《The story of my love.》Глава 20.
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Pov. Harry:
Прошла неделя со дня, как Моллз начала учиться в школе. Изз всячески накручивают себя, ей страшно, что что-то может пойти не так, и ее сестренке будет плохо. Но она все же явно переживает не по делу, ее сестра имеет прекрасных друзей, со всеми мы были знакомы лично и даже много времени проводили вместе за просмотрами фильмом и поглощением чего-нибудь вкусненького.
Сейчас раннее утро 14 февраля. Крошка Иззи еще спит, крепко обняв меня. Ее холодные тоненькие пальчики лежат на моей груди, а в медно-русых волосах зарыт мой нос. Запах лесных ягод, этот запах я бы не променял ни на один другой, этот запах ее, моей Иззи.
Жаль, но мне придется нарушить эту идиллию и приготовить завтрак. Честно говоря, я люблю готовить ей. Хотя нет, я обожаю это делать. Видеть ее счастливое лицо, ярко искрящиеся глаза, беззаботную улыбку и набитые едой щечки - лучшее, что только может быть. Единственный минус этого, мне приходится оставить ее одну, такую хрупкую, ранимую, беззаботную.
Тихо встав с кровати, я плотно закрываю дверь и иду в ванную. Простояв под душем десять минут, я спускаюсь на кухню. Найдя в телефоне недавно заскриненные рецепты, я достаю все необходимое из холодильника и начинаю готовку. Буквально через 15 минут завтрак готов, а кофе сварено и ароматно пахнет. Аккуратно укладываю все на поднос и поднимаюсь наверх. Открываю дверь и вхожу в комнату. Изз все еще мирно посапывает, но это не на долго. Ставя поднос на тумбочку, с нее падает будильник, и Изз как ужаленная подпрыгивает, хвастаясь рукой за грудь.
- Прости, - единственное, что удается выпалить мне, сочувственно улыбаясь.
- Доброе утро, - она широко улыбается и через несколько секунд оказывается в моих крепких объятиях.
- С Днем Всех Влюбленных, Гарри.
- С Днем Всех Влюбленных, Изз, - одновременно произносим мы и улыбаемся.
- Приятного, аппетита, милая, - поставив поднос ей на коленки, я тянусь к омлету, чтобы разрезать его.
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- Эй, я же его даже не зафоткала! - обиженно надув губки, Изз останавливает меня своей рукой и тянется к телефону.
- А это обязательно? - немного смущаясь, спрашиваю я.
- Еще бы, ты же так старался, - буквально пропела Бель, фотографируя омлет, - а теперь иди сюда, - она тянет меня за воротник рубашки так, что мои губы находятся в миллиметре от ее. Поцелуй на столько легкий, что кажется, будто по моим губам провели перышком.
Сделав еще несколько счастливых фотографий, Иззи и я позавтракали и уже лежали в обнимку.
- Чем займемся? - заглянув в цвета морской волны глаза, интересуюсь я.
- Давай просто полежим? - крепче обняв меня, спрашивает Изз.
- Ты серьезно планируешь проваляться весь день тюленем любви? - удивленно спрашиваю девушку, - не надоест ли?
- Угу. Нет, не надоест, ты же рядом, - оставив на губах мимолетный поцелуй, она широко улыбнулась.
Люблю ее.
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