I pulled away and rested my head on his chest. Something about him made me feel safe inside and I didnt want to let go. When we kissed I felt sparks and that one night, it was amazing. I flashed a smile at him and closed my eyes. "Are you tired?" I ask in a slight whisper.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I nod and stand, walking to the kitchen. "What do you want for dinner? If I'm gonna be a mom I need to learn how to cook..." I said, trying to figure out all the switches.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I look at him, "Just....What do you want?" I ask, turning on the stove. My arm touches the side of it and I jerk backwards, shaking out my hand. "Holy shit!" I laughed.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I nod, "Yeah...Since I control fire it should heal pretty quick." I smiled. I sighed and took a step towards the stove again. I took my other hand cautiously and turned the knob to make it less hot.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. — Mark Twain