over the felt words, one hand rubbing my stomach soothingly.

“What’s this baby?” he whispered, my heart jumping. He knew I loved it when he called me that.

“I put it together, a while ago. I added some photos’ yesterday, when you were in the shower…” I smiled shyly, opening to he first page, my eyes scanning the very large picture of him in his football uniform, his determined face sweet. I could see his dogtags hanging over his uniform, the football in his hand causally, his chocolate eyes sparkling. The words ‘My Hero’ spelled across the bottom in tiny squiggles, my fingers running over the page, quickly turning to the next.

It was a picture of the day we were in the snow, throwing snowballs in the little war. Nick and I were on the ground, me on top, just when he pulled me down to avoid the snowball in the head. His smile was so bright and adorable, my own so loving of him. I smiled at the way he held me, his gloved hands wrapping tightly around my back, his nose touching mine, a stray curl falling over his forehead. Snow covered our heads, my legs tangled with his.

“I loved that day,” he whispered, his warm breath hitting my shoulder, his fingers hesitantly turning the page.

The next had a small picture of the open field when I first came to Preston Academy, the leaves so beautiful. Next to it was a picture of Nick when I turned around. I hadn’t realized I pressed the button, but it captured his face perfectly, amazingly without my knowledge.

“I remember that,” he chuckled. “I didn’t know you got a picture of me, though.” I smiled, leaning my cheek against his, flipping through the random pictures I took, spotting many of him-mostly of him, and I could see him blushing.

Flipping to the last few pages, I smiled down at the one’s of us in London, the one in the park where Fiona and Jason were. I smiled at the one of us kissing, the height difference making me giggle. His hands were wrapped around my waist, the lighting just right, making him look like a complete angel.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighed, admiring the picture as well, except he was staring at me instead. I felt myself blush, pushing my back into him.

I traced my fingers over his face, both on the picture and on the real thing, the real beauty.

“So are you.”

Peeling the picture off quickly, I was careful not to damage it, turning to hand it to him. He smiled brightly, holding it carefully.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” he mumbled, kissing my lips sweetly, pulling back to stare at the picture with a smile. “I love how you keep all these pictures… no wonder I never see any,” he accused, raising his eyebrows. I giggled, pushing his shoulder.

“If you want pictures, tell me.”

“I won’t have to. Once we get married, we’ll share all the pictures, take new ones. I’ll see every single photo and know how special every moment with you is,” he whispered, kissing my forehead.

“You really should get going, you might miss your plane,” I sighed, feeling a little better. I ran my fingers through his hair, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth, his head resting on mine.

“Love you too much. Miss you already. See you soon,” he grinned, placing the photo inside his jacket securely, grabbing his bags.

“Call me, remember!” I called, his body turning to face me, dropping his bag once more, gripping my face between his hands, planting his lips on mine one more time before smiling, rushing down the hall with a final wave, entering the elevator.

“I love you Mitchie Johnson!” he shouted as the doors closed and I couldn’t help but smile, not bothering to cover my maniac grin as people passed with wide and confused eyes, staring at my expression.

This was going to be a long while, and I couldn’t wait until he came home. Home. We’d actually be in our home, and I knew we were closer and closer to spending our lives together.