I watched as my beautiful husband placed the cigarette between his kissable lips.And I always wondered how a handsome man like Harry can do such a disgusting thing?I made my way over to him,thinking of how I could possibly love kissing that man.I settled on the couch,next to him,starring at his prominent jawline and his pink,plum lips blowing the deadly smoke out of his mouth.
"Why do you smoke,babe,"I asked,out of wonder.He stared at me questionably,wondering why I was so curious.
"I don't know it just relaxes me and calms me down I guess,"he responded as if he didn't care much about the conversation.
"But don't I help you feel relaxed and calm,"I asked curiously,biting my lip.
"Yes,but it's just another way without bothering you,"he said,not seeming to excited about the topic but I was.I was constantly staring at his lips and teeth,his features,wondering how they could stay so perfect.
"But don't they hurt you,"I asked,feeding my interest.
"No,not really.Why do you care so much?"I could tell he was getting annoyed,but I stayed calm otherwise this civil dialouge would turn into an argument.
"I know they can hurt you physically.I don't want you to suffer the side effects of those things,honey.I'm just worried,"I said,raising my hand to play with his beautiful brown curls.Harry then inhaled his cigarrette and blew the smoke out,something he's gotten too good at.
"Well,they're my fucking lungs and they aren't any of your concern,okay?I smoke because I do,"he harshly responded.His answer somewhat disappointed me.He made it sound like he wasn't planning on quiting any time soon.
"Well,you smoke like a pack a week.You can get throat cancer,Harry,"I said,now completely concerned.
"Love,why are you so worried all of a sudden?You weren't so worried about it when you were riding my face.'
"Enough,Harry,"I replied,utterly astonished at what he just said.I was completely over this conversation and trying to get him to stop was useless.
"I'm sorry if I really care about you.I don't wanna kiss a man that reeks of tabacco or have kids with someone who can barely take care of themselves!How do you think it makes me feel that I know you may die from this,huh?! I don't want you to die before we expand our family.And I don't plan on going to a funeral or being a widow any time soon."I said,pissed and irritated.Harry sat there in astonishment of my sudden outburst of words but I needed to cool down before I start yelling again.I began to get up until Harry grabbed my hand and put his cigarette in the astray.
"Baby,I never knew me smoking effected you so much,and I'm sorry I made you feel that way.I love you and I do want to spend the rest of my life with you.And if smoking is going to prevent me from that then I don't want them anymore."Harry looked sorrowful so I settled meyself back on the couch,close to him.
"It's okay.I just want you to be healthy and able to live and enjoy your life with me,"I said, kissing him passionately,getting the slightest taste of cigarettes.
"Uhmm,babe,you taste like cigarettes,"I exclaimed,wrinkling my nose at the bitter taste.
"Oh,sorry,I'll go brush my teeth,"he said,a bit enbarrassed.Before he could get up,I pulled him back down for another loving kiss.
"Sorry,I just couldn't resist myself."And the sweetest smile spread across his face.
