❝ darling, let me trace the lines on your tattooed heart ❞
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Can I just say that Grace looks absolutely, beyond adorable when she sleeps. Her lips natural curl up, forming a soft smile as she dreams, her arms resting next to her head.
I continued to sit next to her after placing a blanket on her to keep her warm, watching the movie as it silently plays out, keeping it on mute so let her sleep.
After I was convinced she was not going to wake up at a small amount of movement, I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone. I have two texts waiting for me. One of from my mother.
Mom: Isaac! I know you're with Grace, but come home as soon as you are done. Big surprise waiting for you.
I wonder what she is talking about as I type a reply.
Isaac: Okay, what is it?
Mom: I'd rather you find out for yourself.
I text her back and "Ok" before reading the next message, which is sent from a number I don't have saved as a contact, but I know exactly who it is.
407-617-3377: Did you forget about tonight?
Isaac: Shit, sorry.
407-617-3377: What the hell are you doing right now?
