Jessica's tattoo! I couldn't find one of Garrett's with the exact date I wanted :(

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Chapter Ten: I've Read Enough Wattpad Books To Know How That Turns Out

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Waking up hungover will always be at the bottom of my favorite things. Forgetting to shut the blinds is right after that.

I groaned as I rolled over stuffing my face into whatever made the light go away.

In this case, I had placed my face in Garrett's armpit. That was one way to get me up. That absolutely stunk.

I groaned scrunching up my nose before sitting up a little. If I wasn't going to sleep, Garrett sure as hell wasn't going to either. I leaned over him and started to kiss his jawline before he started to stir.

"Babe, I love that you're doing this, but my head hurts like a bitch I cant focus." He didn't bother opening his eyes, so I continued to kiss his neck until he opened them.

He eventually groaned and opened his eyes, they were still a little red from all of his alcohol consumption from the night before. I had a pleading look on my face before he raised an eyebrow, "What do you want?"

"Can you please go get Advil or something," his face turned into a frown, "Please, you'd be the best future baby daddy in the world!"

He ran a hand over his face before letting out another groan, "Fine but you owe me one night of sexy time."

"Deal."

He slowly got up and disappeared downstairs to retrieve the medication for healing our hangovers. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand so I would scroll through my social media feed. Apparently, I had a ton of new Instagram likes.

Oh god, what did I post last night?

I opened up the page to see a picture of a tattoo of an airplane on a forearm. Shit did I?

I turned over my arm and sure enough, it was mine. I scroll to the next picture and it was of a chest with a roman numeral date. I couldn't think hard enough to figure out what day it was, but it was definitely Garrett's chest.

He comes back up into the bedroom a few minutes later and I drown the pills down with a bottle of water he had given me.

"So since I got your pills, we get to shower together."

I rolled my eyes, how is it possible to be horny and hungover at the same time? "Okay."

We both walk into the bathroom and I stare at myself in the mirror. I looked like shit.

My hair was everywhere and there was makeup smeared all under my eyes. I looked like a damn raccoon. I grabbed a makeup wipe and attempted to get the excess mascara and whatnot off of my eyes.

Garrett watches me do this before saying, "Thank god, I didn't know how much longer I could look at you looking like that."

I flipped him off before once again staring at my airplane tattoo, I look up at him and he was oblivious to it. "Gare, do you remember getting these?" I point to my wrist and then to his chest.

His eyes fell down to his chest and ran his hand over the roman numbers. He then proceeded to throw his head back and laugh, "I can't believe we did that. What a good fucking night."

I laughed along with him, "Yeah if you don't end up somewhere else before going home drunk, it wasn't a good night."

"Definitely, how sexy would I look with a sleeve though?" He curiously flexes his right arm pretending his arm was filled with tattoos.

I shrugged, "Probably really fucking sexy."

He wiggles his eyebrows before pulling his boxers off to get into the shower. I do the same and take off my oversized t-shirt and underwear.

He grabs my hand and pulls me into the shower and we begin to do everything but shower.

It's not like I had a class in about an hour. But, anything for my boy.

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Journalism class was unbelievably boring today. I wanted to shoot myself in the head because the professor has such a monotone voice and put me to sleep. Every. Single. Class.

Finals started in a little over a month, so I just have to get through that. Then one more semester of college, and I'm a free woman!

Well, not free. I still have to find a job. I plan on contacting the New York Times pretty soon. I'm so fucking excited.

Garrett has his last few games of football before he will hopefully be drafted into the National Football League, also known as, the NFL.

It wasn't until March so he had a few months to get prepared.

Since today was November 2nd, I needed to start planning Thanksgiving and Christmas. Where would we be going? Who is coming? All of that kind of stuff.

I needed to start thinking of things to get Garrett for Christmas, I mean he already has everything he could ever want. What else could he need? A new car? A new watch?

He buys me all of these lovely gifts I just feel like I don't return the favor enough. I want to get him something really special. Something that would mean a lot to him.

I just couldn't think of something good enough.

The only thing that could come to my mind is a baby. But, I didn't want to get pregnant before we got married. Plus, I want to at least twenty two and have a career before we start a family.

Is that bad?

I wouldn't mind starting our family now, but when he leaves for the NFL, I probably won't get to see him all the time so I will basically be raising the child myself. With a full-time job.

I don't want to hire a nanny and never have time for my princess or prince, I've read enough Wattpad books to know how that turns out.

I'll just have to sleep on the gift idea.

I was in desperate need of a nap, I was exhausted. I need to stop drinking every night. My liver is going to shit.

Since Garrett has to start practice again, he won't be drinking until probably Thanksgiving. Therefore, I'll survive with the occasional glass of wine or beer at dinner.

I vow to not take another shot of tequila or fireball until Garrett does.

Let's see if I can keep that promise to myself.

I was currently on my way to times square because I was in need of some new outfits. Wearing the same five pairs of shirts every day even though I have hundreds in my closet was not cutting it out anymore.

I took a taxi cab down here because I figured I wouldn't be able to find a parking spot down here anyway. I walked to the first store that I would go into, Nike. The store wasn't exactly in Times Square so I figured I would just walk a few blocks to wherever I went next.

I was in search of new workout clothes. The cool air was finally coming in from up north, so sadly winter would be coming soon. I was excited to finally spend another winter in New York since I had spent the last two in London.

I was kind of sad that I didn't pick up an English accent while I was away, I was kind of hoping to sound way cooler and proper.

I searched through the endless amounts of clothing and settled on a few pairs of leggings and a cute 3/4th zip long sleeve shirt. I also grabbed another shirt for Garrett since I had stolen so many of his. I felt bad, but let's be honest, I didn't really.

They were comfy and smelled like him.

I paid the cashier and grabbed the bad and walked out of the store and started my walk to Victoria Secret. I was in desperate need of new underwear.

Around ten minutes later, I finally arrived at the huge store. I hate how many people were in the city. Can Y'all go back to where you are from?

Oops, the southern in me just slipped out of me a little.

I smiled when I saw the sale they had going on at the moment, 7 panties for $28. I ran around the endless numbers of underwear drawers and picked out some cute undies. I mostly had thongs in my hands, but I grabbed a pair of granny panties for when my period came.

Because let's be honest, I would never ruin one of my favorite thongs.

I walked throughout the store and immediately stopped when I passed the lingerie. Huh. That is cute. It was a black lace plunge suit. It was cute and probably would look good as hell on me.

I grabbed it off of the hook and added it to my cart. I grabbed a few bras and bralettes before heading to the neverending checkout line. Do these people really have nothing else to do?

Oh, the irony.

I eventually paid the cashier and I checked my phone to see if I had any messages before I went to my next store. I did have a message from Garrett. I opened it and smiled.

Garrett:
It's hard to focus on workouts when you're the only thing on my mind. Love you future baby mama.

Jessica:
Bit blurry babe, LOL! I miss you & I love you!

I sent him a quick selfie back before continuing my shopping. I sighed, where to next?

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I shut the door to the taxi and jogged up the stairs to the apartment. Three stores later I had finally decided to call it a day. On the bright side, I had gotten a few new outfits I couldn't wait to wear.

I threw the bags down on the bedroom floor and was going to head downstairs to cook dinner but something caught my eye. The Victoria Secret bag.

I bit my lip, should I put it on? I'm sure Garrett would appreciate it.

I pulled the lingerie out of the bag. I'm gonna do it.

I took off all of my clothes and slipped on the bodysuit. I walked around to the mirror and looked at myself.

Shit.

I looked at my phone and saw that I had about five minutes before Garrett would get home from practice. I ran down to the kitchen and started to get stuff out for dinner. Well, when he walks in and I'm wearing this he's not going to want dinner, Jessica.

I grabbed some celery and ranch and decided to snack on that until he arrived.

A few minutes later I heard the door open and slam close. "Babe?" I heard him call out.

I leaned on the counter and bit my lip to prevent myself from saying anything. I heard him getting closer by the panicking of his footsteps.

He walks into the kitchen and his jaw drops open. He throws his bag on the floor and strides over to me as quickly as he could.

He kisses me passionately and I lightly tug at his hair, which turned us both on. He broke the kiss and leaned into my ear, "What is this all about?"

I shrugged, "Just because."

He grins slapping my ass before grabbing me and lifting me up onto his arms. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist. "This is definitely one of your sexiest looks yet, comes in line after that Halloween costume of you pretending to be me."

I grinned, "I missed you."

"I missed you too," His eyes twinkled in amusement before becoming darker with lust, "But my favorite look is you naked under me."

I let out a giggle before kissing him with all I could as he ran up the stairs without breaking our kiss.

I just hoped he didn't rip this, I paid good money for this.

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