Oh but that's the irony,
broken people are not fragile.
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Clinton Sammy Jr

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"Where's Purple?" Terry asks coming out of his room and settles beside me on the kitchen. I think he likes this couch a lot because he's always here when he comes to meet me.

Since last two weeks, I'm here in Mia's house. It's like I moved myself here and Terry is here sometimes probably to give orders for Mia. From what I heard from Terry I think her baking work is going well and she's happy which is the only thing that matters. She doesn't have any design works for another few days because Terry already has enough designs for the next board meeting. He can't seem to stop speaking about Mia. Everytime, I see Terry, he has thousands of praises for Mia. To be frank, I'm glad that he likes her and I'm sure my parents will like her too.

"Purple?" I ask him though I very well know he meant Laura. He calls her Purple.

"Laura," he mutters and I nod my head.

"She's busy with her work. You know, weddings are tiring as hell."

He snickers. "Mia?"

"In the kitchen, baking something for me. She spends most of her time in kitchen when I'm away from her. She loves baking but sucks in cooking," I say, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

"Tristian, you know she's still using all her salary for paying her dad's debt. Why don't you just pay it for her so she can finally spend her salary for herself?" I know he's concerned about Mia and I'm glad there're people who care about her as much as I do.

"Terry, I'm not going to handle her problems for her." I shift in the my seat slightly. I ruffle his hair like I always do.

"She's capable to handle it herself and I believe her to do it correctly. I'm going to be with her and support her in her decisions. I respect her and her decisions." Terry reveals a smile and nods his head in approval.

Mia...She had ruined me. Totally destroyed the man I had been. I had been an asshole who had life by the balls. Now a woman was holding mine in a vise. She brought light to the my life which was spend in hospital and bar.

Now, the very thought of her or scent of her has me painfully hard. All the time. She's the only thing I seem to find sexy anymore. I'll never view sexy the same way for as long as I live. Because Mia is nothing at all like anyone I've ever known. She can drive you crazy in four ways at once. She can make you positive you're losing your mind.

The fire alarm wailing suddenly snaps me out of my trance. Terry and me are immediately on our feet, we run towards the kitchen. I stop in my tracks when I see Mia curse as she use a set of tongs to grab the flaming rag of doom off the stove and toss it into the sink. She's still calling it a string of names as she drown out the fire. When the smoke rages on, she grab a broom to start fanning the smoke away from the fire alarm.

Just as she was starting to make progress, we hear a whoosh, and she look over her shoulder in horror as the pan she have on the stove-that is cooking lunch-suddenly spurts up a massive flame.

"Everything okay in there?" Terry asks, sounding a little concerned.

"Fine!" she yells, panicking as I search for something to put the fire out. She then freezes when she notices our presence in the kitchen. I fold my hand against my chest continuing to stare at her.

"There's a fire extinguisher under the sink," I told her.

She smiles nervously. "Ha! No fire in here! Just got a little smoky!" she shouts as she dive to the sink and grab the fire extinguisher.

Once the commotion is over, Mia sighs, tears in her eyes. I held her hand and takes her to the living hall. I sit on the couch and pulls her into my lap. Terry is in there kitchen, probably cleaning the mess Mia just created. I don't know how long we sit there, Mia in my lap, curled around me, my hands rubbing gently over her back, her tears eventually dry up and she melt into me, feeling the day start to set in and her eyes and body begin to get heavy. "Can I ask why you almost burned the kitchen?" I question, and her body stiffens. She try to move off me, but my arms hold me tighter, keeping me in place. "Talk to me."

"I was cooking," she admit quietly, and my body goes rock-solid.

"Pardon?"

"I know you love cooking and I wanted to cook for you. I tried your special recipe but it's so difficult," I complain, and my body tenses further.

"You were going to cook for me?" I ask after a few moment, and now it's her turn to tense. Pulling her face away from my chest with my hand on her jaw, my eyes search hers. "You were going to cook for me?" I repeat softly, and her teeth go to the inside of my cheek as she shrug. "You hate cooking."

"I like your recipes, I also like the kitchen," she defend quietly.

"Love." My eyes move past her as my head shakes from side to side. "I can cook for us."

"I want to cook for you too,"

"You're not cooking anymore," I state after a moment, and I see her face scrunch up in annoyance.

"Yes, I will."

"No, you won't."

"You are so damn annoying." She push away from me, and since I was not prepared for her sudden shift she almost fall onto her ass, but thankfully I'm strong and quick enough, so I catch her before she does damage to herself.

"Be careful."

I steadies her once she's on her feet, and she lean closer to me, and shout, "Stop telling me what to do!"

"You're mad that I won't let you move burn yourself while trying to do something you hate."

"No, that's nonsense," she hisses, even though it is true. "I'm mad, because I'm trying to do something to show you that I love you, and you're being a dick about it."

My mouth fell open, my jaw worked, but no words came."What did you just say?"

"You're a giant dick," she huff and turn to leave, but before she can even make it two steps, I'm on her. My arms wrap around her from behind then I spins her around to face me.

"Tell me what you said."

"I did."

"Tell me again."

"You're a dick," she repeats in confusion.

"No, the part about you being in love with me."

"What?" she move back in panic, realizing what she admitted to me.

"You love me," I repeats quietly, and I stare at her, having no idea what to do now. I smiles then drops my face and nuzzles her neck. "You love me?"

"Yeah," she mutter, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck while tilting her head to the side to give me better access to the column of my throat.

I leans back, smiling down at her, then places a soft kiss against her lips. "Have you eaten?"

"No."

"Don't worry, Terry is cooking." I pull her into my arms and sigh. "Don't worry about cooking. I'll teach you someday then you can cook for me. Okay?" I ask and she nods her head in approval.

"Okay but I get to choose the movie today," she demands. I nod my head and kiss her forehead. We always watch movies at night and that's when we fight. We have different tastes in movies so obviously there's clash on who should choose. I never spend a night watching movies until I met her. She's like an angel who changed my life for the best.

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