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Life As We Know It | Part 21

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

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Word Count: 8k

Warnings: Alcohol. Sexual references?

Comments: I know this took a million years and I’m so sorry!!! I hope it’s worth the wait!!! Thanks again to everyone who stuck with this story despite it being WAY too long between updates. And remember, Beau is an Islander for life in this story 🧡💙

Tess loved Valentine’s Day.

As long as he knew her, Tess had adored Valentine’s Day. Tess loved all the hearts and flowers and teddy bears and the idea of love that came with it. Not to mention, Tess had never really had a serious boyfriend, one that would spoil her with chocolates and roses and tell her 365 different reasons why he loved her. Anthony would be the first, and if he was lucky, her only, so he knew that he had to do something special for their first Valentine’s Day together; he knew he had to make it worthy of her. Even if he had never really been a fan of Valentine’s Day himself.

It wasn’t that Anthony didn’t like Valentine’s Day or had any personal vendetta against it. For several years he had played the boyfriend role perfectly with dinner and gifts and flowers, he just had never really been a fan of the holiday. Valentine’s Day marketed love and buying gifts to show that love, but Anthony firmly believed that, if you loved someone, truly loved them, you should show them every day, not just one day out of the year.

You should take them out to dinner just because, buy them flowers because the tulips reminded you of them, get them the bracelet or book or knickknack because you knew they’d like it, or go out because you love being with them. Love wasn’t something to expect or market, but something that should be given whole heartedly.

But Tess loved Valentine’s Day and he loved Tess with every ounce of his being, so he would make it the best damn Valentine’s Day he could.

The Islanders were on the road the week leading up to Valentine’s Day, so he had a lot of time to think about how he’d woo Tess. Most guys slept on the plane or played on their phone, but Anthony spent every second trying to plan the perfect day for Tess. And it didn’t take him long to realize that it was a lot easier to draw up a play than it was to come up with a Valentine’s Day plan.

Tess…

Tess was loving and kind and amazing and perfect and he knew how she used to dream of a perfect Valentine’s Day and happily ever after and he wanted to give her everything. He had let down a lot of people in his life, sometimes it felt like he still was, but he could never let Tess down. Come hell or high water, he’d do whatever he could to make her happy.

The plane wasn’t enough time to make the perfect plan, especially after he asked Barzy what his Valentine’s Day plans were and he shared a way too detailed description of all the different sex positions he was thinking of for him and Connor. “You know, the best thing to give a woman on V-Day is a mind blowing orgasm,” Mat said without looking up from his phone, and he only forced his eyes away from the screen when Anthony didn’t reply.

“Yeah, I’m not sure that’s on the menu,” he finally replied.

“You guys still haven’t?” Mat asked at the way Anthony’s lips tightened and he winced when Anthony shook his head. “Damn, I really bought that pack of condoms for nothing…”

“We’re going slow,” he shrugged. “Tess asked for slow so we’re going slow, we’ll get there when we get there. I mean…” he took a deep breath. “She’s never even mentioned sex before, for all I know…”

Mat’s eyes bugged a bit, “you think?”

“I don’t know,” Anthony replied firmly. “So, we’re going slow. So, yeah, I’m not sure mind blowing orgasm is on the menu, but I could totally give her one if she wanted,” he added quickly when Mat opened his mouth.

He was quick to close it before he shrugged. “I mean,” he started. “Are you sure? It has been a while. I could refresh you on where the clit is and how to—”

“Mat.” His voice matched the sharp look in his eyes. “I know what I’m doing. And plus, I know Connor has you by the balls. She tells Tess everything and Tess tells me everything.” His smile grew as Mat’s flush did and he contently leaned back in his plane seat as Mat went uncharacteristically quiet.

Maybe one of the married guys would yield better advice for Valentine’s Day, Anthony thought as he closed his eyes. Like Nelly or Bails or Pager. They had to know how to get Valentine’s Day right if their wives stuck with them.

Anthony’s mind was still racing when they landed in Tampa, and he was distant enough during dinner that the guys noticed, so distanced and caught up in the thought of Tess that he didn’t even hear Nelly’s question.

“He’s still in the honeymoon phase,” Mat smiled brightly as he wrapped his arm around Anthony’s shoulders. “Tess consumes his every thought.”

“Shut up,” he grumbled and pressed his thumb into Mat’s ribs hard enough to make him yelp. “Like Connor isn’t the only thing on your mind.”

“Not the point,” Mat replied and tried to jab he back, but Anthony easily blocked him.

“Whatever,” Anthony rolled his eyes. “What was your question?”

Brock shared a knowing look with Anders before he shook his head. “I asked you what you were going to order.”

“Oh,” he whispered and felt his blush creep up his neck. “Um, the steak sounds good?”

“Yeah,” Brock nodded. “I was between that and the salmon.”

“Salmon would be lighter, depends on how the flight hit you, I guess,” he replied, but suddenly he was thinking of whether steak or fish would be better for him and Tess. Or maybe chicken. Or duck. Or—

“Beau,” Anders’ voice cut through his thoughts and he winced as he looked to his captain.

“I will have my head on for the game tomorrow don’t worry,” he reassured Anders.

Anders shook his head. “I’m not worried about that,” he replied. “I just want to make sure you’re okay, offer any advice if you need. I mean, it must be difficult balancing this new phase with Tessa while trying to juggle a 12-month-old, I think I speak for all of us when I say those are a handful on their own.” Those with kids agreed with a soft laugh and Anthony nodded.

He knew he’d probably be chirped into next week for it, which is why he’d rather go to Anders or Nelly or Bails one on one, but he resigned himself with a nod, “Valentine’s Day is coming up and Tess adores Valentine’s Day and I want to make it special for her without it being cheesy.” When the table was quiet, he took a big drink of his beer and shot Mat a death glare.

It was Brock that broke the silence. “Flowers,” he said. “Girls love flowers, but not any kind, their favourite kind, that’s very important.”

“Yeah,” Anders agreed. “And you’re a pretty decent cook, aren’t you? So cook her dinner instead of taking her out, that shows you care, and girls find that romantic as fuck.”

“And jewelry,” Bails tacked on. “It sounds cliché, but they really do love it, if it’s good. Don’t get what you like, you have to get what they’d like, even if you don’t understand it. And for the love of God, there is a huge difference between yellow gold and white gold and do not make that mistake.”

Anthony blinked back at him as he nodded, “right, got it, thanks.”

“And don’t forget the condom,” Anders added with a wink and teasing smile that made Anthony rest his forehead against the table with a groan.

“One time,” he grumbled to himself. “One fucking time…”

“One time too many,” Mat cackled as he shook Anthony’s shoulder.

Once he got back to the hotel room, he stripped down to his underwear and crawled into bed and Anthony looked up jewelry stores and florists between texts to Tess while Friends played in the background. He had always liked the show, but now it was an ever present reminder of her that made him love it so much more.

Planning the perfect Valentine’s Day kept him up at night and, despite his earlier promise to Anders, it took him longer than he wanted to admit to find his legs during the game the next day, but he finally came up with a plan and he only hoped it would live up to her expectations.

Luckily, the Islanders were home for Valentine’s Day, so the day began like any other: Tess wrapped up in his arms. Sure, she had her own room and own bed, but the only place Anthony wanted her was his arms. Once he knew how perfectly she fit in them, he’d never be able to let her go. So, Valentine’s Day began with Tess waking with her face pressed into Anthony’s chest and his arms wrapped around her and she smiled as she tried to snuggle closer. He had always been the best teddy bear she could ever ask for and she felt rather than heard Anthony’s laugh as he tightened his hold on her.

“Good morning,” he breathed, his voice thick with sleep.

“Shh, sleeping,” she mumbled and buried her face into further his chest, making Anthony laugh harder as he trailed his hand up and down her back.

“Okay,” he hummed. Tess made a soft sound against his chest and he tightened his hold on her. Perfect wasn’t a good enough word to describe her, she was his everything. His past, his present, his hope for the future, his family, his everything. All that he was began and ended with Tess. And Valentine’s Day meant a day off, so he was more than happy to stay wrapped up in Tess’s arms as long as she’d allow, or as long as Sorel would allow.

Which, of course, is exactly how the morning went.

He didn’t know how long they stayed wrapped up in each other’s arms before Sorel’s crying came through the monitor, but it wasn’t long enough. He loved Sorel more than he had words to describe, but sometimes all he wanted as an extra five minutes with her mom. They had spent longer, much longer, as friends and parents than they were as a couple and Anthony was desperate for any moment alone they could steal.

He hated jostling Tess when Sorel cried, but he knew it was long past her normal wake up time and she needed to be changed and feed. He murmured an apology when Tess groaned as he slipped out of bed before he went to get Sorel, and by the time he emerged from her room in a clean diaper and outfit, Tess was up. Her hair was messy and fluffy, and she had a sleepy smile on her lip and his shirt dwarfed her frame, all of which made Anthony’s heart flutter.

“Sit,” he told her and put Sorel in her highchair. “I will make you coffee and breakfast.” He smiled before he kissed her cheek and directed her to a chair at the island.

It didn’t take long for her coffee to finish brewing and he added the milk and sugar before he slid it across the table and started making his own. “Bacon and eggs?” He asked. “Or maybe waffles and berries?” He smiled when Tess’s face light up and reached under the island to find the waffle iron. He couldn’t remember the last time he used it and he hoped it still worked as he pulled it in and gathered the ingredients for waffles, and he gave Tess a hard look she tried to get up to get the fruit from the fridge.

He prepared the berries and fruit after he mixed the batter and the waffles didn’t take long after he added them to the iron. He added strawberries and blueberries to Tess’s plate, along with a mountain of whipped cream that made her laugh and he stole a kiss as he sat it down in front of her.

“Thank you, it looks amazing,” she smiled back at him.

“Not as amazing as you,” he replied without missing a beat and his smile widened as she blushed, and when his own waffled was ready, he added strawberries and banana.

Anthony tisked Tess when she reached for the dishes after breakfast. Today was her day, one of them at least, and he wouldn’t have her lift a finger, and he was in the middle of dishes when the florist knocked at the door.

The knock at the door surprised Tess and she furrowed her brows as she looked at Anthony but he did his best to shrug her off. “Can you get it?” He asked and she nodded before making her way over.

As soon as she answered the door, she was faced with a delivery boy and a large bouquet of flowers. “Delivery for Tessa?” He said with a smile.

“Uh, yeah, that would be me,” she replied with a confused expression and the guy handed her the big bouquet of flowers to her before he wished her a happy Valentine’s Day and got on his way. Tess was frozen for a moment as she held the flowers close to her before she took a deep breath in and her smile grew as she closed the door when she was able to give them a good look and smell. It was a bouquet of pink and red roses and lilies and other filler flowers and soft green leaves around the edges and, of course, beautiful white orchids.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he told her softly as he leaned against the counter and his shoulders softened at the way she smiled when she finally looked up at him.

“They’re beautiful,” she told him. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied and pushed himself off the counter to step closer to her. “But they’re not as beautiful as you.” Tess opened her mouth to argue but he pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “They’re not,” he repeated.

His smile grew at Tess’s blush and he got her a vase for her flowers so they could sit in the middle of the island, and they were more than happy to spend the afternoon together watching Sorel’s favourite TV shows and playing her favourite games. They were a family. Forever and always, they were a family.

When it was time, Anthony pulled everything out and started to prepared dinner before Tess could ever ask, and maybe pinot noir wasn’t the best pairing in the cookbook, but it was Tess’s favourite and her smile meant everything to him. He made her garlic parmesan chicken breasts with steamed veggies for a side. He wanted to refuse her help, wanted to make it special for her by doing everything for her, but he gave in every time she gave him her puppy dog eyes so he let her prep the veggies while he did the chicken and he couldn’t stop thinking about how nice it was to work around each other in the kitchen and how mundane it was.

Finally, the dinner was severed and Anthony smiled as he moved everything to the table. “After you,” he said and only took for himself after Tess had served herself and Sorel. And, to only mild surprise, the dinner was actually really good and Tess couldn’t stop shaking her head as she smiled.

“What?” Anthony asked with a soft laugh.

“I’m just really happy,” she told him. “I can’t count the times I thought about us spending Valentine’s Day with you and now it’s really happening.”

Anthony softened as he looked at her before he raised his glass of wine. “To us,” he said and smiled as she raised her glass too.

“To us,” she echoed and clinked her glass against his.

The rest of dinner was nice. Anthony talked about the roadie and his week ahead while Tess spoke of her plans with Connor and Anthony helped Sorel with her dinner which always made Tess look at him with soft, loving eyes.

Tess fell in love with Anthony years ago, but it was a totally different, deeper love watching him with Sorel. She always knew he’d be a good father, but it was something else entirely seeing how amazing a dad he really was. For so long, Tess had dreamt of having a family with him that it felt surreal to actually have it. There was so much love in her eyes watching him feed Sorel with a smile on his face and Tess meant every word when she said she had never been so happy in her life.

She finally had everything she could ever want.

After dinner, Tess tried to help with dishes but Anthony refused her help. So, instead she played with Sorel on her play mat while Anthony finished the dishes and then they started getting her ready for bed. Tess would have bathed her, but it was Valentine’s Day and dinner had been later than usual and Tess didn’t want to keep her up later than usual. Sorel really took after her dad and could get really cranky when she was tired so, yeah, her bath could wait till tomorrow.

Once Sorel was down, Tess changed into something more comfortable—one of Anthony’s old Islanders shirts and some sleep shorts—and she didn’t think twice about curling up next to him on the couch.

“I’ve never been a huge Valentine’s Day person,” he confessed softly.

“I know,” Tess replied and looked over at him. She had seen him through multiple girlfriends, as painful as it had been, and it had always been about what they wanted rather than about them.

“But I get it now,” he told her. “I like being your Valentine.”

Tess ducked her head as she leaned into him. “I really like being your Valentine, too, Anthony. I really like you,” she teased and Anthony kissed her temple before he gently carded his fingers through the ends of her curls, and he murmured an apology as his fingers tangled in her hair before he pressed another kiss to his temple.

When he pulled back, he held her eyes, her beautiful coffee eyes he fell in love with, before he whispered, “I got you something. I’ll just be a second while I get it.” Tess’s brows furrowed as she watched him get up and disappear into his room, but he came back a moment later with a big red gift bag and Tess’s shoulders relaxed.

“You didn’t have to,” she said softly.

Anthony gave her an almost offended look and handed her the bag before he sat back down next to her. “Like I’d fuck up our first Valentine’s Day,” he scoffed. “Now go on, open it.”

Tess laughed softly but opened the bag and she was surprised at everything in it. “Anth—“ she started but Anthony waved her off.

“C’mon, open it,” he encouraged.

Her eyes shined and the corner of her lips twitched up as she nodded and started to pull everything Anthony had stuffed into the bag. First there was a candle that smelt like vanilla. Then there was a set of bath bombs that Tess definitely didn’t think about using with Anthony and blushed when she sat them down on the coffee table. There were two sets of chocolates, and a Tiffany’s box. Just like the bracelet and the ring before, Tess’s breath caught in her throat and she looked up at Anthony. He worried his lip between his teeth but nodded and Tess looked down as she opened it and her smile softened immediately.

Had had gotten her a bracelet and a ring, it was only fitting that he got her earrings too. They were simple and beautiful, small silver, or maybe white gold, hoops with dangling pear diamonds.

“They’re beautiful,” she whispered and looked up at him. “Thank you.”

Her heart twisted knowing she hadn’t gotten him anything thinking he didn’t care about Valentine’s Day and she put the earrings down to hug him, pressing her face into his neck as she tried to pour her love for him into the hug. Anthony’s eyes closed as he melted into the hug and he buried his face into her hair. “You’re welcome,” he breathed.

Tess pulled back from the hug after a moment and cupped his jaw to kiss him softly. “You’re making me feel terrible for not getting you anything,” she told him but Anthony shook his head.

“You’re the only gift I could ever want,” he told her and kissed her again.

Tess’s thumb ran over the arch of his cheek and she couldn’t stop smiling as she pulled back from the kiss and Anthony was so incredibly in love with her. Sure, they had only really been together for a handful of weeks, but they had been friends for years and he honestly couldn’t imagine his life without her.

Tess continued to run her thumb over his cheek and the soft look in his eyes stirred something in her. Her eyes dropped to his lips and she leaned into him before kissing him again, deeper than before. Anthony was taken back but he quickly melted into the kiss and let his hand rest on her hip.

He didn’t expect the kiss to last long so he let her control it, but Tess didn’t pull back. Maybe it was the wine or the gifts or the fact that it was Valentine’s Day, or maybe it was just Anthony, but Tess didn’t want to stop and when Anthony broke the kiss, she quickly chased his lips and kissed him again. Anthony made a soft sound against her lips that sent a wave of heat through her body and Tess pressed herself closer to him, as close as she could be still sitting next to him.

Anthony kept waiting for her to pull back but she didn’t. Instead, she threaded her fingers through his hair and let her chest rest against his. She wasn’t wearing a bra, she never really had to, so Anthony could feel her breasts and the hardness of her nipples against him and he couldn’t get enough. His neck strained as he deepened the kiss and Tess made a soft sound against his lips that had his hand moving from her hip to her thigh as he pulled her onto his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs bracing her weight as her hips rested against his.

Tess broke the kiss with a gasp and looked at Anthony with wide eyes. “Sorry�� Is this okay?” He asked, letting his hands rest on the bare skin of her thighs, terrified he had read her signals wrong and had gone too far.

It took Tess a moment to answer as her heart raced and her lips parted as she looked at him. He was warm beneath her and she settled her weight on his lap before she ran her hands up his arms to rest on his shoulders. “Yeah,” she nodded and kissed him again, pulling a soft groan from him.

Anthony let her control the kiss for a moment before he deepened it and pulled her hips flush against his and Tess couldn’t help the moan that slipped from her lips. It was the first time he heard her moan and it went straight to his groin and he wanted to pull more beautiful sounds from her. When she didn’t pull back from the kiss, he let his hands move to her ass and he gently kneaded the soft flesh. It would be so easy to grip her ass as she—

He shook the thought from his head as he nipped at her lip and moved his hands up to her waist. Her skin was warm and she kissed him again just as deeply as before which only spurred him on as he trailed his hands higher on her rib before he broke the kiss to trail his lips down her jaw. Never in his life had he wanted someone as badly as he wanted her and Tess threaded her fingers through his hair and titled her head to the side to give him move room as she moaned softly.

Anthony felt himself start to harden and in the back of his head he knew they should stop and talk about it. Fuck, he didn’t even know if this was something she had done before, but Tess wasn’t stopping him and he didn’t want to stop. All he wanted her.

His lips found where her jaw met her throat and he grazed his teeth over her skin before he sucked softly but not hard enough to leave a mark and he hadn’t realized his hands were moving up until the tips of his fingers brushed the underside of her breasts. Tess’s grip on his hair tightened and she tensed, pulling him from his thoughts and Anthony immediately moved his hands back down to her waist and leaned back to look at her. “I’m sorry,” he told her, his jaw slack and eyes dark.

Her chest heaved and her heart raced but she shook her head. “It’s okay.”

As much as it killed him, Anthony said, “we should stop.”

“No, Anthony, it’s okay,” she told him.

Anthony’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at her and the look in his eyes sent a wave of heat to her core where she could feel him beneath her. “You sure?” He asked breathlessly and Tess nodded, a soft throbbing starting between her thighs as Anthony held her gaze and trailed his hands back up.

He let the tips of his fingers brush the bottoms of her breasts for a few moments before he slid his hands up to cup her chest. Her breasts fit in the palms of his hands and her nipples were hard but not as hard as he was. He swore he had never been so hard in his life and Tess could feel every inch of him through his sweats and the thin material of her sleep shorts.

“Okay?” He asked breathlessly and Tess nodded.

“Yeah,” she replied shakily.

Anthony gave both of them a minute as he held her chest in his hands, feeling her heart racing against his touch. Tess’s chest heaved against him and his lips were parted as he held her gaze before he pinched her nipples between his fingers.Her eyes closed as she moaned louder than before and Anthony was addicted to the sound. His bottom lip was red and worn and a moan slipped from his lips when Tess rolled her hips into his. “Fuck, Tessa,” he said breathlessly and rolled her nipples between his fingers.

Anthony had always stirred something in Tess but he was doing a lot more than just stirring and she couldn’t get enough of him. She had been terrified that it wouldn’t be good, that it would be awkward, but she was wrong. It was amazing having Anthony touch her. Her hair was a mess as she arched into him and when she ground her hips against his, she pulled a strained groan from him that made clench around nothing.

The more Anthony pinched her nipples, the louder her moans got and it was the hottest thing Anthony had ever heard and he wanted nothing more than to take her apart and see how loud he could make her. But Sorel’s room wasn’t all that far away and they couldn’t wake her. “Tessa,” Anthony breathed. “I need you to quiet a bit.”

Her hips immediately stilled and she looked at him with flushed cheeks, “fuck, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not,” Anthony replied immediately and pinched her nipples again, pulling a sharp gasp from her. “I just don’t want to stop so please don’t wake Ellie.”

Tess knew he was right, but it was so hard for her to be quiet when he was touching her like that and she could feel how much he wanted her. She rolled her hips down against his, creating beautiful friction which pulled a loud moan from her and Anthony tried to quiet her with his lips but he just ended up moaning against her.

Slowly he broke the kiss to kiss down her neck again as he pinched her nipples, pulling another moan from her and he was about to ask to take her shirt off so he could see her as well as he could feel her when the sharp sound of Sorel’s cries cut through the room.

“Fuck,” Anthony cursed and leaned his head against Tess’s shoulder with a groan before he let his hands fall to her hips. He was finally going to have her and of course Sorel had to ruin it. “Maybe she’ll cry herself out?” He tried and Tess nodded. But no matter how long they sat there, Sorel didn’t stop crying so Tess slowly untangled herself from him with a sigh.

Her hair was messy and her skin flushed and all Anthony wanted to do was ruin her.

“I’ll get her,” she told Anthony and gave his thigh a pat before she made her way to Sorel’s room, leaving Anthony alone on the couch. He ran his hand over his face as he sunk into the couch, his desire for her clearly visible through his sweats. He had been cock blocked before, but never like this.

And Sorel was usually so good so he expected it would be a quick check in and put down, but the minutes ticked by and Tess didn’t come back out. Anthony groaned and threw his head back against the couch before he got up to check on them, after he adjusted himself of course.

He found Tess swaying with Sorel in her arms while Sorel gripped her shirt tightly. “She doesn’t want to let go,” Tess sighed as she looked over at Anthony.

“You were pretty loud,” he replied softly. “Maybe… Maybe she thought I was hurting you?”

Tess couldn’t help but burst out in laughter as she blushed, but it… It wasn’t that far fetched at all. Ever since they got together and Anthony had been showing more affection toward Tess, Sorel had been getting fussy with Anthony and pushing him away, so it wouldn’t be that hard to fathom that Sorel did think he was hurting her mom… Even if he was doing the opposite.

Anthony sighed and stepped forward to take her from Tess, even if he had to gently pry her fingers from Tess’s shirt. “Daddy wasn’t hurting mommy, okay? Now why don’t you go back to sleep so mommy and daddy can go back to what they were doing.”

“Anthony!” Tess scolded as she gave him a pointed look but he just shrugged. And, of course, Sorel only cried louder as Anthony held her and reached her hand out to Tess until she took her back.

It took them too long to get Sorel back down, she really didn’t want to let go of Tess, but once her door was closed behind them, Anthony let his hand trail down Tess’s back as he bit his lip. “So…” he started. “Where were we?”

Tess took a deep breath and scrunched her nose up before she looked up at him and she didn’t have to say anything for him to know the moment was long gone. “It’s late,” Tess told him. “Tonight was fun, but I’m tired and honestly I think I’m getting a headache from the crying and I just want to go to bed.”

Anthony took a deep breath as he nodded, “yeah, yeah, of course.”

Tess gave him a soft smile and kissed the corner of his mouth before she gave his chest a pat and went to brush her teeth, and Anthony flopped onto the couch with a groan as soon as she closed the door.

He loved his daughter dearly, but fuck.

It had been over a year since the last time he got any and it was Tess and he could still feel her on his lap, the warmth of her against where he needed her most, and how perfect her breasts were in his hands. Tess was perfect, he had always known that, but feeling her, hearing her, having her like that… He hadn’t realized how truly perfect she was and—

“Are you okay?” Tess asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Huh?” He replied, looking up at her like a deer in headlights.

Tess laughed and gave his thigh a pat as she sat down next to him. “I asked if you were okay because you were staring out into space,” she said.

“Oh,” he replied softly. “Yeah, I’m good. I mean, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little… frustrated, but yeah, I’m good.”

Tess blushed and looked down as she fiddled with her shirt. “Sorry…” she said softly but Anthony shook his head.

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for,” he told her. “We tested the waters tonight and it was good, right?”

Tess nodded, “yeah.”

“Then we’re good. And you should never apologize for being as hot as you are. If anything, I should be the one apologizing because I’m probably going to end up hard against your ass tonight.”

He made Tess laugh at least and she leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder. “I love you,” she told him after a long moment.

Anthony softened and wrapped his arm around her, “I love you more.”

“Not possible,” she told him and kissed him before he could argue. Anthony melted into the kiss and gently cupped her cheek. She could disagree with him all she wanted but Anthony had never love anyone the way he loved her and he knew he’d never love anyone else the same way.

It was Tess for him.

It was always going to be Tess,

His Tess.

She bit her lip when she pulled back from the kiss and Anthony tilted his head as he looked at her, knowing she had something in mind and already feeling like he wasn’t going to like it. “Tess—” he started but she cut him off as she patted his thigh.

“We need to tell our parents about us.”

Anthony’s groan may have even been louder than her moans and he leaned over to press his face into her lap, “please don’t talk about my mother when I’m still hard.”

Tess’s laugh warmed his chest and she gently carded her fingers through his hair. “Sorry,” she whispered. “But we do, you know we do.”

“I know,” he sighed and rolled onto his back to look up at her. “You know they’ll never let us hear the end of this, right?”

Tess breathed a laugh and let her hand rest on his chest and Anthony was quick to cover it with his own. “I know. But we need to tell them before they figure it out themselves, and my mom’s gonna know the moment she sees us. Connor did.”

Anthony ran his thumb over her knuckles as he gave her a lopsided smile, “love me that much, huh?” He laughed when she scrunched her nose up and when she shoved his chest, he tightened his hold on her hand and leaned up to catch her lips in a soft kiss. “I love you that much, too, Tessa.”

She scrunched her nose up again at the use of her full name and to still the butterflies he still gave her. “So, we’ll tell them then?” She pressed.

“How about we tell yours and leave mine till the summer?” He tried and Tess shook her head.

“Mine first, but we’re not waiting till June to tell your family. I don’t want to get off on the wrong foot with your parents.”

Anthony scoffed and pushed himself up to sit beside her, his hand on her thigh. “Please,” he started. “My mom loves you almost as much as I do. I could tell her we eloped and she’d just be happy to have you in the family.” Tess could see the gears begin to turn behind Anthony’s eyes and he continued, “now that I say it, we should wait until—”

“Absolutely not,” she cut him off. “We’ll tell my mom first then you’re calling your parents to tell them.”

“What if I send her a picture and turn my phone off?” He suggested, though mostly just to rile her up some more, finding her persistence adorable.

“What if I didn’t kiss you until you told your parents?” Tess replied without missing a beat and bit her lip as she looked over at Anthony, proud of herself.

“You wouldn’t,” he breathed as his face dropped. He was right, she wouldn’t. Now that she had had a taste of him, she didn’t she’d ever be able to give him up. But Tess shrugged and Anthony made a strained sound in his throat before he pulled her back onto his lap and kissed her again. “Now that I’ve had you, I can’t go a day without you, so, okay. We’ll call my mom after we tell yours.”

Tess’s smile lit up his whole world and when she kissed the corner of his mouth, he cupped her jaw and redirected her so he could kiss her properly and deeply. She made a soft sound against his lips and fisted his shirt as she felt him again. “Anthony,” she breathed a warning and he pressed his face into her shoulder with a groan.

“I know, I know. I can’t help it,” he told her. “You just do things to me.”

She blushed as she shook her head before she patted his shoulder and pulled back to sit beside him. “TV until your friend calms down and then bed,” she told him and reached for the remote. “We’ll tell my mom the next time we see her.”

Anthony rolled his eyes but nodded, “fine.”

And he was right, even after watching TV he ended up hard against Tess’s ass that night and the next morning, but this time he didn’t pull back and Tess didn’t get flustered or push him away.

---

Tess was right, Lisa knew as soon as she saw them.

It was on Anthony’s face.

It had always been in his eyes. The last couple times they had come over, he had looked at Tess with hope and possibility, but this time… This time it was different. He held the door open for her and let his hand rest on her lower back as they toed their shoes off, and his touch lingered as Tess stepped toward Lisa with Sorel in her arms, and she just had a funny suspicion.

“How’s my grandbaby?” Lisa asked as she took Sorel from her daughter and Anthony ducked his head as he smiled.

Sorel giggled and Tess smiled before she glanced back at Anthony for a moment. “She’s good. Been having some issues sleeping through the night, but she’s good,” Tess replied and blushed softly as she remembered the exact reason Sorel hadn’t slept through the night the week before.

Lisa kissed both of Sorel’s cheeks as they moved into the living room. “Issues sleeping, baby girl?” She asked Sorel in a playful voice that made her laugh again. “What kind of issues?”

“Wake up in the night, crying, that sort of thing,” Tess shrugged as she sat down on the couch and Anthony sat down next to her and gave her thigh a reassuring squeeze, though whether he was reassuring her or himself was up for debate.

“Oh,” Lisa hummed as she looked at Sorel. “Have you tried putting socks on her for bed?” She asked and looked back at Tess and Anthony.

Tess looked over at Anthony and he gave a small shrug of his shoulders. “No, we haven’t,” he replied. “But we certainly will,” he quickly added. “Thank you.”

Lisa pressed another kiss to Sorel’s cheeks and looked back at her daughter and Anthony. They were sitting closer together than normal and his hand rested on her thigh and Tess didn’t knock it away or seemed to have a dark blush to her cheeks like she’d always get. She watched as Tess pushed her hair behind her ears, a long time anxious habit, and Anthony looked over at Tess at the movement.

Lisa had seen Anthony look at her daughter a lot. She had watched his gaze go from friends to something else; watched as his eyes went from hope and possibility to confidence and sure. His thumb rubbed soft circles on her thigh and the corner of his lip twitched up as he looked at her even though Tess wasn’t looking back at him, and Lisa watched as his gaze dipped down to Tess’s lips for half a moment and his smile grew.

Lisa smiled as she settled Sorel on her lap. “So how long have you two been together?” She asked, making Anthony’s head whip toward her and neither of them had to say anything for her suspicions to be confirmed, Anthony’s deer in headlights look said it all.

Slowly, Anthony looked back at Tess and she covered his hand with hers as she smiled before she looked back at her mom. “Almost a month,” she answered, making Lisa’s smile grow.

She always knew her daughter’s feelings for Anthony, Tess had had them for years. If she was being honest, she wasn’t always fond of Anthony with him being a hot shot hockey player and all. She was terrified that he was going to break her daughter’s heart beyond repair, but she had to admit that he had really proven her wrong over the years and she was glad he did. She was happy for them.

“We came here to tell you, but…” Tess continued and looked at Anthony. “You kinda figured it out.”

“Anthony kinda made it obvious,” Lisa laughed and scrunched her nose up as Tess gave Anthony a playful shove that made Tess’s smile grow.

“I knew it,” Tess muttered and Anthony smiled as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“No, you didn’t, you thought you’d give it away,” he replied as his smile widened.

“Shut up,” she muttered and leaned into him in a way that definitely said she wasn’t mad at him.

“I’m very happy for you,” Lisa told them. “The two of you…” She glanced at Sorel before looking back at them. “You’re good for each other.”

“I try to be,” Anthony replied without hesitation. “I just want to look after my girls.”

Lisa’s smile softened as she looked at him and she kissed Sorel’s cheek before she set her down on the carpet and Anthony gave Tess an unsure look as Lisa disappeared into the kitchen, but Tess could only shrug. She didn’t know either. Lisa was only gone a moment before she came back with a bottle of wine and three glasses. “This calls for celebration,” she grinned as she set the glasses and bottle down on the coffee table and Tess pressed her face into Anthony’s shoulder as she groaned. “Well, it’s not every day my daughter starts dating an NHL player.”

“Mom, please,” Tess begged and Anthony gently ran his hand up and down her back.

“What?” She asked as she poured the wine and handed the glasses to them before she settled back into her chair with her glass and crossed her legs. “Can a mother not be happy for her daughter? And come on, I want all the details.”

Anthony laughed at the very large drink of wine Tess took and kissed her temple. “There’s not much to say,” he answered for her. “It was after Ellie’s birthday and I couldn’t stop looking at her and I just couldn’t keep my feelings to myself any longer.” His gaze softened as he looked over at Tess and she smiled despite the blush clinging to her cheeks.

They continued talking over their glasses of wine while Sorel played on the floor, and it honestly didn’t take long before Anthony ended up on the floor with her, managing only a few sips of wine between Sorel and the conversation. And once it was time for Sorel’s afternoon nap, Lisa headed to the kitchen to start preparing for dinner while Tess took Sorel up for her nap.

Anthony followed Lisa, picking up his and Tess’s glasses along the way. He was happy to help however he could and he washed the veggies as Lisa pulled everything else out. She thanked Anthony as she took the veggies from him but shooed him away when he tried to help.

She had just started to half the cherry tomatoes when Anthony took it upon himself to refill her wine glass and Lisa gave him a soft smile before she put her knife down and turned to him. Anthony’s smile slipped at her expression and he put the bottle down before he leaned back against the counter. “I meant it when I said I was happy for you two,” she started, making Anthony take a breath, sensing a ‘but’. “But she’s still my daughter, and without her father…” Lisa sighed before she shook her head and pushed her chin back up. “If you hurt her, I will kill you.”

Anthony breathed a small laugh and nodded. “If I hurt her, I’d let you,” he told her honestly. “But I don’t intend to do that, I promise.” He looked down at his hands as his smile softened. “I’ve never felt this way before, and I know we’ve only been together for a month, but I mean it when I tell you that I hope to marry her one day.”

Lisa softened and she nodded as she stepped closer to him and she gently squeezed his shoulder, “I hope you do, too. But that doesn’t change my warning. I like you, more than I ever thought I would actually, but she’s my little girl.”

His expression softened as he nodded. “I know,” he whispered. “I’d expect nothing less.”

“Good,” Lisa nodded and squeezed his shoulder again. She knew he meant it when he said he wanted to marry Tess, she could see it in his eyes, and though it was early, she meant it when she said she hoped he would. She could still remember the first time she realized she wanted to marry Tess’s father and her heart ached as she pulled back from him.

“And while I have you, don’t get me wrong I love Ellie, but I do hope that you and Tess are using protection. I’m not ready for another grandbaby,” she continued and Anthony’s eyes bugged as he flushed and he opened and closed his mouth as he looked at her, struggling to find his voice as Lisa turned back to preparing dinner.

And, naturally, that was when Tess stepped into the kitchen and she slowed in her steps as she took in her boyfriend’s flushed appearance before she looked to her mother. “What are you two talking about?” She asked slowly, not sure if she really wanted to know.

Lisa gave her an innocent smile that made Tess’s heart drop to her stomach. “I was just making sure you two were using protection,” she replied simply and Tess felt her heartbeat in her ears as she blushed.

“Mom,” she said sharply.

“What?” Lisa asked with a shrug. “One grandbaby is enough for at least another year. Then maybe you two could start trying for another. You don’t want to have them too far apart in age, you know.”

“Mom,” Tess begged, unable to look in Anthony’s direction, but Lisa’s smile only grew and she watched her daughter carefully as Anthony reached out to pull her close and Tess pressed her face into his chest, unable to meet either his or her mother’s gaze.

Young love, Lisa couldn’t help but think to herself. Such a beautiful and precious thing.

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a/n: i was so excited to receive @tysonjost-taylorsversionost-taylorsversion as my exchange giftee for @antoineroussel 's summer fic exchange! i wrote this one with her in mind and claudia, i so so hope you enjoy this!!! i loved writing for you. this came from one scene of dialogue and i love how it developed; i hope you do too. inspired by ‘Beginning Middle End’ by Leah Noble, and Barbie and the Diamond Castle/ The Princess Bride

pairing: elias pettersson x fem!reader

word count: 3.8k+

warnings: mentions of alcohol, kids (no mention of pregnancy though), a few swears, possibly inaccurate timeline

disclaimer: not my gif (but it's so so cute!) all credit to the amazing creator!

It was an overcast day, but after living in Vancouver for more than half your life, you found great comfort in the slight drizzle and the grey clouds. You were prepping for supper when the garage door opening pulled you away from the cutting board.

“Dad’s practice must’ve ended early, hmm Snoopy,” you said quietly to the ten year old cat, rubbing his head a little. Your eldest, Gabriela, was out with her boyfriend and wouldn’t be home until later and your youngest, Jakob, was on a field trip with his school. You started to make your way towards the garage, ready to greet your husband, only to be met with the sound of a slamming door.

Even after the roughest of practices, Elias was never like that. Your pace quickened, but when you looked, it wasn’t his vehicle in the garage; it was yours, the one Gabby took to her date. You were confused since she rarely came home early but before you could ask any questions, she hastily pushed past you and ran up the stairs. The bedroom door slammed and brought you out of your slight trance. She had never acted like that before (she took after her father).

You went to the kitchen to grab a water bottle for her before walking up to her room. You knocked lightly, but she didn’t answer, so you peeked through the door, to see her on her stomach on her bed, her head covered by a pillow. Her window and blinds, which were always open, were haphazardly closed and one of her picture frames was thrown in the garbage.

“Gabby? Are you okay hun?” You asked quietly. When you were met with nothing but muffled cries for an answer, you walked into her room, placing the water bottle on her desk.

“What happened?” You sat lightly on her bed, running your hand up and down her back to soothe her. Eventually, she peeled away from the pillow, her once sparkling eyes now puffed up and dulled with red. She sniffled again, wiping away her tears before looking at you.

“He dumped me, Momma,” she cried before collapsing into your chest. Your heart dropped at her confession and quickly gathered her into your embrace to console her.

“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry.” You pressed a kiss to her hair and kept her close to you as she continued to cry. When she’d stopped trembling, you pressed another kiss to her forehead. “I’m really sorry; I know how much that hurts.”

“How would you know?” She spit out the words like venom. “You got the fairytale love story!”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve loved the same guy since you were a kid, what do you know about heartbreak?”

You sighed. “Your dad wasn’t my first boyfriend. He wasn’t even my second!” You laughed lightly and nestled further onto your daughter’s bed. “Want to hear what I know about heartbreak?”

Gabby sniffled but nodded, laying her head on your chest as you started.

“It all started when I went on an exchange program to Sweden in high school…”

You stood at the bottom of the front steps, looking up at the beige columns of your new school. You’d been in Ånge for a few weeks, settling in with your host family and feeling the excitement of a new city, but now that you were here – at your new school – all you could feel was nerves.

“You can go in, the school’s open.” A voice broke your trance and you turned to see a boy about your age, with bright blond hair and a shy smile.

“Oh. Right, thank you. Sorry, I’m just a bit nervous. I’m new here.”

“I know.” When you shot him a look, he blushed. “Your accent gives it away. But if you want, I could show you around the school?”

Now it was your turn to blush, you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. “I’d really like that. I’m Y/n.”

“Elias. Nice to meet you.”

Turns out the beautiful, charming stranger was in your homeroom and he wasted no time helping you feel acquainted. He helped you fold into his friend group and was really good with helping you translate Swedish slang you didn’t understand. It wasn’t long before you considered him your best friend.

You settled into the routine of school pretty quickly, and even made friends of your own with a guy named Edvin. A quick question about math class quickly turned into after school tutor sessions and soon enough, Edvin had asked you out.

When you’d told Elias, he gave you a tight smile, and told you to have fun. ‘Edvin’s a good guy’ he’d said.

One afternoon, you were sitting in the school yard, watching the clouds go by with Elias. You were spending lunch under the big oak tree, like every Friday while his friends were stuck in study hall. The weather was gorgeous and the two of you were laying on your backs, staring at the clouds, practicing your language skills by describing what the clouds looked like.

“That one looks like that thing that you like,” He said proudly, pointing at a white blob.

“That thing? What are you talking about?” You laughed, propping yourself on your elbows, turning towards him.

“You know, the thing!” He propped himself up too. “It’s like the animal that goes like ‘ooooo.’”

“A cow?” You laughed.

“No! The other one, the..oh you know,”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“The one that like, is a bird and has big eyes and goes ‘ooooo’. You know, the thing,”

“I think you’re talking about an owl.”

“Right. An owl.” His voice dropped to a whisper and it was only then that you noticed how close you got to him. Or did he get close to you? He brushed a piece of hair away from your eyes and his hand brushed against your arm as it fell. He was leaning over you and you saw his eyes flicker to your lips then back up to your eyes. Your breath hitched and you felt your heart start to beat faster. Did you want him to kiss you? Was he going to?

Your brain was going a thousand miles a minute; you didn’t even register the words you said next.

“Edvin asked me to go with him to the movies after school.” The hope in Elias’ eyes died but he didn’t seem to show it, slowly dropping down to lay back beside you.

“What movie are you seeing?” He asked, staring up at the clouds, trying to stop scenarios running through his head.

“I don’t know, but maybe one that screams ‘date night’ or something. This is the fourth time he’s asked me out, he’s passed the test,” you said with a blush on your cheeks.

“Test?” The surprise in his voice had you sitting up on your elbows again.

“The third date test? You don’t know the third date test?” He shook his head and you laughed a little. “Oh my gosh, it’s such a dating rule! Back home, they say that if a guy asks you out three times, he’s definitely going to ask you to be your girlfriend. If this is the fourth date, we’ve gone out successfully three times, he passes the test,” you told him, a giddy smile on your face.

“Are you going to say yes? To being his flickvän? Even if you are leaving?”

His question made you think a little bit. “Yeah. I’m not leaving for months. And I think you can still like someone from far away.”

“Wait, wait, you dated someone else right in front of Dad?” Gabriela interrupted, causing you to laugh again.

“I told you he wasn’t my first boyfriend!”

“I didn’t think you’d date someone right in front of him!” She protested.

“Oh, just you wait.”

Edvin had broken up with you shortly after you returned home. But with Elias, it was different. Years had gone by, and although you were separated by distance, you kept in touch with him regularly. Facebook comments and Instagram memes were swapped with dating advice, life problems, and everything in between.

When he found out he was being drafted to Vancouver – where you were – you were one of the first people he called. You greeted him at the airport with a long overdue hug and showed him all around the city. The two of you found the arena, the sushi place near his apartment, the bubble tea place by yours, and of course, the aquarium, where you stared at the jellyfish for what seemed like hours, stealing glances at each other, not believing this was real life.

It felt like you started right where you left off all those years ago, except this time you could pinpoint all the sparks you felt when he was around as love. You had tried to play it cool when he was around, especially on the nights the team won and you went out to celebrate, but it only took the rest of the wives and girlfriends five months to figure out your secret.

“You love him,” Holly stated one night, causing you to choke on your drink a little.

“He is my best friend.”

“No, like a ‘you’re in love with him’ type of love,” she clarified.

You sighed and looked down at your hands. “He has a girlfriend, Hols.”

“We both know he’d drop her if you said you liked him.”

You stayed silent at her words, digesting them, before shaking your head. “He wouldn’t.”

“You never know until you try.” You looked away from her, suddenly feeling claustrophobic. “Well fine, but I’d either tell him or try to get over him. If we’ve all caught on, it’s a matter of time before he does and makes it awkward.” She said, before leaving the bar with Bo.

You looked over to where Elias and his girlfriend were tangled together on the dancefloor. Their arms were around each other, and despite the loud club music, they were simply swaying, him looking down at her like she could make all his dreams come true.

Like he could love her for the rest of his life.

It was that look that prompted you to throw back the rest of your drink. If your only options were to tell him and ruin his happiness or get over him, you were going to get over him.

That night, you downloaded a boatload of dating apps, trying your hardest to get over your best friend before he discovered your feelings and you lost all of him forever. It only took a few weeks before you were skipping games to go on a date (even if you watched him score on the screen behind your date’s head at the restaurant) or leaving the bar with a new guy after every victorious game’s celebration.

It was a few months later when Elias showed up at your apartment late at night, his hair all tousled.

“What happened?” were the first words out of your mouth because even though you were trying to get over him, you would always care about him.

“She broke up with me.” His voice was small and immediately you brought his tall frame into your arms as best you could. You ran your hand up and down his back and he slumped into you, his arms going around your waist. When he broke from your embrace, you gave him a tight smile before shutting the door.

He went over to the couch, and you grabbed the pint of chocolate ice cream from the freezer before joining him. You flicked the TV on low and offered him the first scoop, holding out the spoon in front of him. With no hesitation, he took the utensil from you and dug in.

“That bad, eh?” He could only nod with a pout on his face. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. You seemed happy with her.”

“I was,” he mumbled. “She only gave me a bullshit answer too when I asked her why.”

“Ooh let me guess, she didn’t like hockey? She wanted more 5-star restaurant trips? Oh, I’ve got it. She’s one of those people who love spiders and wanted to move in with her ten tarantula tanks.” The last one cracked a smile from him, which made you feel like you’d won the lottery. But he shook his head at all your suggestions.

“She said she couldn’t be in a relationship when I was pining for someone else.” Your (stupid) heart started to beat faster, hoping, wishing, he would say what you longed to hear. That he finally realized he was in love with you. “But that’s ridiculous! I liked her. Who else would I love? Brock?”

You gave him a tight smile as your heart deflated. “You do have a bromance. Maybe she was jealous.” He took another mouthful of ice cream, saddened. You snuggled a little bit closer, your head just beside his, your bodies facing each other.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Thanks. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Sitting there on the couch, his voice soft, your bodies close enough you could hear his heartbeat, watching some trashy reality TV, you realized just how strong your feelings were. His heart was beating rapidly, but you knew it was just from the stress he was feeling around the breakup and the rest of his life. You, on the other hand, had no excuse for how fast your heart was pumping, and he no doubt could hear it.

You said yes to an online date invitation as soon as he left, needing more than ever to get over him. He wasn’t in the space for a relationship right now and you couldn’t risk it anymore. You couldn’t lose him. All you needed was someone to pass the time with. Little did you know…

A few weeks later, a knock resonated throughout your apartment and you quickly answered it, swinging the door open to see Elias…and a bouquet of flowers. But you didn’t dwell too much on that, instead, you smiled widely and pulled him in.

“Woah, excited to see me?” He joked.

“I have some good news and I want to celebrate!” You left him standing in the kitchen as you grabbed two wine glasses and a bottle of champagne from the fridge.

“I actually have news too.” The slight waver in his voice made you stop and turn around but when you saw his focused gaze, you didn’t think too much of it.

“Do you want to go first?” You offered, before popping the bottle. He shook his head.

“You seem more excited than me.”

“Okay, well then…Charlie passed the third date rule! He asked me to be his girlfriend! I am no longer sadly single!”

You turned around to pour two glasses so you didn’t see the soft smile on Elias’ face absolutely vanish, his heart stopping as it set in that he missed his chance. But by the time you turned around with the full glasses, a strained smile was back on his face, trying his best to be happy for you, his best friend.

“Oh, I never asked! What are the flowers for?”

“I…I just thought you’d like them, that’s all,” he said, staring down at them before exchanging them for a glass of champagne with a tight smile.

“To you and Charlie,” he said, lifting a glance to clink it with yours, before downing it.

“You dated TWO boys in front of Dad’s face?” Gabriela’s jaw hung slack and you shrugged shyly.

“He was my best friend and he had a girlfriend! What was I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know, tell him you were in love with him?”

“You get your smarts from your father, not me.”

She shyly smiled at your comment. “What happened to Dad? Why did he bring you flowers?”

“Well, I didn’t know it then, but he brought them to ask me out. He realized his ex girlfriend was right, he liked me, but saw I was happy with Charlie and so he didn’t mess with it.”

“Wow. That must’ve been hard.”

You shrugged. “It was the wrong time. He went on to date a couple other people but nothing ever lasted longer than a year.”

“When did he tell you about the flower night?”

“At our wedding.” Gabby gasped and you laughed. “He put the little detail in his vows and I had to find out in front of everyone that he was going to ask me out years before he did.”

“What happened with Charlie?”

“Charlie and I dated for around two and a half years, before he got a job in Australia. He asked me to move there with him but, all my family was here, your dad was still playing for the Canucks, and I just couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to leave here for a brand new place, only having my boyfriend for a support system. He didn’t want to do a long distance thing so he told me I didn’t love him enough and broke up with me. But your dad was really helpful during that, he’s my best friend for a reason. I still remember this one night…”

It had been about four and a half months since Charlie broke up with you and after a lot of rom-com watching, crying, and partying to get over him, you finally felt like you were ready. Elias was over for a movie – Mamma Mia because you had always wanted to go to Greece and he hadn’t taken you yet, he said – and you were sharing a bucket of popcorn. Your hands had brushed a couple of times and it just made you think of how you no longer felt tied to Charlie.

“I think I might be ready to start dating again,” You said quietly into the room as the movie ended. Elias’ head quickly popped up and he turned towards you.

“What?”

“I think I’m finally ready to start..putting myself out there again. Like I downloaded Bumble last night." You turned to your best friend to see him biting his bottom lip. "What?" He shook his head and got up from the couch to stand above you.

"No. Just...no." You sat up, appalled at his words.

"No? Excuse me, you don't get to make that decision. My life, my decision," You said, your gaze fierce on his.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I meant, no, don't go on Bumble. Don't go on eHarmony, don't go on Tinder, don't go on any dating app. I-" He cut himself off and looked down at his hands, sighing.

You placed a hand on his knee and tapped it lightly. "You what, 'Lias?" He smiled briefly at your actions before taking a deep breath and speaking.

"I...want to be the one. I want to be your one. I might not have been your beginning and I wasn't your middle, but I was there for them. I saw your pain when Edvin broke up with you and when Charlie did and I would - I want to! - treat you better. I want to be your ending. I want to be the last one to love you, until we have kids and then they'll love you but I want to be the last one to ever give you butterflies, to make you flustered at gala events, to wake up next to you and spend every Sunday morning in bed. In five years, in ten years, in fifty years, I still want to be yours. I want to give you everything you deserve, I want to be that person, I've wanted to be that person for years. Don't go on dating apps when I'm right here. Please. Let me show you that this love could be something special."

You were silent for a little bit after his declaration but he just gave you time. He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet as you took in his words, and what they meant for the future.

"You really love me like that?" Your voice was small as if you were unsure of his honesty but his response was firm, enough to know he wasn't even remotely kidding.

"I love you more than that, but that's all I can put into words."

"You know, I’ve had a small crush on you since you moved here," You said, biting the corner of your lip to suppress a smile.

"Is that a yes? You'll give me a try?" You stood up off the couch, grabbing his hands and intertwining them.

"I'll give us a try, yeah." His face lit up like a kid on the last day of school and his arms wrapped around you tightly, swinging you back and forth.

"I'll make this worth it, I promise," he said into your hair.

"It's already worth it, 'Lias."

“And then a few years later, we went back to Ånge in Sweden and your dad proposed to me.” You look down at the ring, admiring it, before looking over to Elias who you noticed was leaning against the door frame, only to see him already looking at you. You kept eye contact with him and smiled. “It was one of my favourite days, to get engaged to the love of my life.”

You turn back to Gabby, whose tears had all dried, but you still swiped her cheeks. “But it took a long time for me to get that. That’s okay. Love isn’t on a deadline. You don’t have to rush it and try to find someone, just to have someone. The love will show itself, maybe in small ways you don’t even realise. But when you do find the one that makes it feel like you heard a symphony when they tell you their name, it will be worth it. It’ll be worth this heartbreak, I promise,” you tell her, and she nodded.

“Tomorrow, you can stay home from school and we’ll watch Top Gun: Maverick and Bridgerton with all the ice cream you want okay? Take some time and come down for supper if you want.” You kissed the top of her head before leaving the room, your husband following you.

You went back to making dinner, having left it for so long, and his arms snaked around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder as you continued to chop vegetables.

“I’m so lucky,” he murmured. You feel your cheeks heat up, flustered, but he continued. “I get to come home from playing hockey in my childhood dream city to a house that smells like home and a wife who told our daughter I was the love of her life. I’m just..so lucky to have the life I do.”

“You do know Gabby got her heart broken today?” You asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Yes, and tomorrow the no-good asshole will be hearing from me and the rest of the team, but for tonight, I’m going to just appreciate my beautiful, wonderful wife who I am so lucky to be the mother to our children. I love everything you do for me, for our daughters, for this house. I love you.”

“I love you too, Elias, you know that.”

“Still love to hear it.” He leaned around to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “Now let me chop the mushrooms while you finish the carrots.”

His simple act made you blush and you moved over, him taking his spot beside you – the only place he knew he truly belonged from the beginning, middle, and to the end.

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