𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒

Forty-nine |My comfort, my love

•••ANGELICA•••

Angel's head was laying on my lower stomach as I was playing with his fluffy, messy brown hair. We were in our bedroom, tv was playing showing a first twilight movie.

I remember it being a less of a bullshit then. I guess I grew out of it.

"I still can't believe you have never seen twilight." I said shaking my head. He looked up at me his eyes still little glossy and his eyebrows pulled into frown.

"I still can believe you have watched it willingly. This is bigger bullshit then 365days." He said back.

"But this is classic. I bet Ethan watched it." I said back shaking my head.

Angel turned around so he was laying on his stomach between my legs. He set his chin on my lower stomach and I buried my hands into his hair again.

He closed his eyes with sigh as I started to massage his scalp. We were both in sweatpants. Angel was without shirt his toned body on display while I was in sport bra and one of his hoodies that was like a dress on me.

"He probably did." He mumbled as his hands went under his hoodie to my waist. He turned his head to the side and kept his eyes closed while he lay his head on my stomach.

His love language must be physical touch and I love that about him.

We stayed like that. His breaths started to shallow into slow and calm ones telling me that he fell asleep. I continued to play with his hair as I threw a sheets at his back so he would stay warm.

I continued to watch twilight. I was very close to burst into laughing at some scenes because of how ridiculous they sounded now.

Angels phone started to ring but he didn't pay a attention to it since he was peacefully asleep. I grabbed his phone with my right hand as I continued to play with his hair with my left one.

'Mom' was brightly shining at display. I frowned and picked up.

"Hello?" I asked into phone.

"Your name better be Angelica because if not my son won't be able to fuck you anymore since every part of body he would be capable of doing such thing would be gone in your soup that I would make you eat." She threatened into speaker.

I chuckled and shook my head. I love his mom.

"If he would be fucking another woman I would help you. Italians are great cooks." I said back smiling slightly.

"Angelica, love how are you? And where is my son?" She asked into phone sounding relaxed.

"I'm good and your son is currently sleeping on my stomach with his hands under hoodie that he gave me since I was cold." I reassured her.

"As he should, I raised him well." She sigh in relief.

"You really did." I agreed.

She raised him more then well. She raised him to be man he is. To be respectful, gentle yet rough, loving and probably whipped too. But I don't mind him being my bitch.

"Angelica, are you and Angel still in America?" She asked me.

"Yeah, why?"