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Chapter forty four

Chapter forty four

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•Morgan•

It's been about two weeks since Romeo's friends came over for Xavier's birthday, and it's almost Christmas. Approximately 22 days, not that I'm counting or anything.

Parker still hasn't woken up. He's not been making any progress but he's not been getting any worse, which is a good sign.

Now that it's December, I've dragged Hayley out with me to the mall so I can do some Christmas shopping. So far I've already bought gifts for Gabe, dad, mom, Ellie, and basically everyone except for Romeo. "I don't know what to buy", I groan.

"Why don't you buy something from in there", she points to Victoria's Secret.

I give her a blank stare. "I'm being serious. He bought me the nicest birthday presents, so I want to buy something equally nice. I just don't know what", we carry on walking for a while until another idea pops into my head. "What if I buy him a new car".

"One, it's not like he doesn't have enough already. And two, he thinks your only job is in a coffee shop, where do you expect he'd think you got the money from?"

"I had a hard time comprehending what you meant, but you're right", I sigh, inwardly. "Well what do I get him then?"

"I honestly have no idea", she shakes her head. "But you still have three weeks, you'll think of something by then".

"Yeah, three weeks is enough. Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, come on, let's go", we make our way out to our cars, her going back to her house, me going back to Romeo's.

I was at the mall for hours with Hayley, without realising. When I get back, Romeo isn't home yet so I walk upstairs, fixing all of the gifts I got in a place I won't forget. I take a shower and change into one of Romeo's T-shirt's, grabbing my makeup bag to clean my makeup off on the bed.

After I've done that, I hear Romeo walk through the front door. "Babe!" I call out to him. "Come up here, please".

"Yeah?" He walks up after a minute, walking over to me sat cross legged on the bed. I pat the space in front of me, gesturing for him to lay down with his head in my lap. "What's going on?" He questions as he lays down.

"I'm going to pluck your eyebrows", I pick up a pair of tweezers, waving them in front of his face.

"What?" He tries to get up but I push him back down.

"Please?" I drawl, leaning down to peck his lips.

He sighs, "fine".

"Yay", I celebrate, quietly. He smiles up at me as I pluck one hair.

"Ow", he rubs his eyebrow.

"Relax, it was only one hair", he looks up at me with furrowed eyebrows.

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