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One month

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Even though Leyla had been busying herself in the kitchen for a while, Lauren was still lying in bed, wishing she had stayed a little longer with her.

When she finally sat up, Lauren saw her girlfriend approaching with a tray. There she could see coffee, orange juice and two plates How sweet, she thought, she made us breakfast in bed.

She then noticed something else when Leyla placed the tray beside her. There was a card between two vases with a heart drawn in it.

“Happy one month anniversary, my love.” Leyla gave her a quick kiss on her lips and sat on the bed with her.

Lauren, too stunned to say anything, picked up the card and read the words she had written inside:

Happy one month anniversary.

Thank you for coming into my life.


“You probably don’t care about these cheesy things,” Leyla looked somewhat flustered, “but I wanted to do something nice for you, even if it’s something dumb like this.”

Lauren was still holding the card, uncapable of finding the words.

She looked over at her girlfriend. She looked so beautiful. Sometimes it was hard to believe how lucky she was, how she had managed to get a woman like Leyla to like her. She had convinced herself that that kind of happiness was out of her reach and, all of a sudden, seemingly out of nowhere, Leyla had turned her house into a home and brought this new dimension to her life she didn’t even know she needed.

She felt her heart swelling, like it could explode right there.

“Leyla, I…” Her girlfriend looked at her as she started to speak, and the words got stuck in her throat. She paused, realizing what she had been about to say.

She had never said those words before, but she knew felt them now. She loved her. She loved her.

“This is so beautiful,” she said in the end, silently chastising herself for not being able to say what she really meant. “Thank you.”

Leyla smiled that brilliant smile Lauren had taken so long to get from her, and was now lucky enough to see every day, and cupped her face with her hands, kissing her. Lauren took no time in reaching for her hips and lead her to sit on her lap. She deepened the kiss quickly finding her skin underneath the shirt.

“You’re going to make me late again,” she teased with a smile.

“Then,” replied Leyla, moving to get up, “I think should let you eat.”

“No.” Lauren put her hands on her back, and kissed her again.

They laid down in bed together, breakfast momentarily forgotten.