Cooper sighed softly. “I know you do,”
"Peu importe ce que," she added quietly.
He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. “I appreciate that,”
Fleur closed her eyes, but a tear slipped out anyway.
He looked down at her, suddenly feeling horrible. He wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her tight to himself. “It’s okay,”
Fleur pressed herself against him, letting several of her tears slid down her cheeks.
“Can it muffy. I still walked for those tickets,”
He looked down at her, suddenly feeling horrible. He wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her tight to himself. “It’s okay,”
Fleur pressed herself against him, letting several of her tears slid down her cheeks.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry,”
"You proud of yourself for that?" She chuckled.
“Yeah a little,”
Darren pulled into the driveway and sighed deeply. “Welcome home,”
He looked down at her, suddenly feeling horrible. He wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her tight to himself. “It’s okay,”
Fleur pressed herself against him, letting several of her tears slid down her cheeks.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry,”
"Je t'adore," she repeated softly.
Lillian opened the door and got out, "Yep. Home it is."
“I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry,”
"Je t'adore," she repeated softly.
He sighed, it’s not that he felt nothing it’s just that he couldn’t love her like that and that upset him more than anything. It’s all he wanted to do. “I know,” he said again. “Just stick with me, I’ll figure this out,”
Lillian opened the door and got out, "Yep. Home it is."
He didn’t mind the conversation I’m the back seat and just got out. Leaving the door unlocked so they could follow when ready.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry,”
"Je t'adore," she repeated softly.
He sighed, it’s not that he felt nothing it’s just that he couldn’t love her like that and that upset him more than anything. It’s all he wanted to do. “I know,” he said again. “Just stick with me, I’ll figure this out,”
"Je ne veux pas que tu mourir," she moaned.
“You’re the only reason I’m still alive,”
Lillian opened the door and got out, "Yep. Home it is."
He didn’t mind the conversation I’m the back seat and just got out. Leaving the door unlocked so they could follow when ready.
(You're the back seat?)
Lillian walked up to the house and walked in. Her footsteps were slightly faster than normal.
IN THE BACKSEAT. AH.
Darren smiled a little, she was pissed.
(Lol)
Lillian was very fucking pissed. If she had her flannel, sweatshirt, anything with pockets! Her hands would be buried deep within them.
“You’re the only reason I’m still alive,”
Fleur pulled away slightly to look into his eyes. "Vraiment?"
Mood.
Darren walked in and took his suit off completely. He threw his gym shorts from the back of the couch on and walked to the basement door. “Wanna join?”
“You’re the only reason I’m still alive,”
Fleur pulled away slightly to look into his eyes. "Vraiment?"
He nodded. “I don’t want to hurt you, and I know you wouldn’t be happy if I died.”
Lillian had traded her dress for some shorts and a tank. She walked over and then down, "Keep up slow poke."
“You’re the only reason I’m still alive,”
Fleur pulled away slightly to look into his eyes. "Vraiment?"
He nodded. “I don’t want to hurt you, and I know you wouldn’t be happy if I died.”
Fleur got closer to him and brushed their lips against each other. "I wouldn't want to live a life without you."
His blue eyes searched her for honesty and found no evidence suggesting otherwise. He pulled her lips into his. God we wanted to love her more than anything.
Lillian had traded her dress for some shorts and a tank. She walked over and then down, "Keep up slow poke."
He smiled slyly and ran down the stairs. “Keep up? That’s what I’m gonna be telling you in a few minutes. We’ll see who’s slow,”
Lillian was already at the bottom a smirk dancing on her lips and anger pumping through her veins, "Oh sure you will."
Darren grabbed boxing hand pads and put the on before stepping in front of her. “Punch em man,”
Lillian paused for a second. She let her rage fly has she punched one of the pads. Her hand stung a little from the impact, but that felt good.