Love Wholeheartedly | JB| a.u | BWWM

Seventeen.

When I got home, I found that Justin was chopping some vegetables in the kitchen while listening to music.

I smiled at the sight. Justin in an apron that read, 'Kiss the chef'. Gorgeous.

"What are you up to?" I walked towards him.

"Making dinner for my fiancé." He smiled at me.

I greeted him with a kiss.

I started feeling even better thanks to him.

"Your fiancé is one lucky woman." I smiled and pecked his lips once more.

"She doesn't know that I asked Catherine to make the salmon for me because I'm so clueless."

"I won't tell her." I whispered.

"But I did make us some dessert." He winked.

"Is that suggestive or...?"

"No. I really made dessert. It's in the fridge."

I went to take a look and found two tall glasses with layers of goodness in them: diced fruit on top of yogurt which was on top of biscuit crumbs...

"Looks so good." I smiled.

"I'm good at a lot of stuff. Just not making salmon." He smiled too.

"Is there anything I can help with?"

"You just stand there and keep looking sexy."

I blushed.

"I'll do the dishes after dinner." I said.

"Not if I have anything to do with it."

"How come you get to cook and I don't get to do anything to help?"

"Because tomorrow is someone's birthday."

My lips parted.

I was totally caught off guard.

"Didn't think I remembered, huh?" He smiled.

"Is that why your mom and Aisha...?"

"They wanted to spoil you tomorrow but I have plans for us all day. But they'll probably show up for dinner."

"Justin..." I smiled, defeated.

"I want to make it special for you."

"What do you have planned?"

"It's a surprise." He smiled my favourite smile.

I pouted my lips.

"Justin!" I whined.

"Uh uh uh." He turned off the stove and turned to face me, a smug look on his face.

"Okay, give me a clue."

"Okay." He took off his apron. "After tomorrow evening, we're going away for the weekend."

I squealed in excitement.

"Where are we going?" I smiled broadly.

Justin zipped his lips.

"I'm going to set the table." He pecked my cheek and went to get some plates out.

"I hate you." I stomped my foot.

"You weren't saying that last time. In the shower." He smirked. "I believe you said, and I quote, 'oh, oh Justin. I love you. Go harder, I love you'."

"Justin!" I blushed hard.

He held back a laugh.

"Not once did you say you hated me."