spoken with a slight anticipation , it was weeks away and she was already starting to show - what a perfect reveal that’d be , right from the main stage ..
𝒇ingers run through his hair , admiring , humming softly as she shakes her head in refusal. “ pas possible .. i missed you more ” she jested.
“ only coacheIIa left now. ” ++
“you know i’d have gone on the ( whole ) tour with you if i could,” he adds, giving her a knowing look as one hand comes down to her stomach briefly.
but alas, as well she knows, he had games to play and a studio recording schedule of his own to keep.
“missed you more.”
he’ll make sure she gets a front row seat ( and that way no one can really see her face, too )!
heavenly, actually. like all he wants to fucking do right now. ( and every night for the rest of his life ).
a kiss which he holds a good few seconds longer than usual, having missed her more than he can say.
“can you blame me? i missed you,” he grins, pulling back barely a few inches to see her better.
“i’m never letting you go on tour ever again.”
he nods, and he does. he does that, and the million other things that follow, leading them down a path that had really been inevitable anyway.
perhaps not immediately anticipated, but not unwanted, nor entirely unexpected.
and so they prepare. they tell who they want, —
and for a moment the noise of the world fades away and its just them. “ prêt ? ” almost whispered , eyes scanning his.
𝒓eady not just for the carpet ++