Pov Scarlett

The month of June goes by pretty calmly, except for y/n having to wear a cast of course.

I still get angry when I think about the incident in the park, I hate that she got hurt.

Even though she says it’s no big deal.

I helped her with everything she wasn’t able to do on her own and showed her some extra love. She didn’t seem to mind, in fact, she showered me with affection too and I think it’s really sweet.

She went to work the next Monday as if it was nothing and I wondered if it really wasn’t or if she played it off.

After a week I asked her and she told me that it hurts a bit but she has her medication and knowing Rose and I are safe, was totally worth it.

My love for her grew only more after hearing those words and I decided to look for engagement rings.

I know I want to marry her and I know I don’t want to wait too long anymore to ask her because every time I think about it, I get excited and want to ask her right that moment but I want it to be special, so I contained myself each time.

I saw a lot of beautiful rings but so far none that seems fitting for her.

There are a lot of very fancy and flashy rings but that doesn’t fit her personality. She isn’t one to go bragging about stuff to other people and I know she wouldn’t feel comfortable with such a ring and the last thing I want is for her to feel uncomfortable when wearing the engagement ring.

I also didn’t want it to be too pricy, not because I can’t afford that, hell, I would buy her the most expensive ring if she asked me to but because I know she wouldn’t like that as well.

With valuable things like these, it’s better to put them under insurance in case they get stolen or anything and therefore you get an expertise and I just know that when she would have a very expensive ring, she would feel bad.

So, I passed by the really expensive and flashy ones, looking at some more subtle ones. I wasn’t successful in finding one though but I still got some time.

She managed to get the time off, I wanted to take her and Rose to London and I am honestly pretty excited about it because I loved London and can’t wait to show it to them.

Our flight will take a long while, so we decided to have an overnight flight. It’ll be easier, especially because we can put Rose to bed and don’t have to entertain her for eight hours.

I’m currently packing my suitcase for the flight tonight while Rose is playing in her room and y/n is at the doctors.

I offered to go with her but she declined, telling me I can pack my suitcase and don’t have to stress about another appointment today.

I’m trying my best to concentrate on packing but my mind wanders off to y/n every few minutes, wondering how she’s doing and what the doctor is saying.

She said it’s feeling way better and I really hope she can get rid of the cast soon because there are enough moments where it definitely frustrated her and I hate seeing her that way.

I don’t know if it’s just general care of if it’s my motherly instinct but whenever I see her with that cast, I wanna hug her and take care of her. But she’s a grown woman and can do most things by herself.

Rose comes running into the bedroom.

“Mommy, can we put Mr. Mouve into my backpack?” She asks, holding up her stuffed octopus. I smile softly at her.

“Of course, we can, sweetheart. You want him to stay with you on the flight, right? Then he has to be in your backpack.” I tell her and she nods happily and skips away.

A little smile forms on my lips at her happy, carefree state.

Rose had trouble with being on airplanes and I really tried a lot but nothing really seemed to work until y/n and Rose flew to LA and suddenly, Rose didn’t seem to mind because y/n made sure to show Rose the cockpit and let her have a talk with the pilot.

I am honestly so thankful for that because it makes things easier.

The train ride from LA to New York is very long and very exhausting to do with a child, no matter how much you love it. And I also would have hated to see Rose being anxious about the flight to London.

Y/n really has a way with her and I adore her so much for that.

Speaking off, I hear noises downstairs and walk out of the bedroom to see Rose hurrying down the stairs but being careful and not running them down.

“Mama!” Rose exclaims and I can only see how she tugs on y/n’s healthy hand to the kitchen and follow them.

Rose climbs onto the barstool before carefully wrapping her arms around my girlfriend’s neck and y/n wraps her healthy hand around Rose.

She wraps her legs around y/n as well now and gets hoisted up a little before hugging her Mama.

I smile softly, this was one of the first things they figured out after y/n got the cast because Rose was sad that y/n wasn’t able to carry her anymore.

Ever since then, Rose climbed onto something and wrapped herself around y/n when she wanted to be carried. Sometimes she even asked me to lift her into y/n’s arms, which I gladly did.

Because honestly, seeing my two girls interact and cuddle makes my heart flutter every time and my whole body fills with love at that sight.

I’m not sure if I’m just imagining it or if it’s true but y/n’s right arm seems to have gained some muscles since she has to carry Rose that way.

“How did the appointment go?” I ask and approach them, hopping onto the counter and looking at my girlfriend. She grins and moves her left arm, wiggling it a little so her sleeve will slide down and exposes her bare arm. I look at her with growing eyes.

“It’s off?” I ask, reaching out but not touching her arm. She nods happily.

“It is. The doc said to not strain it and to be careful the first few weeks but yes, no more annoying cast.” She says with a wide smile and bounces Rose a little, who cheers happily.

“Does that mean that you can give me more diving lessons then?” She asks and I chuckle.

Their swimming lessons started to include some diving and Rose absolutely loves it but since the cast is supposed to stay dry, y/n wasn’t able to take Rose since the incident.

“That’s what it means, little dolphin. We are free to explore the waters of the local swimming pool or our pool here again.” She says and Rose cheers even more.

Since the weather is warmer again, they are able to use our own pool for their swimming lessons and I am honestly looking forward myself to watch them because watching them together is easily my favorite thing to do.

“Well, not really.” I have to chip in and both look at me.

“You’re supposed to go easy, swimming isn’t taking it easy.”

Almost simultaneously, they both pout and if this wasn’t a halfway serious topic, I would for sure cave and chuckle because it’s adorable.

“I’m sorry, my sweethearts but diving training has to wait a little longer. Besides, first we are going to London, then we can see about it again, okay?” I say and both look at me, still pouting.

Y/n is the first to stop and sigh.

“Alright, fine.” She says and Rose looks at her, still pouting.

So, y/n bounces her a little on her hip until Rose’s pout falters into a grin and she giggles a little.

“Okay.” My little girl agrees.

Y/n kisses her forehead and places her back down on the barstool.

Rose slides off and goes back up to her room, deciding which toys she wants to come to London with her.

I look after her and suddenly realize that us going to London also means she has a summer break and after that she will go to second grade.

When did my baby girl grow up?

Y/n’s hands carefully snake around my waist and she rests her chin on my sternum, looking up at me. It honestly feels very nice to feel both her hands on my hips again and not one hand and a cast.

“What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours, bug?” She asks softly and I look down at her and peck her lips.

“Just the usual, realizing how fast Rose is growing up.” I sigh and she hums.

“We’ll make a second one at some point.” She assures me and I snicker a little but my heart feels like it’s growing at her words and what it means.

“You know, we can't really biologically make one.” I point out and she rolls her eyes playfully.

“Do you have to remind me?” She asks sarcastically and I giggle before kissing her softly.

“But I like the thought of raising a new born with you.” I say and almost feel my uterus clenching together as if it wanted to say ‘let’s go’.

“Me too.” She mumbles against my lips and gives me another kiss.

“But not now because we have suitcases to pack.” She reminds me and I groan a little and wave my fingers through her hair.

“When did you grow up?” I ask and she grins a little at me before kissing my collarbones and playfully biting it lightly.

“Never mind, my little biter.” I snicker and she lets go of me, kissing the spot and looking up at me with those beautiful eyes.

She lets go of me and offers her healthy hand to me and I take it before jumping off the counter and following her upstairs.

Rose is drifting in and out of sleep since we left for the airport.

I totally understand that since it’s pretty much around her bedtime and usually I would like for her to be asleep already but with the different time zones and everything, I feel like it’s better when she sleeps on the plane.

Besides, it’s easier to get through security and everything with a child that’s awake.

Luckily, there are no paparazzi at the airport, which makes it a whole lot easier.

We manage to get through security and everything pretty fast and on the way to the airplane, it almost seems as if Rose falls asleep walking.

I take it as a good sign because she seems to feel safe enough to fall asleep and isn’t worrying about the flight.

We stop and I pick her up.

She lazily wraps her limbs around me and rests her head on my shoulder. I kiss her cheek and carry her to the gate. We show our reservation and are let into the airplane.

I watch y/n look at everything in awe and grin a little, knowing that there are things on this plane that will blow her mind.

So far, she was only on a normal private jet but this one is a special over night jet, meaning it has two small bedrooms, one for Rose and one for us.

It's a newer model because they needed to adjust some safety rules.

I nod for y/n to follow me and she does. I was right, her eyes almost fall out of her head when she sees the tiny bedroom for Rose.

It’s bigger than a single bed but a little smaller than a double bed.

It’s surrounded by walls to assure some safety and only the end of the bed is free. I gently put Rose down and help her out of her jacket.

We already put her into her pajamas at home because we knew she would be too sleepy to change later.

“This is crazy.” Y/n whispers and looks around before she seems to realize something and quickly walks out of the room, searching for our room I assume. It’s a little down the hall because otherwise it'd be a little difficult with the layout.

I put mine and Rose’s backpack into the holders for them and get comfortable on the bed, holding Rose in my arms as she snuggles into me.

Due to safety reasons, we have to sit during the take off or landing.

There are seatbelts on either side of the bed, so we can buckle up but we have a little bit of time until then.

When y/n comes back into the room, her backpack and jacket probably in our room, she looks like she just saw the greatest thing in the world.

“They even have a shower in the bathroom.” She whispers and scoots to sit next to me. I chuckle at her excitement and lean over to give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Pretty impressive, huh?” I ask and she nods.

We cuddle a little more until we fasten the seatbelt and take off.

Rose is half awake again and I give her some water to drink, to make sure the pressure won’t hurt her ears.

Once we are safe in the air, I put her to sleep and tug her in, reminding her to knock before coming into our bedroom, so we won’t think it’s an emergency with the plane or so.

I have to admit, that’s kind of a little lie, I just want to make sure she knocks because I have plans for this plane ride and really don’t need Rose to walk in on them.

We leave Rose’s room and y/n declares she wants to take a shower and see how it feels to shower so high in the hair. I laugh a little and give her a kiss before sending her to shower.

While she showers I use the separate bathroom and wash my hands and face, feeling fresher now.

Knowing y/n, I know she’ll take her time in the shower, especially since she doesn’t have to care about the cast anymore.

I grab my phone and scroll through some emails while sitting on the bed.

I answer one or two before I hear the door opening and put my phone down, watching as y/n walks in, wrapped in a towel.

Her hair is damp from the shower but I can tell she already blow dried it a little. My eyes run over her body and I bite my lip a little when I see her bare legs.

“Did we put our comfy clothes into your bag or in mine, bug?” She asks and looks between our bags.

I get up and open my bag to pull out a shirt for her and dropping my phone into my bag.

“Thank you.” She says and kisses me. I smile and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me.

She makes a little surprised noise that makes me smile even more.

I run my hand through her hair. Seeing her wet hair always turns me on, it’s just so freaking attractive, I don’t even know why but it is.

“You look good.” I mumble against her and she smiles.

“Thank you.” She replies before leaning closer and connecting our lips.

I move mine against hers and it just feels right as if we were meant to be together.

I’ve never felt this way before with anyone, not even with my ex-husbands. But this just feels right.

I pull away and run my hands up her body to her shoulders and down to the upper hem of her towel. Her breath hitches a little in her throat.

“How about we get rid of this?” I ask in a more hushed tone and see slight chills forming on her body.

I smirk at her reaction.

She nods, her hands finding my hips.

I tug the towel out from between the rest of the towel and her body and unwrap it a little before dropping it to the ground.

My eyes stay on her and heat grows between us.

She bites her lip a little bit and her eyes dart down to my lips before she leans in and kisses me.

I return the kiss and my hands move from her shoulders down to her hips, where I can feel the material of her slip. Her tongue slips into my mouth and I sigh when her teeth graze over my bottom lip, making her smirk.

My body starts to tingle and send a wanting desire down between my legs but I ignore it because this will be about her.

We pull away when air becomes short and I lean my forehead against hers, slightly panting.

“Do I have your consent, baby?” I ask and see her pupils widening a little at my question.

“Yes, you do.” She replies, her voice a little raspier and it only adds to the feeling in my lower stomach.

“Do I have yours?” She asks back and I peck her lips.

“You do but it’s about you tonight. Besides, I’m on my period anyways.” I tell her and she almost huffs a little frustrated, making me chuckle.

“Another time, I promise babe.” I say and she nods and kisses my lips shortly.

“But can you at least get rid of this?” She asks and tugs on my shirt.

I grin a little bit and take a step back, her arms letting go of me and I slowly pull the shirt over my head and drop it to the ground. Y/n’s eyes drop to my chest and I see her bite her lip and smirk.

“Like what you see?” I ask and raise one eyebrow playfully. She looks back up at me.

“Always.” She says and it’s so sweet and honest that it almost melts my heart.

Now I allow myself to look at her as well.

She’ only wearing a black slip, the rest of her skin exposed.

It takes my breath away how beautiful she is and I could never get tired of seeing her. I know she has some insecurities but I love every part about her just as it is.

“I truly have the most beautiful girlfriend in the whole world.” I whisper, admiring her body before I look back up. Her eyes start to sparkle at the compliment.

“No, I think mine is more beautiful.” She replies smartly and with a grin, making me smile softly at her before I shake my head.

But we won’t fight over who is more beautiful right now. I take her hand and pull her towards the bed. I sit down and look up at her. My hands rest on her hips while hers lay on my shoulders.

“I love you.” I say and her eyes soften so much.

“I love you too.” She replies and I smile happily, never getting enough of hearing her say those words.

I lean forward and kiss her stomach, placing multiple kisses all over the soft skin. She hums at the feeling and her body presses itself closer to me.

I smirk a little at the reaction and my hold on her hips tightens slightly, just to keep her steady.

Lightly, I suck on one spot and graze my teeth over it.

A sigh escapes her mouth and I smile at the reaction.

I continue to kiss all of her stomach, nibbling a little at the warm skin. Her hands on my shoulders hold on more and when I look up, I see that she has her eyes closed, completely giving into the feeling.

I decide to try something new and kiss further towards her hip bone and start sucking a little more there, gently grazing my teeth over the spot.

A silent moan leaves her mouth and I smirk a little before pulling away and licking over the hickey I just made. I look up at her and as if she felt my eyes on her, she looks down at me, her eyes hooded with lust.

“Did you like that?” I ask and kiss the spot softly. She sighs at the contact and nods.

“Very.” She breathes out and I smile. My fingers hook around the waistband of her slip and I look up again.

“May I?” I ask and her eyes seem to fill with love at my softness.

“Yes, please.” She answers and I pull her slip down, letting it fall down her legs.

Her core is right in front of me and my abdomen tightens a little at the sight and I feel my own core tingling.

Y/n’s eyes stay on mine as I look at her middle before looking up at her and leaning closer, blowing cold air onto her sensitive skin.

She gasps at the feeling and it turns into a low moan when I kiss her clit.

My hands wrap around her and I press her a little more into me, so I am able to lick through her folds, feeling her shudder above me and I moan a little at the taste, having missed this.

I lick my lips and look up at her.

“As much as I would like to take you like this, I think it’s more comfortable for you if you lay down.” I offer softly and she nods, her senses clouded with lust.

“But before…” I trail off and lower my head back onto her skin, kissing her inner thigh, close to where her heat is.

I suck a little harsher on the skin and lightly bite into it, making her let out a guttural moan.

When I let go, I sooth the now purple spot with my tongue and smirk proudly. I can see that it made her even wetter and her fingertips that dig slightly into my shoulder tell me, that she needs me.

So, I scoot back a little and pull her with me. She squeaks a little when she falls forward but catches herself with her hands next to my head.

I grin up at her and move until my head rests on the pillows. She moves with me, still hovering above me.