Pov Scarlett

Being home again honestly feels pretty good.

Not that I don’t like the house in LA, it’s great and filming was so much fun and it was nice to see so many of my friends and colleagues again but it’s just different.

I guess there really is no place like home.

It’s been two weeks since I took y/n to the movie premier and ever since, there were a lot more articles about us and my manager told me that it would be smart to give an interview to answer at least a few questions.

I agreed and talked it through with y/n before going to that interview.

I wanted to be sure what I am allowed to say and what she prefers to stay between us.

After the interview, a lot of random assumptions stopped, which I am glad about because even though she doesn’t care and neither do I, I don’t like people assuming things about my girlfriend that are completely wrong.

It feels really nice to be able to see her again.

The time in LA was kinda hard because I missed her a lot and even though I was really busy, I wished for nothing more than for her to be in my bed at night, so I could cuddle into her and tell her about my day.

Our phone calls helped a little with that but it’s just not the same as having her beside me.

We found our routine again, with me bringing Rose to school in the morning, doing some work while she’s in school and picking her up afterwards. Sometimes she was with friends and I brought here there too.

Y/n is also working again and I can tell she really loves this job and it makes me genuinely happy that she found something she loves doing.

On weekdays, she spends the afternoon with us most of the time and goes back to her apartment after that.

The weekends, she pretty much spends here and I love that because I get to fall asleep and wake up next to her.

I totally understand that she still has her own apartment and everything and even though one could say she practically already lives here, why not move in? I disagree.

Sure, she is here pretty often and I have quite a lot of her clothes here but it’s still different because she has the chance to go back to her apartment when she needs some silence or time to herself, which is totally normal and healthy.

Rose absolutely loves the treehouse y/n built for her and I bought her a little box for toys and blankets up there. Lately, she pretty much spends most her time up there and it makes me happy to see.

I am so proud of y/n for managing to build this with no experience.

It's Saturday morning and I feel her shuffle a little next to me in bed and smile, just knowing she is there.

Her breathing becomes a little louder and I can tell she is awake now.

I keep my eyes closed, too lazy to open them just now.

The matrass next to me dips down and I have to suppress a smile when I feel her breath on my cheek before her lips softly kiss me.

She places kisses all over my face and I can’t help it but to smile and open my eyes. She looks at me with those beautiful y/e/c (your eye color) eyes that seem to sparkle with love and I wonder how I got so lucky.

“Good morning, love bug.” She whispers and kisses my forehead.

Little butterflies erupt inside my stomach at the name and her gentle lips.

“Good morning, angel.” I reply and she smiles brightly at me before kissing my nose, making me scrunch it up a little. I lift my hand and brush some hair out of her face.

“I could get used to waking up like this.” I whisper and she smiles and lays down, her head resting on my chest. My hand moves to her hair and I wave it through it.

“Like what?” She asks and kisses my collarbone, a little teasingly.

“Kisses being placed all over my face by my beautiful girlfriend and seeing your face first thing in the morning.” I reply and glance down to see her cheeks blushing a little.

She is so adorable when she blushes and I love seeing her do that.

She hums in response, kissing my collarbone again in agreement.

Her hand rests on my side and when she slowly slides it underneath my shirt, I get light chills from her gentle touch.

Her fingertips brush over the skin and my body relaxes even more at her touch. The power she holds over me is insane, in a good way. It doesn’t take much for her to calm me down or make me relaxed around her.

“I can hear your heartbeat speeding up.” She says and I hear the grin in her voice. In reply, I just kiss her hair.

She continues to draw small patterns onto my skin and I just enjoy the calm moment and her soft touch.

After a while, she sits up a little and I look at her.

“I feel like making pancakes today.” She tells me and I chuckle and nod.

“Alright, I won’t stop you, your pancakes are always great.” I say and she smiles happily at me before pecking my lips and getting out of bed.

I can’t help myself but to look at her. She only wears a slip and a shirt that doesn’t cover her butt.

I bite my lip a little because she looks so freaking sexy like this and I could just ravish her.

But Rosie is with us and if neither one of us shows up anytime soon, she would probably come to check on us and I really don’t need her to walk in on us and scar her for life.

Y/n stands in front of the closet, looking through my shirts, which makes me smile to myself.

Once she found one she likes, she gets out of her sleeping shirt and I gulp a little, staring at her bare back.

She puts on her bra and I wish I could look away but I just can’t, she’s too beautiful and attractive.

In a quick motion, she pulls the shirt over her head and as if she felt me staring, she turns around and smirks a little at me.

“You know it’s not nice to stare.” She grins a bit and I playfully roll my eyes at her.

“Then don’t look so beautiful.” I shoot back and her cheeks blush again, making me smile.

I push the covers away and scoot to the end of the bed, making grabby hands at her.

Her eyes grow soft and she approaches me. I look up at her and wrap my arms around her hips, my hands resting just above her butt.

“I am so attracted to you.” I whisper and her eyes light up, her hands resting on my shoulders.

“And so am I to you.” She replies and sits down on my lap, straddling me.

I lean my forehead against hers and just breathe in her scent.

Knowing that her bare legs are right beside my body makes me a little crazy and I wish I could just flip us around and make her feel good.

Instead, I just let my hands drop to her butt, holding onto it.

She nuzzles her nose against mine and I smile at the soft display of affection. After a kiss on my forehead, she moves back up but I pout, not wanting to let her go. She chuckles a little and cups my face.

“Baby, you have to let go so I can put on pants.” She says softly, her thumb stroking my cheek.

“But I don’t want to.” I whine a little and she chuckles again, leaning down to give me a kiss on the lips.

“Come on, I’ll make you pancakes and coffee.” She offers and my pout disappears, the thought of her coffee and pancakes very promising.

“Okayyy.” I drag out the word a little and she leans back up with a little smile.

“But lemme just…” I lean down a little to reach her thighs and gently kiss the soft skin a few times.

Her breath hitches in her throat a little but this time I don’t mean to make her horny, I just wanna express my love for her and her thighs looked so soft.

When I lean back up, I smile sweetly at her and I can tell her eyes glint a little with lust but she seems to push it away.

She smiles and when I let go of her, she puts on pants and gives me a little wave before leaving the bedroom. I drop back onto the bed.

How did I get so lucky?

For real, I never thought I would find someone that would make me this happy.

Sure, I had marriages before but the relationship was never this sweet, caring and deep. The love I feel for her is almost insane and I know I would do anything for her.

I sigh and slowly get up, take a quick shower and get dressed before walking downstairs.

Before I see her, I can hear Rose tell y/n about her dream last night and I smile.

I enter the kitchen and watch as Rose sits on the counter, a bit away from the stove so she won’t get hurt, swinging her legs a little and talking about some unicorns in her dream.

Y/n listens to her intently while making pancakes and just seeing them together makes my heart fill with pure happiness.

Every time I watch y/n and Rose interact, it makes me so happy because I can tell that both love it so much and enjoy every moment of it and that’s all I want for my little girl, to have someone she loves and can goof around with as a parent.

When y/n told me about wanting to adopt Rose, I almost cried because it made me realize how much she loves and cares for Rose.

Sometimes I think she cares more than Rose’s dad but of course, I can’t judge that.

“Good morning, my sweetheart.” I greet when Rose is done talking about her dream and stand in front of her.

She smiles at me and stretches her arms out for a hug that I happily give her.

“Good morning, Mommy.” She replies and I kiss her forehead after brushing some hair off it.

“Mama makes pancakes.” She informs me and my heart jumps a little.

Every time she calls y/n ‘Mama’, my heart does this because their connection means so much to me.

I ruffle Rose’s hair a little bit and lean against the counter next to her, watching my girlfriend make breakfast for a while before I set the table and get out some blueberries.

While having breakfast, we talk about our plans today, which turn out to be not a lot, so we are free to do whatever we want.

It's actually quite nice today and one of the first warmer days, since it’s May now. We decide to spend a calm day in the backyard, where Rose would have been anyways.

After breakfast, y/n helps me clean the kitchen while Rose runs out to her treehouse.

Y/n and I go outside as well and get the sun loungers ready.

Rose watches us from her treehouse window before diving into her play world again.

We settle on the sun loungers and when y/n turns to lay on her side to face me, I do the same.

“We haven’t played the question game in a while.” She says and I nod, she’s right.

“Do you have a question in mind?” I ask and she nods. I look at her, interested to see what’s going on in her head.

“What’s your favorite food?” She asks and I scrunch my eyebrows together a little in thought.

“I’d say the casserole you once made.” I answer honestly and she looks at me in surprise.

“You liked it that much?” She asks and I hum.

“It was really amazing.” I say and she smiles at the compliment.

“Well, then I should make it again some time.” She replies and I am already excited for that day.

“What’s your favorite food?” I ask back and she thinks about it, her eyes shortly darting over to Rose in the treehouse before a little smirk tugs on her lips.

“You.” She replies smugly and now I am the one blushing.

She grins at the effect her words have on me. I clear my throat a little, trying to ignore the wave of heat that just traveled down my body.

“That’s not really a food.” I point out, my voice a little raspier than usual, due to my flustered state.

“But it’s delicious.” She smirks and licks her lip, driving me crazy and I squeeze my thighs a little together.

“Favorite meal then.” I rephrase the question and when I see the glint in her eyes, I raise one hand and chuckle a bit. “And I mean real food, you little horn dog.” I chuckle at her played offense.

“Fine. Hmm, I’d have to say your mac and cheese, it’s literally heavenly.” She says and I smile widely at her answer.

I always knew she liked it but I never assumed it would be her favorite meal.

I reach out my hand for hers and she takes it, so I lift hers up to my mouth to kiss the back of her hand, her eyes sparkling at the gesture.

“Okay, my turn. What’s your favorite cocktail?” I ask and keep our hands intertwined. She hums a little in thought.

“Well, I like fruity ones, pun not intended, but I’d say pina colada.” She answers and I nod, taking a mental note. She nods towards me, silently asking me what mine is.

“I’d have to say a strawberry margarita.” I answer and she smiles at my answer.

“That fits. My turn again. Favorite kind of pasta.”

I laugh.

“Sometimes I would love to know, how your brain works.” I say, containing myself again.

“What? That’s a good question.” She points out, chuckling a little herself.

“Alright, lemme think. Probably macaroni.” I answer and she huffs playfully.

“Basic.” She comments and I roll my eyes in fake annoyance at her.

“Mine is ravioli because there is something inside as well.” She explains and I nod thoughtfully, that’s a good point.

“A name you always liked?” I ask and she leans back a little, thinking about my question for her while. I watch her expression and smile.

“Boy or girl?” She asks and I hum. “Both.”

“Alright…for a girl I’d say Olivia and for a boy…Kilian or short Lian.” She answers and something inside me sparks a little.

I really like both of those names and for a few seconds I imagine her playing with Rose and little twins, Olivia and Kilian. Both of them have her eyes and her adorable smile.

I quickly push that thought away as cute as it is.

“Well, I always like the name Rose.” I say and gesture towards the treehouse, making y/n chuckle a bit. “Obviously.”

“But if I’d had to pick a new one…Lilly, probably. And for a boy Cosmo.” I reply and y/n’s eyes light up a little at my answer.

“Aww, I can literally see that, little Cosmo.” She trails off for a few seconds and I feel my heart beating a little faster at her words and the fact that she also seems to imagine that.

She shakes her head and returns back to me, leaning forward a little.

“I have another question, don’t worry, not as important as the pasta kind one.” She jokes and I snicker a bit.

“What’s a character trait that you find most important for another person to have?”

I purse my lips a little, that’s really a great question but also a hard one.

“I think respect towards another person and their boundaries. If I am with a person who doesn’t treat me with respect or knowingly oversteps my boundaries, I get uncomfortable and will leave as soon as possible.” I answer and for a second I see doubt flash in y/n’s eyes and quickly squeeze her hand.

“Don’t worry, baby. You have never been anything but respectful towards me and you always made sure to know about my boundaries, so you wouldn’t overstep them. That’s one of the things I love so much about you.”

Her worried expression falters and makes room for a soft smile and she gets up, deciding there was too much room between us and sits down at the other end of the sun lounger, her legs crossed. I pull mine towards me to make more space and lean a bit towards her to be closer. My hand automatically lays itself on her knee.

“I would say for me it’s that someone is genuine in their actions. I don’t like people who pretend to, for example, care about you but really aren’t. And when I met you, I was positively surprised how genuine you were from the beginning. It never felt like your interest was pretended, it was always real and that made me feel so happy and also cared for.” She admits and I smile at her as her hands play a little with my fingers on her leg.

“I did and still do genuinely care about you and I am very happy you could sense from the beginning that I did.” I say and lean forward to give her a peck on the lips, making her smile her adorable smile that I could never get enough of.

Our calm moment is interrupted by a yell.

“MOMMY! MAMA!”

My heart drops as I jump up and y/n and I both sprint to the treehouse where Rose stands in, looking a little afraid and tears pool in her eyes. My heart aches a little and worry shoots through my whole body.

“What is it, baby?” I ask and Rose sits down on the platform, seeming unsure what she wants.

I reach up my arms, offering her to lift her down. She sniffles a little before scooting closer to the edge and I notice y/n moving to stand opposite of me, able to catch Rose if anything goes wrong. Rose holds out her arms and I am able to get a grip under her arms and lift her off the platform.

She wraps her arms and legs around me, burying her head in my shoulder.

I wrap one arm under her bum and the other hand holds her head, slowly rocking her.

A few tears stain the shirt that I’m wearing but I couldn’t care less.

I share a look with y/n and we move back to the sun loungers, sitting down. Rose still clings to me as I sit there, trying to sooth her.

Y/n sits at the end of the lounger again, seeming just as clueless and worried as I am. Rose leans back after a little while and wipes her nose, her cheeks a little tear stained. I kiss her forehead and wipe some hair off her face that sticks to it.

“What’s the matter, Rosie?” I ask softly and she shuffles a little on her butt that’s on the sun lounger between me and y/n.

“I think I broke my tooth.” She sniffles and I feel even more worry rise up inside me. Did she fell and hit her mouth somewhere?

My eyes scan her face but I don’t see any hints for bruises or something like that.

“Why do you think that, sweetie?” Y/n asks just as softly and brushes over Rose’s hair. Rose looks at her with glossy eyes.

“Because it’s loose.” Rose explains and for a moment I am confused before I feel relief wash over me, seeing a similar reaction on y/n’s face.

She breathes out a little, still brushing over Rose’s hair to calm her down.

“You are able to wiggle it around in your mouth?” She asks and Rose nods, opening her mouth and wiggling one of her bottom front teeth with her tongue. I take a deep breath, knowing she didn’t get hurt.

“That is nothing bad, sweetheart. I know it seems scary but it is normal that your teeth get loose because you will get new ones, bigger ones.” I explain and Rose looks at me.

“But I like my teeth.” She says and I nod.

“I know, baby, but it’s part of growing up. Slowly but surely, all of your teeth will start to get loose and get replaced with new ones.” I explain further and Rose looks from me to y/n who nods.

“It’s a little hard to imagine and at first it’s scary. Wanna know the good thing though?” Y/N asks and Rose nods.

“There is someone named the tooth-fairy and she collects all your teeth and keeps them safe. In return, she lays you money under your pillow.” Y/n says and I smile softly when I see Rose’s eyes growing big.

“Really? When does she come and how much does she bring?” Rose asks and turns to face y/n completely.

She glances over to me, silently asking me how much I will give for each tooth. I hold up one finger.

“She comes at night, when you sleep. She’s quite tiny, maybe as big as your hand and she has a little bag with her, where she puts the collected tooth in if you put it under your pillow or on your nightstand. And when she put the tooth in her little bag, she leaves you one dollar in thanks for giving her your tooth.” Y/n tells Rose and without seeing it, I can tell that Rose is smiling excitedly.

“Do I get money for every tooth I lose?” Rose asks, suddenly not scared anymore and it makes my heart lighter to know she isn’t afraid anymore.