day 7

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( Curtis pov)

"Curtis" Marshall wipers.
" what is the mater baby" I ask.
" it's could outside " he said looking out sid.
" that because it winter baby" I say wrapping my arms around he's waist as he steers out are bedroom window and in to the back garden. The sun is slowly setting cursing the sky to go orange.
" what do you want to do" I ask resting my chin on the top of he's head.
" I thought we were going to watch a movie and order pizza and food and shit" he said still looking out the window.
" I didn't mean tonight I mean..... Is there anything you want to do later I mean... " I code not continue.
" well I would like too go to the beach. But it's really could" he said rubbing my hands.
" You want to go to the beach? " I ask.
" yeah but it is could and I don't want to be could"
" baby if you want to go to a hot beach we can go for like a weekend or even a week. We can do what ever you want baby " I say kissing he's neck.
" we can" he asked.
" baby we can do what ever you want I'll hire a private jet I book a house on a private beach we can just spend a weekend a way on a hot beach " I say kissing he's neck.
" that would be really nice. " he said turning around and wrapping he's arms around me he's head on my chest.
" I'll book it tomorrow " I say
" I love you" he reaches up on he's tiptoe and kisses me.
I kiss him back my hand rest under he's but.
" I love you too baby boy"

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