Nick is Jesus.
How do you cure cookie dough hangovers?
I;m not sure.
I don’t really know. Why would I not be? I’m alive, against all odds. That’s pretty cool. I guess.
I guess you’re right.
[Emmett smirked at her answer and he shook his head.] Of course. How could I forget, your majesty? [Scooping his girlfriend up into his arms bridal style, he started walking towards the door] Guess you’re getting around this way from now on.Could you like, kick the door open or something? Or can your royal toes not do that?
[Nicole laughed as Emmett scooped her up and tightened her grip on his neck.] I could get used to this. [Rolling her eyes playfully, she kicked the door open.] Onward my noble knight!
I- so why are you in such a good mood?
Me? I’m fucking perfect. I heard you and Emmett got back together. Glad I didn’t cause too much harm to the inseparable couple.
I uh- yeah w- Thanks.
Yeah, I- thanks. So how are you?
I’m good, I’m good. How are you?
Uh, I don’t know yet. Things that happen here, I guess. Or something fantasy. I still need to work the plot out.
Well good luck with that.
I think I could write a novel if I could sit still for more than 5 minutes.
[Whenever Emmett got himself worked up about a certain situation, he’d always hear Nicole’s voice in the back of his mind saying, “Baker boy, you worry too much!” He would imagine her shoving at her chest and then leaning up to kiss his cheek like Nic typically did. So, when she texted that to him as he was fretting over her, a laugh had burst out of his chest. Seeing her now with things finally being better between the two of them, Em couldn’t resist the urge he got to kiss her again. It was soft and fleeting, but then he started kissing all over her face. Nicole’s giggles filled the room. When they were both standing, Emmett stretched and when he lowered his arms, they circled around Nicole’s waist.] That recipe is pretty top-secret. Who do you think you are?
[Nicole couldn’t help the giggles that escaped when Em pressed soft kisses around her face. It was the silly times like these that she had craved and missed. The fact that she could be completely herself around him and not have to worry about what he will think of her was refreshing. It was why she didn’t care if she was dressed up or in sweats. She didn’t care if her hair and makeup were done or if she just had her hair thrown up in a bun and not a trace of foundation on her skin. She could be one hundred percent her. As his arms came to rest on her waist, she wrapped hers around his neck. It was natural, almost like that was their home.] The queen of England duh.