Jonah Taylor
Christmas Day
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"TAYLOR GET UPPP WE'RE GOING TO RACETRACK" is all I hear repeatedly in my sleep
I've felt her move in her sleep all night like she was excited for something and now I'm waking up to her jump in our bed.
"Love what are you talking about?" I groan rubbing one of my eyes while also finding it hard to keep them open
"There's been no snow for like a week and it's only freezing cold outside so that's why we're going to get your Christmas present and because I'm the best gift giver and girlfriend in one-" I cut her off feeling my head start to throb
"Okay I'm up, I'm up" I sit up completely
"Good, dress warm hottie" She kisses my forehead
I don't why she says this as if I'm the one who wears a crop top in the winter, her coat is even cropped. I get ready and we settle for Grey outfits and Jordan 4s, I have on a sweatsuit and she has on a bodysuit.
She always wants to copy me in her own way, watch she asks for a beanie
I throw my beanie on my head "What about the stuff under the tree A'nori?"
"We'll be back, I won't kill us. I pinky promise Taylor" she holds her pinky out and I take it with mine
"Anything else this morning?"
"Yep, Jonah grab me a beanie please" She says running out the door leaving me alone to chose a beanie
she's wearing her hair out and I love it, it's black now
"Of course A'nori I'll lock the door and kiss our baby goodbye" I say sarcastically because when there's coffee in her system she moves so fast she forgets everything
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An hour later we are exactly where she said we'd be, in 45 degree weather.
"Okay I bought you a Nascar" the shock on my face is probably gonna make her fuck with me for days
"Bullshit" I say flatly
"I'm deadass, get in" She tells me sternly pushing me toward the passengers seat
By the way she starts the car I know she's gonna drive me fucking insane this whole ride and raise my blood pressure.
About 5 minutes later, that's exactly what she's doing
"A'nori slow down!" I shout over the loud noises the car is making
She's going over 100 mph, who the fuck does she think she is
"We're on a racetrack for a reason Taylor, I'm not fucking slowing down. Ouuu and the one time I drive you complain!" She yells back at me while using her hand for more expression, making me resist the urge to roll my eyes
"If we fucking die who's gonna take care of Bash!" I shout at her
"Grey! now stop fucking yelling at me" she shouts turning the wheel hard as shit with little concentration
Minutes later we're on our last lap because of the speed we're going at and she just abruptly hits the brakes.
"I'm gonna be fucking sick" I tell her unbuckling my seat belt getting out of the car
"Ok since you're calm this is actually your car I just wanted to drive it before you did" she smiles
she endangered my life with my Christmas gift...
