hotashellevan:

He tugged and nibbled at her lip gently, running a hand up her side. “The hormones are making you more insatiable than before,” he teases.

She laughs some shrugging, “Do you really mind?” She asked moving her lips along his jaw, her fingers running down his bare chest.

hotashellevan:

A smile spreads across his face at her words and he presses his lips to her forehead. “I know, Angel,” he whispers gently, tilting her chin up to meet her gaze and brushing his nose against hers. “I love you too.”

She smiles and leans forward, kissing him slowly turning so she sat on her knees it front of him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, giggling a little as he nibbled at her lip.

hotashellevan:

“I’m glad I met you too,” he murmurs, guiding her slightly until she was turned to rest her head in the crook of his neck and he could easily access her lips.

She smiles against his lips and moves to rest her hand on his cheek, stroking his hair some as he kissed her slowly, and she sighs resting her head against his neck. “I love you.” She whispers quietly, not sure if he heard or not, but she needed to say it.

hotashellevan:

He nods, sighing and turning the slightest bit to catch her lips. “I love you, you know that? You’re truly the most amazing person I’ve ever met,” he murmurs, kissing her slowly and brushing her bangs from her face. “We’ll try.”

She smiles a little and nods nuzzling closer to him, she still had trouble saying the words, but she knew he knew she loved him. “I’m glad I met you.” She whispers, pulling him pull her closer.

hotashellevan:

“We’ll be irritable,” he sighs, pressing his lips against her shoulder and closing his eyes. “And tired, and in pain,” he whispers. “And it would be really, really hard to quit,” he says softly, lacing their fingers together.

“But i’ve already started to stop,” She says leaning her head back against his shoulder. “So she doesn’t come out addicted to cocaine…It would be worth it Evan.” She says turning her head some to kiss his jaw.

hotashellevan:

He sighs softly, setting the plates on his nightstand and adjusting them so she rested between his legs, her back pressed against his chest as he pressed his lips to her shoulder and rested his hand on her stomach. “I don’t want to give her up,” he says softly.

She nods leaning back into his chest, “Neither do I.” She murmurs moving her hand over his, sighing. “We could try to stop…No more drugs, no more drinking.” She says chewing on her lip.

hotashellevan:

maria-jackson:

hotashellevan:

MONIQUE DON’T BE DEAD!

im not!

The texty thing still won’t work?

no :(

hotashellevan:

MONIQUE DON’T BE DEAD!

im not!

hotashellevan:

He bites his lip, not liking her upset. He was pushing adoption but in truth, it was killing him. That was their child in her stomach. Their little girl who will have his curly hair with her complextion and vibrant green eyes with a heartbreaking smile coupled with dimples. She’ll be perfect, and theirs.

She sighs, “Maybe Chiron would take care of her.” She murmurs looking over at him, “He loves babies.” She said biting her lip seeing Evan give her a sad smile. “I know, I’m being silly.” She says with a shrug setting her food down.