𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 & 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫- 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐜𝐡

**Y/N's POV**

"So what time does your plane land?" I asked my wife as I pulled up to Raising Canes to order some food "it lands at four in the morning. So I could just Uber home so you don't have to get up early" she replied. Even though she couldn't see me I shook my head "no you don't need to do that. You're my responsibility you know I don't trust that shit. I'll be waiting for you in the baggage claim in the morning." I replied.

I heard her let out a giggle. That giggle always made my heart swell "I'm just trying to make things easier on you but if you insist I can't wait to see you. I've missed you so much, baby." I couldn't help but smile at her words "I've missed you more angel you have no idea." I replied.

I talked to my wife for the rest of my drive home. Once I pulled up to the gate and put the code in I parked my car in its usual spot. My wife told me she would call me before bedtime and we did our usual routine of reminding one another how much we loved each other before hanging up. I grabbed all of my things from the car including my food and locked it before making my way into our house.

As I sat on the couch watching some basketball while I ate my dinner I couldn't help but think about life.

I have been married to my wife Madelaine for two and a half years now. But we've known each other for what seems like a lifetime now. We met in kindergarten and became instant friends. We were in every class throughout elementary and middle school. She truly made life enjoyable.

We couldn't be more opposite of one another though. Madelaine came from a well-off family and she definitely never went without. She always had the newest everything, her parents drove expensive exotic cars. And she lived in a literal mansion. The first time I ever went to her house was for a birthday party her parents had for her when she turned eight and my jaw literally dropped when I saw the type of neighborhood she lived in.

She never looked down on me; she always treated me as an equal even when I knew we truly weren't. I didn't have a good childhood at all. I had to raise myself. I went weeks without seeing my parents. They had me young and didn't want to give up on the lifestyle they were used to drinking, drugs, sleeping around with different people.

If it wasn't for my "neighborhood Abuela" I would have starved most nights. We didn't live in a good neighborhood but Mrs. Diaz always made sure we kids had a hot meal to eat. And if she saw our clothes were beginning to get too small for us she always made sure we had stuff that fit. I always promised myself that one day I would be able to repay her for everything she did for me and for our neighborhood.

When high school came around Madelaine's parents sent her to an expensive private all-girls school across town. And I went to our local public school. That's when things changed for me.