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42 - husband huh?

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Belles POV :

I carefully curl a loose strand of hair In Penelope's face, Jada and Leo are going out together, so I said I'd watch her.

I unplug the curling iron, and set it down far on the table. I push her hair forward. "All done."

She gasps, and a wide smile takes her face. "I- Look so pretty!" She clasps her hands and I smile.
"You look so gorgeous."

She jumps off the chair. "I'm gonna go show Teo!" She exclaims and runs off.

I sigh, and rub my aching head, I have the worst headache right now.

After I roll the hot curling iron up and placing it on my vanity, I stand up and head out the room.

We need a bigger house, there's too many damn people.

I walk into the kitchen and the first thing I see, is Penelope in Matteo's arms and she's kissing his cheek.

"Oh my god.." I mutter making my way towards them. "What the hell." I rest my elbow on the countertop, and lay my chin to rest on it.

She looks over and smiles a dimpled smile, while her tiny finger points to his apron. "Kiss t-the chef." She states.

I roll my eyes. And turn my gaze to Matteo, he's smiling his perfect dimpled smile.

Why can't I have two dimples?
Why am I stuck with one?

A grin paints my face, "well in that case.." I slowly make my way up to him, and I grab his face crashing our lips together.

I pull away once I hear Penelope gasp.
"You kissed.." she mutters, in disbelief and I smile and nod. "on the lips." She points out and pokes his lips with her finger.

"Yeah.." I nod slowly, and her bottom lips pout. "he's my husband.." she murmurs wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his head to lay on hers.

"Nuh uh, he's mine!" I state, and she gasps, looking from me to him, then back to me.

A light coat of pink paints his cheeks, and his smile grows wider.

She frowns, her bottom lip quivers and her eyes become glossy.

She whines. "No.. H- He's M-Mine.." she murmurs sadly, and my heart melts seeing her sad.

And a single tear stains her cheek, and Matteo flicks his head towards her. "Awh.. No I'm your husband okay?" He says, wiping the fallen tear with his thumb.

She shakes her head and another tear falls. "No.. s- she said y- your her husband." She points a finger at me.

I frown. "I.. was joking okay? He's your husband." I breathe out, and her frown turns into a smile and she hugs his face.

"Yay!" She cheers and My jaw drops. "You little faker!" I tickle her stomach and the air is filled with her adorable giggles.

I walk away, towards the medicine cabinet. "What are you making?" I ask.

"Cookies." He responds, lowly.
I take out advil, and spin around.
"Ooh, Chocolate chip?" I ask, he hums in response.