Chapter Four Hundred And Sixty-seven: Grandfather

The third point of view:

"Hi pretty," 

Anabelle was woken up from her sleep by a pretty face. A satisfied smile curved her face, this was heaven on earth. 

"Hi there, yourself," her hands traced his jaw. Never had she imagined that she would be this happy one day.

Julie leaned down to kiss her but she instantly pressed her lips together. Julie's brows raised questioningly, "What?"

"Morning breath," She murmured, now palming her mouth.

"I don't care,"

"I do care," 

"Fine, we'd brush together. Doing things normal couples do," Julie said and before she could reply, lifted her off her feet. 

"Julie!" She screamed from the suddenness. 

"What?" He pretended to be ignorant, carrying her to the bathroom before he pulled her down. 

"Don't," He cupped her face and brushed his nose against her skin when she tried to protest, "Let's just brush,"