I've Changed

69. you're my home

When I walk out to the field, the sun shines fiercely upon my skin, and my hand shields my eyes from the rays that blind me. As the blast of wind makes my hair flow behind me, the smell of fresh air and nature envelops my senses. Looking around, I notice grass stretching for miles in the distance, as well as trees and flowers strewn about our home, and a smile appears on my lips. It's perfect.

When I proceed further down the outlooks of our land, the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly down on us. The wonderful view of far trees and mountains that spread far and wide to look out to every day, the garden loaded with fresh fruits and vegetables, the cottage aesthetic of my beloved home constructed just for me. The singing birds and pinwheels rotating in the corner with our fountain's waterfall are warm and refreshing, as is the grass beneath my feet. This place is amazing and perfect for both me and him.

"Of course you're waiting for me," my smile widens as I run closer to the large and bulky weeping tree where I find my love every day.

"I'll always be waiting for you, Ellie Mae," his beautiful hazel eyes twinkling in the shadows of the trees around us. As I approach our small area, the joy on his face melts my heart. My mouth waters as I see the exquisite croissants, scones, cookies, bread, and fruits that go perfectly with the drinks and champagne in the basket. As I come closer, my heart flutters when he follows my every move and I walk to where he sits against the tree trunk, the blue and green blanket we got particularly for us laid beneath him.

"How are you?" I ask as he extends a kind hand and gently pulls me onto his lap, enveloping me in his embrace and the warmth of the summer day. When he kisses my cheek, the heat rises throughout my body, and my heart pulses with love.

"I'm doing amazing, now that my love is here," he says as I brush a strand of his luscious black hair away from his face, my hand lingering on the touch of his forehead before tracing my finger to his cheekbone. His eyes flutter shut, enabling me to study the lashes he knows I desire after. I laugh at the thought and his hazel eyes open as he hears my voice by his side. To have a better view of my love's features in front of me, I put my leg over him and straddle his lap.

"You're beautiful," I murmur, my breath taken away by everything about him. My finger, like constellations, traces the freckles on his cheeks and nose, reminding me of the one he bought. I laugh as I watch his face wrinkle up, before kissing the tip of his flushed nose and moving my gaze to his lovely pink lips. My thumb brushes against his lower lip, allowing me to feel the plumpness and silky skin, which I adore kissing. Finally, my eyes lock with his, and a shock sweeps through my body, sending a jolt to my heart, as if it were restarting it. When I match the green and brown specks to our surroundings of bark and trees, his stunning hazel eyes transport me deeper into his world.

"I can't compare to how gorgeous you are," he says, leaning in close to place a delicate peck on my lips that I hardly feel. I smile, my hands moving up and down his arms, trying to feel every curve and line of his biceps and muscles. As he wraps me in his arms, I want to feel the heat and contraction of his body moving underneath me. All I need is the smooth touch of his skin to find comfort and peace in my life.

"We're lucky with this view," I say as I turn over and put my back against his chest, feeling the firmness and subtle heaving of his breath. As he holds me in his arms, the aroma of his cologne blends with the landscape and air surrounding us. I sigh happily, my head resting on his shoulder, where I sense him tightening his arms around me, refusing to let me go. "It's incredible," I trace the horizon, where the sun aligns in the middle and forests and mountains stretch beyond my view.