Chapter 2: The Day-to-Day Life

I know it's almost six, and I can tell this because I'm already awake. I always seem to wake up right before the alarm goes off. I never mind. I love to just lay here and watch her sleep. She's been so stressed out lately. Graduation is only a month away for her before she starts medical school, and she's stressing more and more every day. I thank God that I'm not doing this with her. That I graduated a semester ago.

Her blonde hair falls in front of her face, and I lightly brushed it behind her ear. Her breathing becomes a little quicker and her eyes start to flicker open.

"Mhmm….morning," she whispers.

I move impossibly closer to her.

"Morning. Are you feeling okay?"

Her eyes finally open, and I feel myself start to drown in the never ending ocean.

"Yeah, just a little tired."

"We can reschedule if you want."

She traces my lips with her fingers.

"No. I want to do this. I'm so ready to start a family with you."

I smiled, and I knew I must have looked like a goofball.

"Well, how about a shower first? The appointment isn't until nine."

"Sounds perfect."

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I push her up against the cold tiles, as the hot water hits our bodies. I hear her moan into the kiss as my knee collides with her center, sending shocks through my body as well. She pulls out of the kiss and stares right at me.

"I love you," she whispers, and things suddenly slow down.

I start to realize how the situation had quickly changed. This had started out as a quickie, but now…it was nothing but love.

I smiled and kissed her softly, whispering against her lips, "I love you more than you can ever imagine."

She pulled me into her, kissing me, and we slipped right back to where we had left off.

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When we had finally come out of the shower, I walked over to our closet as she made her way down the stairs. She made breakfast on most mornings. She loved to cook. I loved it because on most occasions, she cooked with little or no clothing. This usually led her to be late to her morning classes…a lot.

I slipped on an old t-shirt, and a pair of loose Levi's. I stumbled down the stairs. I couldn't find my glasses, and I was out of contacts.

"Hey Spence?"

"Your glasses are on the coffee table, and your Vans are by the door," she replied.

She knows me so well.

I walk up behind her, and kiss her neck as my arms wrap around her waist.

"Thanks babe."

I sat down on the couch, slipping on my shoes, and suddenly my mind wondered to an older time.

I sat in the audience, smiling proudly as I watched her walk up to the microphone. My girlfriend: valedictorian. I winked at her as she prepared to speak. As her speech began, I listened as she repeated the words I had heard hundreds of times before. She spent weeks preparing it, and I was so very proud. Our eyes remained locked the whole time she spoke.

"I'm so proud of you Spencer," I said as she sat beside me.

She kissed my cheek and whispered, "Not as proud as I am of you."

We sat together and watched the senior video. She and I held hands as we watched my masterpiece unfold. I, along with a group of six other seniors made a remembrance video and I couldn't help but smile at the work I had done.

"You should study film," I heard Spencer say as soon as it was finished.

"You really think so?" I asked, puzzled.

"Yeah," she kissed me, "you're talented."

That was all it took. I was convinced from that moment on.

"Hey. What're you thinking about?" Spencer asks me.

"Nothing. Just high school graduation," I say just before kissing her forehead and standing up.

She laughed and gave me a quizzical look.

"So…I was thinking…we should go see my parents while I'm on winter break. What do you think?" she asked, as she sat on my lap.

"That's not fair. You know I can't say 'no' when I know you're naked under that bath robe," I say, smirking.

She laughs and lightly kisses me.

"That's exactly why I am naked under this robe."

I smiled, "Okay sure. Isn't your winter break in like a few weeks?"

She nodded, "In about two weeks."

"You call and I'll buy the plane tickets."

And just like that, I felt even closer to her. My family became our Thanksgiving trip and hers were for Christmas. It already felt like marriage. Who says a "married" couple can't be happy?

A/N: Soo...this is short, I know. I'll try to make the next one a little longer. Sorry guys. Hope you still liked it. It may seem like rainbows and everything now, but I promise it won't stay like that...I won't say anything more. lol.