Charlotte's POV
"Thank you for the flowers, Jack, and for being there with me. You gave me the strength to face them." I said as we snuggled in my bed after spending time with my family.
"You are welcome. I hope you like the flowers," he responded as he kissed my forehead.
"I love them," I replied, tracing his toned chest with my fingers.
"They are your family, Charlotte. You don't need to feel shy or afraid of them. They should be the first ones you ask for help or comfort when you are in trouble or when you feel alone, aside from me," he said, and I shook my head.
"I won't do that. My family is different from yours, Jack. You are close to your mom and sister and even to your uncle. I used to be the black sheep of our family, and this is the first time I felt I belonged to them," I answered as he cupped my chin.
"Hey, don't say that, don't call yourself that way. You are not a black sheep, Char." He said.
