Before Breakfast

by HelluvaGirl

I want to give you a present. Is there anything you want?

Hmmm… iPhone 6?

iPhone is not romantic at all.

I roll my eyes.

I’m not romantic at all. Ok, I want red stilettos.

Surprising you don’t own them yet. Ok. Where do you want to go for your birthday? Think somewhere lazy and warm.

Missed the part where he got into this boyfriend-of-a-high-maintenance-bitch zone. Jesus.

I said I’d travel with my daughter next time I went somewhere. Sorry.

So what would you both like to see?

Not sure. I have to sleep on it.

Next morning I open my eyes, enter the living room with the symphony of fresh breakfast smells and say:

I know. I want to see Malta.

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