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seospicybin · 1 year

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Felix x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: Valentine's day is just another day for you until a stranger gives you a flower and makes it special for you. (16,4k words)

Author's note: Happy Valentine's day, my loves! Good news is I'm not going to make you cry. Bad news is I'm going to hit you with a lot of love and fluff 💘

Listen to my favorite love songs here 💕

Do you know that Valentine comes from a Latin word meaning 'strength'?

It's unclear how valentine's day became associated with the tradition of exchanging affectionate gifts and love notes, one thing for sure is you certainly don't have the strength to go through this day. Why? Because you're miserably single and chronically introverted.

Most of the reason why you're still single is that you like to stay in the safety of your room, working with the company of your cat and a steaming cup of tea. That's also why you love your job, it allows you to stay in your little bubble, away from the bustle of city life.

If it isn't about work, you wouldn't find yourself in a packed bus with these people who just got off work or school, or are on their way to have dates with their significant others.

Being in a crowd like this makes you anxious and there are still a few stops to go but it already feels suffocating even though you're sitting near the window. You distract yourself by looking out at the view but there's not much to see but the melting snow and the cool air slipping through the crack between the windows.

You feel gentle taps on your shoulder and you turn your head to see a hand, you look up to see who the owner is since he's standing next to your seat.

Dark hair parted in the middle and loose strands of hair fell over his forehead but what captivated you is the freckles dusted his milky white skin.

"Do you know what time is it?" He asks with a kind smile.

He owns a deep voice that doesn't seem to belong to someone with a slender figure like him. It's like someone else dubbed his voice.

You fumble to fish your phone out of your purse and click it to see the time, "it's 6.13 pm," you answer.

"Oh," he responds.

He swings his backpack to the front and you only realized then that he's holding his phone with him, he can easily check the time himself.

He pulls something out of his backpack, a pink rose wrapped in an iridescent paper wrapper. Even from this distance, you can tell it's a real rose, it gets you wondering how he keeps the petals intact inside his backpack.

He pushes it toward you and you stare at it in confusion, "is it for me?"

He nods along with his smile hasn't faded from his face yet.

You take it from him and you can't help but smile it's the first time you ever received a flower from someone. Not just someone but a gorgeous, elven-like human.

"I happen to have one left," he adds as he slings his backpack on one shoulder.

Your smile fades a little after hearing that, it means that you're not the only person getting a rose from him, and the worse is you're the last person to receive it.

You're not that special, you're just lucky but still, you're grateful for his nice gesture.

"Thank you," you mutter to him with a smile.

You notice your stop is next and put the rose in the safety of your tote bag.

"My stop is next," you inform the guy who gives you the rose.

You get up from your seat and offer it to the girl who's been standing since the previous bus stop.

There is a minute of you standing next to him before getting off, but there's nothing significant happens except that he holds you from falling on your face by holding the strap of your bag.

"Be careful," he says as you walk to the exit of the bus.

You know what? The worst thing is he doesn't even ask for your number.

What a romantic day indeed!

Everyone knows that Felix is such a sweetheart.

On valentine's day, he bought a dozen of roses for him to share with anyone, from the barista who made his morning latte, to the serving lunch lady at the cafeteria, to his favorite dance instructor, to any random person he met for the sake of making people smiles.

To put it simply, he has a lot of love in him and he wants to share it with everyone.

However, his big heart only makes it hard for people to try to flip it.

He's popular at his dance school and it's no mystery why most of the students have a crush on him, then again, no one has ever captivated him in a way that makes his heart moves at least a millimeter.

What's the use of being popular when he doesn't have anyone to share this special day with?

So he stays in the studio a little longer to practice his dance routine until he remembers that he has a family dinner to attend.

He rushes to the bus stop and squeezes himself into a packed bus. His family would be fine if he's a few minutes late but Felix doesn't want to be a nuisance, he's just too good of a person.

Still, he compose a text just in case he couldn't make it in time.

Someone walks past him to make their way to the exit of the bus, Felix almost stumbles when the bus stops. He moves to the side to make some space for everyone.

That's when he sees you, looking out of the window so lost in your thoughts. It's like you're living in your own time and space from the rest of the world.

And it's beautiful, this scene, the wind slipping through your hair, your tender gaze, you.

For a moment, he feels like time stands still and all he sees is you.

His curious hand reaches for you to make sure that you're real, not just fragments of his imagination.

He suddenly feels bad for intruding on your space but you're looking up at him, wide-eyed and a bit defensive.

He hurriedly thinks of something to say, a small talk, an excuse, anything!

"Do you know what time is it?"

He feels like slapping himself for asking such a stupid question, he's literally holding his phone in his hand and can easily check time himself.

"It's 6.13 pm," you answer after checking the time on your phone.

He's lucky that you don't see the phone he's holding and that he still has one rose left in his backpack, he can only hope it's still proper enough to be given to you despite the rose having been in his backpack for hours.

"Is it for me?" You ask, nonplussed.

He nods because his mouth suddenly got dry and he's unable to speak.

A smile rises on your face as you stare at the rose, only if you know between the two, your smile is the most lovely.

"I happen to have one left," he blurts out.

Your smile fades a little and he wonders why.

"Thank you," you mutter with a courteous smile.

Then it hits him that he gives you the impression that he did this to everyone.

But that's not the intention, he wants to let you know that this feels like fate, that he met you and happened to have one rose left.

When you put the rose inside your bag and get up from your seat, he knows he has so little time to try to explain.

"My stop is next," you tell him.

The situation he's in doesn't support his plan and he can only look at you as you stand next to him. You seem to be waiting for him to say something too.

Then the bus stops and Felix prevents you from stumbling forward by grabbing the strap of your bag.

You turn your head at him and smile. It's so sweet, the kind of sweet that will get him addicted.

The door of the bus is open and people start to move toward it.

Felix doesn't have much time left and he wants to know everything about you. Your name, your phone number, your favorite food, your favorite movies, movies that make you cry, any of your childhood memories, anything!

But all that comes out is, "be careful!"

You flash him a smile for the last time then get off the bus.

Felix watches as the girl who has just moved his heart by a millimeter walks away from him.

The rose is wilted.

You've been keeping it in a pitcher full of water and placed it on your desk, next to the window to fill its need for sunlight.

Whenever you look at it, you get reminded of him.

The gentle taps on your shoulder, the smile he gave you as he asks for the time, the deep voice that you still doubt belongs to him, and the last of him that you saw through the bus window.

It's all sweet until the reality bites, that you don't know him and it's impossible to meet him again.

For a starter, you don't even know his name therefore you can't try to find his information on the internet.

If only you had just a shred of confidence in yourself, you would have asked for his number and maybe made him wait for a day or two for your phone call.

You scoff at the thought. Who are you to play hard-to-get?

The sound of your phone ringing startles you and wakes you up from your silly reverie.

It's a work call.

Sometimes you get hired to work in certain places and you've been a trusted partner of this luxury brand, they wanted you to come and write custom cards for their special orders. They usually just send the cards to your place and you'll send them back when the deadline ends, however, there'll always be orders that come in a short amount of time.

You bring your writing utensils with you and work in the store in what looks like a hotel room instead of a fitting room.

They serve you a cup of tea and sweet assortments, then give you a list of names for you to write then leave the room to give you the space to work.

It's not as comfortable as working in your apartment but you can work in an environment like this, quiet and nice.

You spread all of the cards you've done in a neat row while letting the ink dry.

You check all of the cards once again, making sure there is no speck of ink or spelling mistakes. Because apparently, some people can get very sensitive if you misspelled their name.

It's as if she knows you're outside, your phone ringing the second you stepped out of the store. Turns out, your brother gets off early from work and invites you for an early dinner.

He is determined to get you out of the house so many times and you rejected each one of his invitations.

"Stop sulking! You're out already," he says, his shoulder bumps yours and he always forgets that his big body can easily knock you off your chair.

Good thing that you're used to it, "I'm not sulking," you grumble.

He takes your glass of water and switches it with his glass of wine, "you're not driving. Have some wine!"

You put the wine glass down, not drinking it. He rolls his eyes at you, "have some fun!"

"I have fun," you quickly respond.

"What fun? Playing hide and seek with Percy?"

"I have fun in my own way, okay?" You shrug away all of his words off you.

He takes his wine glass back and drains it in one long sip, "how are you going to meet a guy if you stayed in your room all day?"

"But you met your fiancé in your apartment!" You defend yourself with a solid fact.

"That's because he's a friend of my roommate!" He argues back with widening eyes.

When he realizes that came out louder than he intended, he lowers his voice immediately, "I mean... when's the last time you met a cute guy?"

"A week ago," you shortly reply.

Your brother suddenly gets so interested, he leans forward on the table, "where?"

"In the bus."

"What's his name?"

"I don't know," you innocently answer.

Your brother inhales a deep breath and slumps in his seat, disappointed that his enthusiasm goes to waste.

You refuse to share a taxi ride with him because it'll only double the fare since he goes the opposite way to where you're going.

You let out a long sigh once you are seated inside the bus, the work isn't that tiring but interacting with people drained your energy the most.

You lean your head against the cool window glass and start spacing out as you gaze out at the view of the city lights in the distance.

It's a bad habit of yours, you'll space out and forgets about your surroundings, that includes almost skipping your bus stop.

Good thing that you reflexively shoot up from your seat and run to the exit, getting off the bus just in time before the door closes.

You hoist your bag higher on your shoulder and start walking to your apartment building.

A hand on your shoulder stops you from going, you turn around to see who it is.

"Hey, why didn't you call me?"

Felix's hair is still damp.

He had a quick shower after practice to wash all of the sweat off and put on a clean t-shirt.

He always leaves school at this hour, so by the time he gets off, he'll go somewhere to eat for dinner.

Except that tonight he feels like going home early and ordering some food.

He sits on the back of the bus with his hands shoved inside his jacket pockets. He clicks his phone, expecting it to light up so he can see the time.

Unfortunately, his phone runs out of battery. There's always a digital clock somewhere on the bus, he looks straight ahead but instead, he finds the other thing he's looking for.

He didn't believe his eyes at first until he sees you run to exit the bus.

It's like history repeats itself, he got caught in the same situation that requires him to act in such a short amount of time.

He senses that the driver is about to close the door soon, he stops thinking and dashes outside, getting off the bus even though it is not his stop.

He is unsure of how to talk to you but he knows that it's his only chance.

Hesitating for a while, Felix puts his hand on your shoulder and you immediately turn on your heel to find him there.

"Hey, why didn't you call me?"

Definitely not a good opener, he sounds so eager and a whole lot creepy. He can see that he just gave you the ick from your plain expression.

You grip the strap of your bag and tip your head to the side, "but you didn't give me your number," you answer.

A laugh escaped his parted mouth, he didn't expect you to still recognize him and that you'll answer his strange way of greeting you.

"Do you perhaps... want to grab dinner together?"

"I'm sorry. I had dinner already," you refuse with a courteous smile.

He kind of expected this answer, that's understandable, especially when the invitation comes from a stranger.

"But I'd love to have a cup of coffee," You come with an alternative for him.

"Yeah? I'd love that too," Felix can't believe that his verbal skills deteriorate this soon when he's still in his twenties.

You suggested the coffee shop because you live in the neighborhood and your apartment is only two blocks away from here.

Turns out, none of you drink coffee. Felix drinks coffee only when they're heavily sweetened and you prefer tea.

"We meet again," Felix starts the conversation after your drinks order is served on the table.

"Yeah," you shortly respond with a small smile.

"It's..." he wanted to say that it feels like fate that the two of you meet again but he doesn't want to make it seem corny, "...nice," he settles with the simplest word and that's enough for now.

You carefully sip your tea and he notices your fingers are tinted black. The last time you met, he also saw the same thing.

"Are you a painter?" He guesses.

You slowly put down your tea and know that he sees your dirty fingers, "oh, no. I'm a calligrapher."

"So you have beautiful handwriting," he comments almost immediately.

You shyly smile at him and look down at your lap, "you can say so," you say.

Felix suddenly got so curious, he slides a napkin in front of you, "can you write my name?"

"What for?"

"I want to see your handwriting," he casually answers.

"I guess I can do that since you paid for my tea," you tell him with a low laugh.

You rummage through your tote bag to pull out a pen and another thing out of your purse, a card.

"What's your name?"

"Lee Felix," he confidently answers.

You nod and uncap the pen, start writing his name down on the card instead of on the napkin he gave you. You write his name in elegant cursive letters and to him, you look like drawing a flower instead of his name.

The curls of letters are still no match to the beautiful curl of your smile as you slide the card across the table to him.

"You do have beautiful handwriting," he compliments with a sly smile.

"Next time, I'll have to charge you for it," you joke and caps the pen back, putting it back inside your tote bag.

"I'm not sure if I can afford you," he jokes back while still staring at his written name on the card.

"How about you? What do you do?"

"I'm a dancer," he answers.

"I'm still a student so yeah, I can't charge you for that," he adds.

You softly laugh with your hand holding the handle of your teacup. Your phone rings on the table and his eyes dart to the pop-up notification that says 'Percy'.

You turn it off and put the phone inside your purse, "I'm sorry but I have to go."

He has so much to ask about you but he knows he can't keep you here and interrogate you all night. He can't demand your time considering he's still a stranger to you.

"No worries," he replies with a smile.

His excitement makes him forget the most important thing he wanted to ask you ever since he met you.

He's always late to realize it but not this time, "you haven't told me your name yet."

You gather your bag from your seat as you stand next to the table, "that's my name card you're holding," you tell him.

Felix flips the card with his written name and learns that you wrote on the back of your name card.

"See you again," you say as you wave your hand at him.

Felix waves his hand back at you until you disappeared out of his sight.

That's when he allows himself to gleefully smiles.

It's been three days, three miserable days of anticipation and anxiety, you can't seem to focus on your work as well when you need to check your phone every few minutes.

You went through five stages of grief and you got to the point of acceptance.

You're at your lowest point and when that happens, you call your brother

"How long it usually takes for a guy to finally call you?" You ask the second she picks up the phone call.

"You ask for the standard of a straight guy, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"The average is three days but if it went up to a week, just forget him," he eloquently answers like it's an easy math problem.

You groan because three days is about to turn into four days and he hasn't called yet.

"Wait!" Your brother seems to finally catch the meaning of your question.

"Who is this guy?"

"The one I met on the bus," you reply with a sigh.

"But you said you didn't even know his name," he sounds so impressed and perplexed at once.

"I met him again."

"When?"

"Three days ago."

"And he hasn't called?" He yells in disbelief into the phone.

"I'm sure he's just busy... he'll call," you console yourself with the last of optimism left in you.

"No. Even if he calls, don't answer!" He warns you and you can hear her heavy breathing through the phone line.

"At least, makes him wait for a day!"

"I don't know... I'll just..." you stare at the ceiling as you lay on your couch, while your brother keeps on blabbering through the phone while you start spacing out like you always do.

"Hey, are you still there?" Your brother shouts through the phone.

You snap yourself out of your head, "I'm going to bed," you tell him and end the phone call.

You continue to space out until you slowly drift into sleep, the sound of your neighbor's early morning routine of watering her plants on the balcony wakes you up.

Still sleepy, you drag yourself to your bedroom and before going back to sleep, you check the time on your phone.

Through your squinted eyes, you see that it's only 4.50 in the morning and there are two missed calls.

You shot up on the bed and see the timestamps, he called a few minutes after you fell asleep on the couch.

You badly want to hit call back immediately but he would still be sleeping right? Who wakes up this early? Only your hippie neighbor does.

You ended up not going back to sleep and used the time to contemplate the proper time for you to call back. Should you do what your brother said? Make him wait as he did to you?

You decide to make him wait for as long as you can hold yourself back from hitting the call button.

You busy yourself with work and doing the ones that still have a week left before the deadline. You put your phone away from you, out of your reach, out of your sight.

You give up when the clock strikes 2 pm and curse at the void, "screw with this waiting game!"

You hit the call button on his number and your heart race for every ring it takes for him to pick up the call.

On the fifth ring, you decide to turn it off and try calling again.

Then it clicks, "hello?"

The deep voice sparks the excitement in you but at the same time, you get nervous you start pacing the kitchen.

"Uhm... hi! I see that you called last night?"

"Yes, I did but then I figured you must be sleeping already," he answers.

"Yes, I was—" you got choked by your saliva from talking too enthusiastically.

You calm yourself down by taking a long breath and try again, "I was wondering why you called," you meekly say.

He sounds so calm, unlike you. You can even hear his smile even though you're sure you're only imagining it in your head.

"Do you have time this weekend?" He asks.

"Yes," you answer too quickly and swear, you can feel your brother's glare at you for doing that.

"Let's meet at the coffee shop near your apartment at 5?"

You nod and realize that he can't see it, you need to provide a verbal answer on a phone call.

"Yes, I can do that."

He lowly laughs, he probably can hear the thump of your heart and the excitement in your voice.

"I'll see you then," he says.

"See you."

A moment passes in silence but none of you are willing to hang up. Strangely, you feel comfortable sharing the silence with him.

"I'm happy that you call me back," he suddenly mutters.

You can see your wide smile on the reflection on the toaster, "me too."

He laughs again and lets out this delightful sigh that means so much more than just that.

"I have to go back to practice," he says.

"Sure, please, go ahead."

"Bye."

"Bye," you end the phone call and let out a long sigh of relief. You start running around the house while screaming at the top of your lungs, your neighbor probably going to check on you soon but you feel the need to let it out.

The euphoric feelings last for a few minutes until the anxiety kicks in.

You've never been on a date for years and you hate to admit that your brother is right. You check your closet, it's all sweatpants and oversized t-shirts. There's nothing you can wear for a date without looking like you're going for a job interview.

The weekend is only two days away and again, the only one who can save you from this dire situation is your brother.

"Let's go shopping," you say the second she picks up the phone.

"I swear if we're going to spend hours just to get the proper pen, I'll sue!" He answers with the recollection of the last time you went shopping together.

"It's for a date," you tell him before he could complain further.

You hear his silent triumphant smile, "it's about damn time."

Felix has two tickets for a musical play.

He doesn't know whether you'll like it or not, it would be his first time and he wants to experience this with you.

Calls him sentimental, but he wants to remember the first time he watched a musical play, it was with you.

He keeps fixing his hair because they're tousled today, he tried styling it and the best he did with it is flattening the sticking hair.

He comes to the coffee shop a little early and orders an iced chocolate drink because coffee only makes him even more nervous.

It's not the first time he's going on a date yet he feels excessively groggy, a dance audition didn't make his legs bounce this fast under the table.

He should stop doing that, so he starts tapping the table with his fingers.

"I'm sorry, I'm late," A voice says.

Felix turns his head to find you walking toward the table, clutching the strap of your purse on one shoulder and the other holding the hem of your dress from riding up your legs as you sit across him.

He was too nervous to see that you'd entered the coffee shop.

Now that he sees you in a white dress and your hair is prettily decorated with pins, he gets more nervous but in a good way. The sky is grey today but that smile of yours instantly brightens his day.

"Have you been waiting long?" You ask.

He's still in trance and it continues for a whole good minute, he screws his eyes shut, restarting his brain to go back to its normal state.

"No, I just got here," he answers.

You softly smile and put your purse on the seat next to you, ignoring the fact that you can see that he's lying from his half-drained glass, the ice cubes have melted and formed a different layer on top of the drink.

"Do you want to order something? I'll get it—"

"No, it's fine. I had one too many cups of tea already," you refused the offer with a smile.

Felix wipes his palms on his jeans and licks his lips, the tickets inside the pocket of his shirt searing his skin the longer he stalls on asking you.

"Do you..."

"Yes?" You respond already before he can even continue his question.

He laughs and that helps to relax him, "I have tickets to see a musical play," he says.

He moves his hands and rests them on the table, they are only inches away from yours, and he resists the urge to hold them.

He focuses on the task at hand and tries again, "Do you like it? Do you want to go?"

You look at him in silence and smile, "sure, I'd love to."

Felix let out a gasp, fortunately, a low one that passes your hearing. He looks down to hide his triumphant smile and hurriedly clears his throat.

"The play is at 8 so we still have time," he tries to sound calm but failed to hide his excitement.

"Oh, I can't wait. I never watched a play before," you say with a sheepish smile.

"Me too!" He eagerly responds.

He closes his eyes for a second, wishing he could erase the five seconds earlier from existence.

He thinks of something else to talk about, "should we grab a dinner first or...?"

You open your mouth to answer but the sound of your phone ringing got ahead of you, "I'm sorry," you mutter before taking it out of your purse.

"Hello?"

Felix watches the shape you take as you sit sideways on your chair and he can see every curve of your facial features, of your nose, lips, and chin.

There's no other to describe the way he looks at you, Felix is smitten.

"Oh, no!" You shot up from your chair and dash towards the door.

You walk away without saying anything, leaving him flabbergasted and frozen in his seat.

This is not right, he says in his head. His eyes darted to the purse you forget to take with you.

He picks up your purse from the chair and chases after you, you're at the end of the block already. He's not wearing shoes that are suitable for running but that doesn't stop him from chasing you.

You've been resisting the urge to put your hands on your lap and clasped them together, clicking your thumbs together because that's what you do whenever you're nervous.

Unlike you, Felix seems calm but sounds so excited and eager, like a newly adopted puppy which is adorable.

You're about to suggest him to check out an art exhibition and a little walk from there, there's a nice restaurant that serves Japanese food.

The phone rings and it shatters your focus, "I'm sorry," you quickly apologize for the interruption.

"Hello?"

"It's your neighbor."

"Yes, I see that you're calling, Mrs. Kim," you calmly respond.

"I know you're not at home," she speaks so slowly but remembering that she's as old as your mother, you should give her a pass.

"I just want to let you know Percy came to my balcony again," she informs.

You opened the window this morning to air-dry dozens of cards you finished writing since you couldn't possibly be going on a date with the thought of abandoning your job.

You did the job but you didn't close the window afterward and it's a horrifying thing to remember what happened the last time you forgot to do that.

"Oh, no!"

Without thinking, you scramble out of the door and blabber into the phone, "I'm only one block away, I'll come and get him!"

You run as fast as you can to your apartment building, punching the code to the entrance gate too fast that you push the wrong number.

You take a deep breath before trying to enter the code again, when it beeps open, you push through and continue running inside.

You hear someone running behind you too and you stop at the base of the stairs.

"Hey, you left your purse!" Felix says.

You only realized it now that you're only taking your phone with you, "Oh my God, I am so sorry," you quickly apologize.

He hands you the purse while panting, "is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just need to get to my floor—" you don't finish your words but sling your purse across your shoulder and start taking the stairs instead of the elevator.

You impatiently knock on Mrs. Kim's door and don't stop knocking until she opens the door.

"Mrs. Kim, I am sorry. I'm so stupid, I left the window open again," you sincerely regretted forgetting to do such a simple thing.

"It's alright, dear," she assures you with her hand on your shoulder.

"Did he breaks anything again?"

"It's alright," she keeps saying that and it only convinces you that something bad occurred.

"I'll pay for the damage, Mrs. Kim, I'll—"

"It's okay, I just need to re-potting them," she holds her hands up to assure you everything is alright on her end.

"Wait here, I'll get him for you," she heads back inside.

You turn to see Felix and exchange a nervous glance with him, he's looking so confused, probably thinking how did he end up here?

Mrs. Kim returns while carrying Percy in her arms and you hurriedly offer your arms to take it from her, "I am way scared knowing that he crossed the ledge," she says as he hands him to you.

"Mrs. Kim, I'm terribly sorry," you say again and you feel like it's not enough to make up for what your cat did. That he ruined her herb plants like he did last time.

She softly smiles, "it's okay and you'd better get him home, he needs a bath," she says.

The soil must be wet from the light rain and that explains the patches of dried mud on his fur.

"Thank you for keeping him," you say for the last time.

"No worries and I'm sorry for disrupting your date," she adds while keeping her door open.

Typical old people, they're nosy but you know that she said it with good intentions. You decide not to put too much thought into what she said, you are indeed on a date, or was half an hour ago.

"Thank you once again, Mrs. Kim," you say before leaving and going inside your apartment.

The window is open and you rush inside to close it, you don't think twice but put your cat in the sink, preparing him for a bath.

"Percy! I swear if you do this one more time, I'll give you to my brother," you scold the feline who curls on the bottom of the sink, knowing what will happen to him.

When you turn around, you see Felix standing in the middle of the room looking so lost. You feel bad for him, you ruin the date and now he's forced to watch you scolding your cat.

The apology can wait, you pull a chair from the dining table, "Please, sit. I'll get you something to drink."

You take a pitcher of juice and pour a glass for him, he must be thirsty from chasing you from the coffee shop to the apartment building.

"I'm sorry for everything," you say as you place the glass of juice in front of him.

"For the date, for making you run after me, for getting you here," you list everything that perhaps caused the inconveniences for him.

"I think you apologized enough for today," he says with a smile and sips his drink carefully.

Percy's mewl shifts your attention back to him, you start to prepare things for his bath, rolling the sleeves of your dress up your elbow.

You turn around to face Felix, then say, "I'll clean him up real quick."

He gets up from his chair and approaches you, "Can I help?"

Percy is nice to you and Mrs. Kim but when it comes to your brother, he turns hostile. You kind of guessed he's not good toward male which doubts you if it's a good idea to let Felix helps you bathe him.

"I'm not sure if that's..." your words trailing off as you watch Felix softly scratches the back of Percy's ear and he purrs with eyes closed.

"Yeah, I would love the help," you change your mind about it and let him help you.

Unlike any other cat, Percy enjoys being in the water and he likes taking a bath. You assume he intentionally did this mischief just so he can get this indulgence from you.

"What did exactly he does to your neighbor?" Felix asks as he holds Percy's head while you lather his body with soap.

"My neighbor plants all sorts of herbs on her balcony and Percy escaped through that window I accidentally left open, he knocked all of her potted plants and probably played with the soil too," you explained.

"And this happened before?"

"Yep."

"Bad Percy!" He scolds him while giving Percy gentle pats on the head and he mewls in response.

It never crossed your head, even in your silliest of imagination that you would bathe your cat with a guy and not just a guy, a gorgeous guy that looks like a character out of a fantasy book.

Is it too soon to say that you like him? To say that you have a crush on him is an understatement. You are completely whipped.

After wrapping Percy with a towel, you put him on top of the kitchen counter. You bring your hair dryer from your bathroom to dry Percy.

Felix takes it from you after you plugged it in, "I'll do it," he says.

"So you can change your clothes," he adds before you can protest.

You look down at the front of your dress, dirty from Percy's paws and the soil he carries with him. Good, you're not only ruining the date but looking so horrible doing it.

"I'll be back," you excuse yourself to your bedroom.

You almost let out a shriek once you see your reflection in the mirror, your dress is ruined and your hair is messy, a few stray hairs stuck to your sweaty forehead.

The clothes are off but you got yourself a new crisis.

"The guy is in my apartment!" You announce the second you heard your brother picks up the phone.

"How?" He asks with a dramatic sigh that could earn him a role in a soap opera.

You're not ready to tell him the reason why Felix ended up in your apartment, so you hurriedly ask him the question you've dying to ask, "Is it okay if I'm wearing sweatpants?"

From the way he heavily sighs into the phone, you got the answer already.

Felix is more of a dog person.

However, he likes animals in general, that includes cats.

That should be the least of his worries, earlier, he thought Percy is the name of your boyfriend.

He's glad that it's the name of your pet cat and he's snuggling up to him once Felix has done drying him. Percy is an adorable calico cat and a chatty one. He keeps meowing at him, probably asking for treats.

You've been in your room for quite some time and it's impolite to look through your kitchen cabinets to find the cat food.

He'll give you a few more minutes, then he'll knock on your door to ask where you keep it.

The noise Percy makes seems to call you out of your room and you have changed your clothes into blue jeans and a white blouse.

Even though what you're wearing is something simple, you're stunning still.

"I hear you. I hear you, Percy!" You shout back at the feline that doesn't stop meowing at you.

Felix chuckles witnessing this strange yet adorable interaction, it's making him miss having a pet of his own.

You reach the top cabinet to grab a box of cat treats and Felix's eyes catch the exposed skin of your stomach when you did that.

He looks away immediately and clears his throat.

Percy starts spinning on the kitchen counter at the sight of the treats you're bringing to him, "he always does that to get more treats from me," you share with Felix.

"Do you want to feed him?"

"Sure!"

You pour a handful of treats into his open palm and he puts it in front of Percy. He doesn't waste time gobbling on it.

"Good boy!" Felix coos while brushing the top of his head.

"I think he likes you," you say while putting the carton back in the top cabinet.

"You think so?"

You nod and lean against the kitchen counter, "he's usually hostile towards men."

Felix smiles upon hearing that. To have your pet rooting for him that's something, that's a win. It assures him that he's on the right track.

It starts raining outside and Felix checks the time to see that it's almost dinner time already.

"Should we order something? For dinner?" You ask as if you read his mind.

"Good idea!" He responds.

You pick up the phone and start looking at the restaurant fliers stuck on the door of the fridge, "what should we be having?"

Then you turn at him in one swift move as if something just flashed right through your head, "Oh my God, the musical play!"

It's what he has been anticipating to do with you but now that he's in your apartment and playing with your pet, he likes where he is, he belongs at this moment.

"We can always go next time," he says, wishing for a hopeful turns out even though the night is still young.

Percy is sitting on the armrest of the sofa while the two of you having dinner on the carpeted floor with the sound of the rain filling the silence.

In this nice setting, Felix uses it to explain one thing. He drinks his water and licks his lips before speaking, "I'm late to apologize to you," he begins.

You put down your chopstick to listen to him talking, "for what?"

"That I didn't call you right away," he answers.

"Well, you called and you're here now," you simply resolved.

"Still, I owe you an explanation," he says while looking right into your eyes.

"I was out of town to perform at a festival. I got busy practicing and I don't think it would be wise to call you late at night," he speaks in a calm manner and apologetic eyes.

You stare at him for a few seconds and your eyes are so hypnotic he can't stop looking into them.

"I appreciate you for telling and I accept your apology," you say with a smile.

This moment is tender and so is the gaze you're giving him, he feels wrapped in an invisible cloak of warmth and comfort.

He wants to be in this moment forever.

Your phone rings with a reminder to give Percy his medicine.

You've done it a handful of times so it's not much of a hassle for you. It doesn't even take you a minute, you give him gentle scratches before letting him roam around the room to play by himself.

You return to the living room to see Felix looking at your desk, probably reading the cards you're working on.

He seems to be reading the defect one you keep in a separate tray.

He sees you watching him yet he remains calm, he proceeds to read the one he's reading.

"You also write letters for people?" He asks.

You shake your head, "No, I only do it for my grandparents. They used to exchange love letters when they were young."

You stand next to him to show him one of the old love letters you used as an example and that you have for safekeeping.

"Every anniversary, I write a love letter for my grandmother on behalf of my grandfather. His hands are too shaky to write letters now," you further explain.

Felix nods as he gazes in awe at how old the letter is and that the envelope itself is torn at the seams.

"Do you mind if I read this one?" he says, pointing to the one he read a while ago.

"Not at all. Please!" You allow him and lean against the desk facing him.

He takes the paper and starts to read it out loud.

"My tenderness, my happiness, what words can I write for you? Despite the hundreds of letters I've penned you, I still don't know how to tell you how I love, how I desire you. Such agitation—and such divine peace: melting clouds immersed in sunshine—mounds of happiness.

And I am floating with you, in you, aflame and melting—and whole life with you is like the movement of clouds, their airy, quiet falls, their lightness and smoothness, and the heavenly variety of outline and tint—my inexplicable love. I can't explain these cirrus-cumulus sensations."

Felix finishes reading with a delightful sigh and his eyes are back on you again, "it's so beautiful," he says with a mix of awe and slight shock.

You softly chuckle in response. If only you can tell him the way he reads it makes it more beautiful.

"I'll like it more if I know what cirrus cumulus is," he playfully remarks.

You chuckle again, "they are types of clouds," you answer his curiosity.

"Ah!"

"My grandfather was a mariner."

"Wow, you're so smart!" He sincerely compliments you from the way he said it full of awe.

"Why? You feel intimidated?" You joke.

"A lot!" He shortly replies.

"Someone shouldn't have this many charms, you know?"

He's indirectly praising you and it's safe to say he's flirting with you, you can feel your cheeks heating, flustered.

You turn your back to him to put the old letter back into your drawer and say, "it's a pity that people don't write love letters anymore."

Felix nods in agreement, "yeah, receiving a love letter through an email is kind of... corny?"

The moment your eyes landed on each other's again, you both burst into laughs at the thought of it.

You used to think that the space is already full with only you and Percy, turns out, having Felix in here makes you realize that you still have a lot of space to fill.

It's getting late and the rain has stopped pouring.

Percy is sleeping on his sleeping mat in the corner of the room, curling into a ball, creating a cute swirl of orange, black, and white on his fur coat.

"The taxi will arrive in a few minutes," you inform him after ordering a ride home for him through the phone.

"Thanks," Felix replies.

He gets a little sad that the night is about to end and that he has to part with you soon. He consoles himself with the excitement that he'll meet you again soon.

Which reminds him of something, he approaches as you return from turning off the light on your desk.

"Are you busy next Friday?" He asks. He wanted to look anywhere but your eyes, knowing that they'll only make him nervous.

Somehow your eyes always succeed in attracting him to look.

"Next Friday?" you ask back for confirmation.

Felix is aware of the proximity, you stand mere inches away from his, and he can easily take your hands if he wants to.

He puts his hands behind him to resist the urge, "My school is having this dance ball and everyone is given a plus-one ticket," he explains.

He nervously wipes his palms on the back of his jeans, "I can't think of anyone to come to this ball with but you," he finishes.

He let out a low, shaky breath. You don't seem to be excited or opposed to the idea. You look rather confused like you don't know what to do with his invitation.

"I don't dance," you stutter.

"We don't have to dance or anything. I want you to come," he quickly adds, hoping that you wouldn't feel burdened with the request.

"I want you to come with me," he says again, almost desperately.

"I don't know," you vaguely answer, "I have to check my schedule first for that."

Felix repeatedly nods and it's better than you flatly rejecting him on the spot.

"You don't have to answer now. Take as much time as you can," he assures you.

You nod and the sound of your phone ringing startles you, "I guess it's the taxi," you say.

No shit, parting is such a sweet sorrow.

He takes a long look at you as you linger by the doorway, waving your hand at him, "thank you for today!"

"No, thank you for today!" He says back with a gentle smile.

You flash him a smile before closing the door and the only good thing about parting is knowing that the moment you meet again, it'll be so, so sweet.

You don't have to wait for the knocking, you recognize your brother's footsteps and he's right outside your door.

"Oh, the thing I do for you," he's complaining already with his jacket damp from walking under the rain.

Percy senses that his least favorite person just entered his territory and he starts hissing at him.

Your brother glares at him, "do you think I want this too?"

Percy growls at him and he never did that to anyone but your brother.

Your brother decides to ignore him and hugs you, "Don't worry, we'll be fine!"

His expression turns sour when he notices that you're still in your sweatpants and worn-out t-shirt.

"Why aren't you dressed yet?"

You frown and meekly say, "I don't think I can go."

"What are you talking about?" He asks in disbelief. His eyes widen and are about to pop out of their sockets.

You hug yourself feeling so incredibly small in front of him, not only because he has a bigger body frame than you but because he's the only one who is capable to make you openly vulnerable to him.

"I can't. I'll only embarrass myself," you sadly say.

You can see that he's disappointed in you but refrains from telling you.

He rests one hand against the dining table and says, "okay then I'll just go back home."

You immediately grab his hand, not letting him go, "no, don't go!"

He goes to grab the jacket he hung a minute ago, "I'm here to make sure your cat takes his medicine on time while you're out to have fun at the dance ball," he says.

"But since you decided not to go then you don't need me anymore," he finishes with a sinister smile.

He's not just disappointed at you, he's mad and he's the type to give you the silent treatment and when that happens, it's all very frustrating for you.

You grab his hand again to stop him from taking his jacket, "I'm so scared," you blurt out.

He turns to look at you to give you a chance to explain yourself.

It's not easy for you to talk about your feelings and your hands start to shake, "I like him so much and I'm so scared that I'll ruin it,"

"I think that it's better if I didn't go," your voice is quivering at the end of the sentence.

Your brother put your hand away from his wrist and holds it, "come here!"

He pulls you into a hug and stays like that for a good minute, it's comforting and safe, he's truly someone you can rely on.

"You like him that much, mmh?" He asks as he's gently patting your back.

You nod with your eyes closed to prevent yourself from crying.

"More than you like me?"

"No," you strongly deny.

He laughs and brushes your hair endearingly, his chest heaving as he draws a deep breath which makes you unconsciously follow suit.

"If you didn't go then how would he know that you like him?"

He pulls away just enough to put a space between your bodies and looks at your face, "do you think this chance will come again?"

That makes you think very hard and clearly about every possible scenario of how things would turn out but each time you only focus on the negative outcomes.

It does not always have to be that way, there's a fifty percent chance that things may go your way and that's not a bad deal.

"Are you sure you're not going to regret it?"

You don't have to think long to know the answer and you think your brother knows it too.

You hate to admit that your brother is right and he's always damn right.

"We all do embarrassing things, not just you. We all do and that's okay, that's something to laugh about in the future," he squeezes your shoulder to make sure his words seep into you.

You look at the time and you only have fifteen minutes until the dance ball starts while you have so many things to do beforehand. Dress, hair, make-up... you wouldn't make it on time.

You're dreading it all over again.

"Even if I go, I don't have much time left," you weakly tell him.

Your brother lets out his dramatic sigh then he shakes your shoulders to wake your whole body.

"It doesn't matter whether you'll be late or not," he tells you then ruffles your hair into a mess.

"What matters is you come!!!"

He turns your around and steers you to your bedroom, "Go get ready, I'll help you with the rest!"

Felix has been waiting outside.

He's waiting by the entrance of the ballroom and all of his friends are already inside, dancing with their partners and probably on their fifth glass of champagne already.

He checks his phone but there's no message, no missed calls, nothing from you. It's only making him more groggy that he starts pacing back and forth.

An hour has passed and he starts to doubt you'll be coming, he sits on the steps that lead to the ballroom, loosening his tie a little.

A few of his friends are also outside smoking and silently pitying him for being ditched by his date.

Still, Felix doesn't want to think ill of you. He tries to think positively, that maybe you have a more important thing to do or that you're unable to go.

And maybe, just maybe, you simply don't want to come and that's okay.

He takes his phone out of the inner pocket of his suit jacket and composes a new text message.

He thinks it over on what to say to you, to let you know that he's alright if you choose not to come and there's always a next time.

Next time is better than nothing at all.

He's about to press send when he sees someone walking up the steps toward him.

You're lifting the hem of your dress to make it easy for you to walk and the heels you're wearing clicking against the floor. He knows you're struggling with what you're wearing but the smile on your face tells him that doesn't matter to you.

And that's so attractive to him. He's glad that some of his peers get to witness this.

He rushes to help you walk up the rest of the steps by offering his hand which you eagerly take, you almost stumble at one point but he's quick to steady you.

Instead of feeling embarrassed, you laugh it off and say, "I'm sorry I'm late."

You're here with him now and that's enough.

He should have said it out loud and let you know that, except that his brain started to malfunction. He stops walking at the end of the steps to take a good look at you, to take everything in.

You're wearing a dress in a terracotta color and your hair is down, a smile doesn't wear off your face as you look back at him.

"You're so beautiful," he praises and that's the only truth.

"Thank you and you too," you praise back.

"Well except..." your hand reaches for his tie and goes to fix it, "now you're ready!"

He can feel his heart expands twice its size and beating so fast, he also can hear its beating in his ears.

He shouldn't waste more time, he offers his arm for you and you loop your hand around his arm, letting him sweep you off your feet on the dancefloor.

It's hard to look into his eyes and not to feel a thing.

His hands are on your waist and yours are on his shoulders, your body moves so awkwardly but Felix patiently guides you, swaying to the slow rhythm of the music.

"You said you don't know how to dance," he says with an impressed smile.

"I do," you assure him.

"This is not bad at all," he comments.

"That's because my brother gave me a short lesson," you shyly admit.

You know for certain that Felix isn't going to make fun of anything you said, he's too good to stoop that low. Therefore you don't have to worry about telling him things like this.

"Your brother is a dancer?"

You shake your head, "he's a rugby player."

A confusing look masked Felix's face and you understand why. No one gets it but your brother is one of a kind and you're very proud to have him in your life.

"Let's say, he's good at so many things," you simply resolve.

"Ah..." Felix responds with a nod of agreement.

The night feels so young, so hopeful, so magical and it feels like a dream to you. However, the next thing you know it's the last dance for the night.

You blame it on the fact that you came here so late but everyone else already got tired and there are only a few couples left on the dance floor.

"May I have the last dance?" Felix asks with one knee bent and a hand at you.

You put the champagne flute and put your hand on him, "yes, please."

He takes you with him back to the dance floor and you both stand facing each other, waiting for the music to start to play.

Felix places one hand on your waist and the other on your hand, once the music starts playing, you both start dancing.

You're following the instructions he gave you earlier, you only need to trust him and follow him.

And you're doing exactly those two things.

Goodness, Felix looks so stunning in his black suit and his slicked-back hair. His freckles, his smile, his kind eyes, just everything about him complement each other so well.

He's just so perfect and it makes you wonder if you deserve to be in this place, to have this dance with him.

You make a wrong step and you end up tripping over his foot, again, Felix catches your right on time.

"Are you okay?" He asks as he steady you.

You keep in mind that it's okay, embarrassing things like this are something to laugh about in the future.

"I'm okay," you assure him.

"Should we stop?"

You shake your head, "it's the last dance so..." you shrug and put your hands back on his shoulders.

"Okay," Felix also put his hands back on your waist and starts guiding you to sway, moving around the dance floor.

This is what you'll be missed if you didn't come and God, aren't you glad to come?

When you think about it, everything that has happened with Felix, how you met in a random place, how you met again for the second time in another random place, the failed date, and now, this.

The rose he gave you might have withered and died but not with your feelings as you feel them blooming into something you don't know what it is yet.

This chance will never come again nor is a person like him.

You put your hands around his neck and close the gap between your bodies, you feel his body stiffens against you, perhaps he gets a little surprised by the proximity.

A while later, you find his hand wrapped around your waist as he gently rests the side of his face against you, cheek to cheek.

You feel his warm breath a second before he speaks into your ear, "Thank you for coming!"

But you know those words mean more than just that.

All things come to an end, even the good things.

His heart gets heavier the closer his car gets to your apartment building, somehow it feels worse than waiting for you to come.

To conclude, he's better at waiting than letting you go.

He gets out of the car once he parked it to walk to the entrance of your apartment building, stopping just right by the elevator.

"I had fun tonight," you say to him while clutching your purse in front of you.

"Me too," he says back with a sheepish smile.

The empty lobby amplifies the feeling that tonight only belongs to you and him, which makes him reluctant to end the night with a goodbye.

He doesn't want it to end, he wants it to last forever.

The elevator chimes as it arrives and again, Felix finds himself in a situation that needed him to act in a such short amount of time.

One look into your eyes and he knows he wants to lose himself in them.

He catches your hand and takes a step closer, "Can I—" he aborts his plan to ask first and just go ahead with his guts.

Slowly, he presses a kiss on your lips and places his hand on your jaw, holding you still as he kisses you.

He lets the kiss lasts for a moment before letting it go.

Your eyes are still closed and the sight of your wet lips entices him to kiss you again.

He doesn't have it in him to resist the temptation, he places his lips on you again and you return the kiss this time, opening your mouth for him.

He's more than eager to deepen the kiss, tasting more of you.

This time, you pull away but keep your forehead presses against his, foolishly smiling at each other at how those kisses felt. Which are not less than what they're supposed to be, of something right, of something fated.

And when he least expected it, you come up with the question he wanted to ask.

You slide your hands up to his neck and clung to him, "do you want to go upstairs?"

Felix is standing behind you as you unlock the door.

Without having to look, you can feel his eyes on you, and the body heat he's emitting, makes you guess how close he is.

You hold the urge and push the door open, "come in!"

Felix steps into your apartment and his eyes widen in surprise, you got curious at what he's seeing.

It's your brother and he's sleeping on your sofa, "I don't know that he's—"

You stop explaining and come to your brother's side, gently shaking his body to wake him up while muttering curses under your breath.

"Wake up! It's late!" You say through your gritted teeth.

You accidentally slap his cheek a little too hard but it works to wake him up, he fumbles to get up from the sofa. He looks around, disoriented.

"Why are you still here?"

"I fell asleep," your brother answers them yawning.

"Can you please go now?" You plead while keeping it low to not let Felix hear the conversation.

"Okay, I'll call for a taxi home," he slurs as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I mean now. Right now!" You insist.

Using your eyes, you gesture to Felix standing in the middle of the room watching you talk to your brother.

"Oh shit, is this the bus guy?" He asks in surprise.

Your brother shakes his head to summon his senses back into his head, "I mean, you're the dancer."

Felix awkwardly waves at him and politely smiles, "hi!"

"Don't worry, I'm just her gay brother," your brother adds.

You wince again and wish that you can disappear or someone removed him from this scene.

But since Felix already sees everything, you decide to properly introduce your brother to him.

"This is my brother," you tell him and awkwardly stand there between them.

Felix is the one who comes up and offers his hand to your brother for a handshake, "Hello, I'm Felix."

Your brother nods with a cryptic smile plastered on his face, he looks inexplicably masculine with his hand gripping Felix's lithe hand.

He gives Felix a long assessing look, it's just this thing he does to anyone who gets close to you. It's a brother thing.

"I play rugby, you know," he suddenly says and no one asks him anything about his job.

Felix nods, "yes, I've been told you are a rugby player."

Your brother nods again and gives him an approving smile, then finally, he lets go of the handshake. You see Felix's hand turns pale and you glare at your brother.

"Do you mind if I use the bathroom?" Felix asks.

"Not at all!" You answer and it's better like this, you're not going to let him be around your brother for too long.

"You're taking him here!" Your brother the second Felix closes the door of the bathroom.

You ignore him and grab his jacket, you hand it to him so he can put it on.

"You know what that means, right?" He slips his muscular arms into the sleeves of his jacket, "you're going to have sex with him!"

You groan at him and get him up from the sofa with all of your strength, "can you say that any louder?"

He gets up on his own and you push him in the direction of the door, "do you know what you're supposed to do, right?"

"Shush it!" You remind him that Felix can hear all of this.

He abruptly stops to look at you, "you have condoms?"

"Please, just go!" You desperately beg.

Your brother gets it, he lets out a sigh and then goes to give you a quick hug, "call me if anything happened or has not happened," he jokes.

You scoff and open the door for him, waving your hand at him until he enters the elevator.

"Where's your brother?" Felix asks once he returns from the bathroom.

"He left," you answer.

"I didn't get to say bye to him," he sadly says which is very cute of him that he worries about making a good impression on your brother.

And now that it's only the two of you in the apartment, apart from Percy who's snoring on his pillow, the tension is back and it doubles with every passing second.

The sight of your bedroom is tempting but you're not ready for that yet.

You think of something to keep things going and not to kill the buzz.

"Wine?"

It's the wine.

Felix believes that's the reason why he's telling you all of these things about himself, from the food he likes to the student who silently hates him.

He can see that you intently listen to him, asking everything that intrigues you, reacting to his jokes, and laughing along with him.

It's rare to find someone he wants to spend all night just talking to.

The bottle of wine is almost empty and the night is getting late, Percy's snoring is getting louder as well.

"I already expected that your brother would be so big because you mentioned he's a rugby player," He says then take the last sip of his wine.

"But I didn't know he would be that big," he emphasizes the word to describe your brother's enormous presence.

You laugh in response while tucking your hair behind your ear.

"He's hunky, I like it," Felix adds.

"Oh? You like him?" You ask with a slick smile and an eyebrow raised.

He puts his wine glass away to not risk him dropping it as he laughs.

"I'll let him know," you joke back.

The two of you are sitting on the sofa with a space in between and maybe it's you that keeps luring him in or maybe it's him seeking your warmth, wanting to stay close to you.

He realizes that the gap is closing as his knee bumps yours and in this proximity, he can feel that his brain is about to short-circuit.

He quickly thinks of something witty to say before everything that comes out of his mouth is pure idiocy.

"You can also tell him that I like his sister more," he doesn't mean to blurt it out like that but it happens because he's on the verge of imploding. Also, he wants you to know that.

It takes you a second to get what he said and you look down at your lap, flustered.

That's just so cute to him.

He reaches for your face and put his hand under your chin, he tilts your head to meet his gaze. Slowly, he leans in and you lean in as well, making the gap between your bodies turns nonexistent.

"I like you too," you say back to him with a smile.

There's no perfect way to capture this moment than with a kiss, a kiss that conveys how happy he is to know that you reciprocate his feeling.

He wraps his hand around you and you scoot closer to him like two opposites of magnet that attract one another.

A smile lingers on your face with your eyes still closed after you pull away, "want to know something?"

He puts his other arm around your shoulders and lets you rest your head on it, "yes."

"I almost didn't come to the dance ball tonight," you confess and the eyes you're giving him right now tell him that you're being honest.

He grabs your free hand and interlaced his fingers with yours, "why?"

"Being in a new place, in a crowd, they're not my specialties," you tell him with a grimace.

"And I don't like going out. I like staying at home."

Felix nods and brings your hand close to his mouth so he can kiss your knuckle, "is that why you were late?"

You nod.

"What makes you decide to come?"

"My brother," you shortly replied.

Felix nods again and softly sigh, "well, that makes me like him more," he playfully remarks.

"Oh?" You exclaim in a slight shock and your fingers are closing around his.

He gives you a long peck on the lips as a token of gratitude for being willing to come and try new things with him.

He appreciates the effort so much and that only makes him fall deeper into you. There's no escape at this point.

He's in love, through and through.

Percy likes to come to your bedroom and climbs into your bed, he'll try to wake you up in the morning.

To prevent that, you carefully close the door of your bedroom and try not to make any sound in the process.

When the knob clicks in place, you sigh in relief and turn to face Felix, who's looking nervous but looking so cool doing it.

"You have a nice room," he stutters, a hand scratching the back of his head.

"Thank you," you mutter.

Indeed, you haven't had a man coming to your place and staying the night over, it feels like the first time all over again. Now you're older and hopefully wiser, you know it's going to be different this time around.

For a start, you know that you like Felix and you fully consent to what is about to happen in your bedroom, sexually or not.

Felix's presence in your room doesn't make you feel that he's invading your space in a way that most people do.

It's just as if he belongs here, close to you.

"Can you help me take off my dress?" You ask.

You see his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat and you take it that he doesn't expect that request comes from you, "sure."

The dress has been weighing you all night, you didn't feel bothered by it earlier because of the adrenaline rush and you were having such a great time with Felix to focus on the inconvenience.

Hours passed and now you can feel your shoulders sagging because of it.

You turn around as he walks up to you then put your hair to one side to show him the zipper of the dress.

The sound of the zipper being parted open against the quiet of your room intensifies the tension in the room.

When you thought it was done once the zipper reached its end but no, Felix softly caresses the exposed skin with just the tip of his fingers, light and featherlike, a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering inside you.

You turn your head to look at him but his lips welcomed you instead, you spin your body around to face him, and have your lips locked with him again.

Felix parted the dress open and let it falls onto the floor, pooling around your ankle while you impatiently unbutton his shirt without looking.

All clothes are off the moment you both hit the bed and he hovers above you, kissing you wherever he can land his plush lips on.

Felix's hand goes down to touch your heating core and it feels hot the moment they make contact.

It gives you the idea to do the same for him, you slide your hand down to his abdomen and keep going south until your hand meets his semi-hard cock.

Gently, you wrap your hand around it and stroke it, up and down, up and down.

You both sense that none of you want to waste time anymore, you kiss him before telling him where you keep the condom.

"It's inside the drawer," you pointed to the small drawer next to the bed.

Felix takes it in a matter of seconds, he unwraps the foil wrapper with his hand and securely rolls it down his length. He smiles as he crawls over to you, kissing you again before positioning himself between your legs.

You spread your legs wider for him and did it without thinking or else you wouldn't do it at all.

Felix rubs his hands up and down your thighs, once in a while, he teases your clit by circling it with his thumb.

The breathing exercise you usually do whenever you're anxious can't help you in this type of situation, but you remind yourself that it's just excitement, lust, desire, everything mixed into one.

You moan as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, he smears your essence all over then finally pushes into you.

A loud moan rips out of you.

Felix abruptly stops moving, he gently rubs your thighs again.

"Are you okay?" He softly asks.

You believe it's just nerve and try to relax by taking a few deep breaths.

"I'm okay," you assure him.

With that being said, Felix pushes into you again and you moan in pain, "Oh my God!"

"Do I hurt you?" His voice is heavy with concern.

You shake your head. You don't know how to tell him about it but you know it'll be an embarrassing thing to say.

"It's just..."

"Mmh?" He props his hands on each side of you with his face merely inches away from yours, "It's okay, tell me."

You cover your eyes as if it would help you hide from him, "I think you're just too big for me," you meekly answers.

There's a moment of silence, he is probably at a loss for words to respond to you and you understand why.

A while later, he takes your hands from covering your face and makes you look at him, "should we stop?"

"No," you answer rather too quickly and that makes you sound eager.

You put your hand on his neck and say, "I just need to relax."

"Okay," he gives you a peck on the lips before he pulls out of you to lay by your side.

He pulls the duvet to cover both of your bodies and he puts his arm out to be your pillow.

"I'm sorry," you sadly say, it's the last thing you want to do which is ruining this moment.

He softly chuckles and kisses your nose, "this is nothing to be sorry about," he consoles you.

You put your hand across his muscular chest and look at him, "I'm nervous because I haven't done it in a long time," you openly share with him.

He has the right to know that it's not him, it's you.

"I know," he casually says.

You jerk your head back in surprise, "how?"

"I heard you and your brother talking before he left," he answers with a cheeky smile.

You wince in pain and embarrassment, he heard everybody your brother said to you about you not having sex for a long time.

You groan and slump in your pillow, you pull the duvet over your head to hide from him.

"That's so embarrassing..." you grumble and your voice is muffled.

Felix follows suit and hides under the cover with you, "found you!"

You giggle as he pulls your body close to him and touches you under the cover, sneaky and soft, it's romantic and arousing at once.

"I'm also nervous because I'm doing it with you," you tell him but you don't feel embarrassed to let him know this.

"Why? Am I intimidating?" He asks with a sly smile.

You shake your head no and bring your mouth close to his ear, "because you're so hot."

You don't know what got into you next because you find yourself gently biting his ear shell.

His face turns red and his cheeks blushed profusely, it seems like you've just discovered his sensitivity spot.

The little giggles you let out as he plants ticklish kisses on your neck are so adorable yet aroused him so much.

His cock is impossibly hard and swollen, that little taste he got when he entered you earlier keeps replaying in the back of his head.

Fuck, you feel so good, so tight and it was only the tip. He can't imagine what it would be like to be fully buried inside you, don't think he'll last long.

"Felix," you softly call him.

He drags his mouth back to your lips and gives you a quick peck, "yes?"

You hold his small face in your hands and say, "let's try again," you say.

He's more than eager to cater to you but he needs to make sure you're not pressured to do this. Consent always comes first to him.

He softly kisses your inner arm for a second, "are you sure? You don't have to do it, you know?"

You shake your head, "I want this," you pause to land a long kiss on his lips, "so very much."

And that's low-key the sexiest thing a girl can say to him.

Somehow the break you both took helps him relax too and reminds him to take his time, not to rush it.

Felix starts by kissing you down until his mouth lands on your cunt, he wants to properly prepare you this time. He knows what to do with his mouth and to relax you with it, by running his tongue down your slit repeatedly, making it slick with his spit.

And gently, he sucks your clit and teases it with the tip of his tongue.

You're moaning and it's getting hot under the cover you throw it to the side, exposing both of you to the cool night air.

"You like that?" He asks with his head between your legs.

"Yes," you immediately answer.

Your hands reach for his head and bring him to hover above you again, not hesitating to kiss his mouth smeared with your essence.

Now, that is the second sexiest thing you've done tonight.

Felix concludes everything too early, he forgets the night is still young and you're still waiting for him with your legs spread open once again.

His hand gently holds you by the waist as he enters you, slowly and carefully, he makes sure to not cause any discomfort to you.

He feels your hand holding him by the nape of his neck, "Good?"

You nod with a smile that reassures him you're alright.

That's when he allows himself to indulge in the pleasure of entering you, have his cock sheathed inside your warm, velvety walls.

Deep, low growls escaped his mouth at the sight of his cock fully disappearing inside you.

He looks at your face so still with your mouth parted open, whimpering in pleasure.

He crashes his mouth against you and you return it with the same eagerness.

"You feel so good," he murmurs the second he pulls away from the kiss.

You smile against his lips and put your hands around his neck, letting him deepen the kiss.

Felix never takes sex as just sex, as just a mere physical fulfillment. That's why he rarely have sex just for the sake of it, he only wants to have sex with people whom he wants to truly bond with to seek a deeper, meaningful relationship. Call him boring but that's just how it is for him.

And this, what he has with you makes him believe that you're the one he's been looking for.

Felix takes your hand and flips over your hand on the bed, he slips his hand into yours, it's perfect like he's meant to hold it. He gives your cheek the softest of caress as he looks into your eyes, "I know it's early to say this," he says.

Your hand curves under his arm with your fingers tenderly trailing his shoulder blade, "yeah?"

"I want to be with you," he confesses and his heart quivering, a mix of excitement and fear mixed into one in his chest.

Your gaze softens at the sudden confession, "you do?"

He nods then swipes his thumb over your lips, "I want to be with you. I want you to fill my days and nights. I want you to be a part of my life."

He gives your lips the lightest yet most loving kiss he could give you as his heart aches and it only proves to him that his feelings are real for you.

"Do you want to be with me?" He asks.

You bring his face close to yours and give him almost the same tender kiss but with a steadfast conviction you answer him, "yes, I do."

Ain't he glad that he had just the last rose for you that day?

ONE YEAR LATER.

The dress suddenly shrinks in size and you struggle to fit yourself in it. It was fine when you try it on last night but that's with the help of your brother.

You can't possibly gain extra weight in a span of one night. You huff and try again for the last time, you successfully zipped up the dress by holding your breath for a few seconds.

One last look in the mirror, checking your make-up and hair then you're ready to go.

You pull open the door to find Felix already waiting in the living room, playing with Percy on the sofa. His head turns in your direction, noticing that you finally come out of the room.

His face instantly lights up when his eyes land on you.

"I'm ready!" You tell him.

He gets up from the sofa and takes a moment to admire you, his eyes traveling up and down your body.

Felix holds his hand out at you, "shall we?"

You place your hand on his and let him sweep you off your feet.

As long as he's with you he doesn't care about anything else.

Felix knows you'd prefer having a romantic dinner in the house than anywhere else. Comfort has to come first to ensure that the two of you have a great time tonight.

You highly approved the dinner that he cooked and the wine he bought for tonight, now he hopes you like the song he chooses for the dance.

"You're getting good at it," he says with an impressed smile then gives you a twirl.

"That's because you're a good teacher," you say back and let him pull you close until your back meets his chest.

He puts his arms wrapped around you and sways both of your bodies to the slow beat of the song and you rest your head on his shoulder, giving him access to easily kiss you on the lips.

He'll always treasure this moment with you and keep it close to his heart.

The only one who gets impatient as he unpacks a box of chocolate bonbon is Percy and he probably thinks it has his treats inside of it. He can see from the way he keeps spinning on the sofa.

"I'm sorry to tell you Percy but it's not for you," you say to him and scoop him onto your lap.

It would be petty of him to be jealous of how you treat your pet cat but he feels left out when Percy keeps putting his paw on your chin and starts nibbling on your lips. You put him away a few times but he keeps on licking your lips.

You warn him over and over again but he keeps on doing that.

"I'll get him his treats," you say, excusing yourself to the kitchen.

Percy starts to spin around on the floor at the sound of the treats hitting his feeding bowl while softly meowing at you.

You squat next to him and scratch his back, "you had your dinner so you can't have too much."

Now it feels like he's the one third-wheeling you, "babe, come here!" He says and failed to not sound like he's jealous.

You walk up to him and sit next to him on the sofa, he's got one piece of chocolate in his hand for you.

You take the whole piece at once, chewing on it with your cheeks looking puffy.

"Good?"

You nod and take a different piece of chocolate from the box, it's your turn to feed it to him.

He holds your wrist as he takes it into his mouth then sneakily licks your fingers while slyly smiling at you.

"Happy Valentine's day, my love!" He softly kisses the back of your hand.

"Happy Valentine's day," you say back and lean in to kiss him.

Felix doesn't want to waste this opportunity, he deepens the kiss and tastes chocolate in you. If only you know, between the two, you taste much sweeter.

"We met a year ago," you say in disbelief.

"Yeah and I was sad that I didn't get your number," Felix admits.

You gently hit his chest and he groans in pain, "Ouch!"

"I was standing there the whole time and you didn't say anything!" You tell him with your eyes almost out of their sockets.

He quickly takes your hand and pulls you close, "I know but I was so nervous, you're so beautiful, babe," he explains his reasons while pressing his face to the side of your head.

He turns your head to make you face him, "I was so captivated."

You scoff then pout at him, "you're lucky because I got called for a job that day when we met again."

"You're lucky that I decided to go home early that day," he says back at you.

You grab the collar of his shirt and say, "Or else..."

"Or else..." he repeats your words and leans in, his lips only an inch away from yours.

"We wouldn't be here now," you say.

"And?"

"We wouldn't have this conversation."

His eyes are focusing on your lips, "Uh-huh."

"And you wouldn't be able to kiss these lips," you say with a seductive smile.

He tips his head to the side, impressed that you can easily read his mind. He can hardly wait anymore, he kisses you with all of his heart, pouring all of his love for you.

His hands start to wander by themselves like they have minds of their own and start touching you, tracing every curve of your body, feeling you all over with the dress separating his palm from touching your silky smooth skin.

"Do you like my dress?" You ask against his lips.

"No," he replies.

"I hate it, loathe it, despise it."

You shot him a deadly glare in return for his spiteful words.

"I want to take it off of you," he whispers with his breath tickling your ear.

Or else... he wouldn't be here openly saying he wanted to undress you.

One year doesn't change the way he sees your body, he'll never get enough of it no matter how many times he has seen it.

It's a body that recognizes his touches and he knows where to touch you right, a body that's so sensitive to the faintest of his fingertips on you.

You whine as you slowly ease yourself on him and he brushes all of your hair to the side to plant kisses on your neck.

"Still too big for you, mmh?" He teases.

You scoff as you look at him, "oh please, don't get cocky!"

Both of you let out a collective gasp as you managed to all of him. He holds you still as he presses a haste kiss on your lips, hungry for more of your taste in his mouth.

It's not just sex with you, it's making a sweet, sweet love.

The way you move against him and enjoy pleasing him, that's just so sexy to him.

He cups your face and takes a closer look at your face, a face that he missed seeing even in his sleep.

"You're so beautiful, love," he murmurs with loving eyes.

He can tell that you like when he praises you like this from the way you clench around him.

"I'm so lucky to have you," he murmurs another praise at you.

That seems to arouse you more that you quicken the pace and it does him no good, you're driving him to the edge.

Your moans grow louder, your grip becomes tighter and your nails dug deeper into his skin.

"Want to cum," you whine with your eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

"Yes, baby?" Felix's brain is clouded with pleasure to properly function.

You sloppily kiss him on the mouth, "want to cum together with you," you breathlessly say against his lips.

"But baby, if you keep clenching around me I'll not last long," he tells you with a sly grin plastered on his face.

He grabs your waist and takes control of your body, forcing you to slow the pace down. Eventually, you follow the pace he sets and change your movement by rolling your hips in circular motions.

"You're getting too good at this," he complains but with zero annoyance in his voice.

You giggle and pull him for a kiss, "why? Do you mind?"

"Not at all!"

He takes a handful of your hair as he kisses you deep and hard with tongues and teeth clashing inside your mouth. The kisses steal all of the air in your lungs that you have to pull away first.

Felix keeps your head resting against his and syncing his breathing with you, two bodies move in unison.

This very moment is tender and intimate, he believes he will never experience this with anyone else but you.

The fact that he met you again that day tells him that this is indeed fate, he's destined to be with you.

"I love you," he softly mutters with an endearing caress on your cheek.

You smile as your gaze softens, "I love you too," you say back without a beat.

Or else... he wouldn't be this happy to hear you say it back to him.

Percy sits on your stomach and has been meowing right at your face for you don't know how long.

"Be quiet!" You slur with your eyes still closed.

He starts to nuzzle his head at you and nibble on your nose, you cover your face with your hand to stop him.

"Percy, be quiet!" You tell him again.

Through your squinted eyes, you see that it's only seven in the morning and you can get at least half an hour more of sleep.

"You're hungry, huh?" You ask as you sleepily pat his furry head.

He meows in response.

"Give me a minute, okay?" You tell him. You need a few minutes to gather your thoughts and rub the sleep off your eyes.

Felix eventually got bothered by Percy's continuous mewl, he turns on the bed and put his hand across your chest.

"Stay," he mumbles.

Percy puts his tiny paw on Felix's hand and pushes it off of you, he let out a loud meow at him.

Felix's eyes snap open and he glances at you, "is he telling me not to hold you?"

You laugh in confusion because you only discovered now that Percy can be so possessive over you.

"I think so, yeah," you answer.

Felix pats Percy on the head, "I thought we agree to share, buddy," he says to him.

Percy aggressively mewls at him with fangs out and everything.

"Percy!" You scold him and cuddle his face to stop him from making screeching noises.

"He's hungry," you say and turn your head at Felix.

"I'm afraid I can't stay," you give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Felix kisses your bare shoulder and nuzzles his head into your neck, "stay," he mutters close to your ear.

You put your hand in his hair, his soft locks slipping through your fingers and you're more than tempted to spend the morning cuddling with him.

"I want to but Percy—" your words got cut off as Felix places a kiss on your neck with his teeth faintly biting the skin.

"That's not fair," you whine but not doing anything to stop him.

"Mmh? What is it, baby?" Felix pretends not to hear you and continues making a trail of kisses down the column of your throat.

Percy's mewl interrupts both of you and Felix sighs in defeat, he knows he's not going to stop mewling until you feed him.

You give him a long, lingering kiss to console him, "I'm sorry, baby."

Felix smiles in return and rests his head back onto his pillow, "Do you mind if I get more sleep?"

"Not at all!"

He demands one more kiss from you before you leave and close the bedroom door.

After filling Percy's bowl, you don't feel like cooking breakfast this morning. You decide to make a quick run to the bakery across the street to get a few pastries and a latte for Felix.

On the way back, you pick up a few mails from your letterbox and clutch everything in your arms.

Percy greets you with his happy mewls and trails behind you as you place everything you carry onto the dining table.

You check your mail to see if there's a work-related one, instead, you found one. You flip the letter to see who the sender is and you gasp in surprise to see that it's from Felix.

You bring the letter with you as you jog to your bedroom with Percy still trailing behind you.

You jump onto the bed and sit next to his sleeping figure.

He gets startled that his eyes instantly open, "what is it, babe?"

You catch your breath before speaking, "did you send me a letter?"

He seems to get it right away which only means he knows what you're talking about, "the letter should have arrived yesterday," he grumbles and props his elbow against the mattress.

The duvet slides down his body and exposes his bare upper body, his sculpted abs look more defined under the morning sun.

"Can I read it?" You ask even though you don't need his permission.

He places his hand on your thigh and looks up at him, "go ahead."

You carefully open the envelope without trying to rip it and slowly take out the letter inside, you unfold it while looking at him in excitement.

One look and you know it's all handwritten, it's his handwriting. You lick your lips and clear your throat before reading the letter out loud.

"There's nothing in all the world I want but you and your precious love."

Even the opening line makes your heart flips a couple of times already.

"All the material things are nothing. I'd just hate to live a sordid, colorless existence because you'd soon love me less and less and I'd do anything – anything – to keep your heart for my own."

You hold the hand resting on your thigh and continue reading.

"I don't want to live— I want to love first, and live incidentally... Don't ever think of the things you can't give me. You've trusted me with the dearest heart of all–and it's so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had."

You put the letter close to your chest and close your eyes, taking a moment to let the words sink into you.

"I have bad penmanship, I know," he says to you with a playful smirk.

When you're ready to face him, you intertwined your hand with him and sigh, a sigh that tells him how grateful you are for him.

Emotions bubble up and burst out of you, you feel the urge to tell him the truest words you can say to him.

"I love you so much," you tell him, and your heart aches and your eyes start to water.

"I love you too, baby," he says and goes to hold you tightly.

All of your past mistakes and wrong decisions suddenly don't matter to you anymore because this path has led you to him.

This is fate, this is destiny and this is right because he is right.

"It's my first love letter," you croak as you are on the verge of crying.

"And I'll keep writing you a love letter to the last you'll ever receive," he says back and kisses you on the forehead.

And who cares about the one who gets the first rose when you get to be the last one from him?

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Once Upon a Time... part 10

Zach Wellison x plus size f!Reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Zach’s life gets turned upside down when his visit to the local library sends him all the way back to Camelot - and he meets another time traveler who has made the kingdom their home.

Rating: Explicit. There is no turning back from the smut now that we have found it. Word Count: 10.4k Warnings: *This is a Zach fic so there WILL be discussion of homelessness.* Zach in the bath comes with his own warning, pregnancy, body changes, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, pregnancy sex, size kink, mentions of family discord, mentions of past trauma Summary: When the heroes return to Camelot, Dandelion and Zach have important decisions to make about their future and the future of their family. Notes: We’re in the home stretch, everyone! The next part is the epilogue, wrapping up the story of these lovebirds as they head into the future. Thank you to everyone who is still reading and enjoying their story - the last chapter will be posted on Valentine’s Day morning 💘

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 ~ Part 8 ~ Part 9

Twenty days dragged by at an insufferably slow rate. It was a blessing to be housed just a few doors down from the queen for her kindness and company, and the idle parts of each day were always spent with Isolde and Helizabel and whomever of the other ladies felt like being social that day.

Twenty days of becoming that much more aware of the changes in your body, including the one late night you had sat up with Guinevere and truly felt the baby kick the first time. Twenty days of waiting, and worrying, and trying not to say a damn thing about how you’re sure you know when the men will be home again. You’ve barely been able to keep still today, until you finally decided to take a walk outside the castle walls just to clear your head.

“You are coming back to the castle far differently than you arrived the first time.” Gareth tosses Zach a grin and chuckles when the other knight nudges his horse forward a little faster, eager to reach the clearing where he can see home, see where you are.

“It is indeed.” Zach tells him. “Although you are coming home with a different goal yourself.” The trip to the castle where they needed to rescue Lady Lyonette’s sister had been brisk at first. The lady frosty towards Gareth. However, like any good wingman, Zach had managed to provide moments where Gareth’s noble heart and practiced skill were put on display.

“We will all rest easier tonight. And our bard will surely be singing a prettier tune with her husband returned to her bed.” Lancelot rides to Zachariah’s other side, allowing Gareth to ride beside the lady now holding his affections.

“More like I will singing a prettier tune.” Zach huffs, grinning at the older knight when his own expression turns amused. “I am still newly wed.”

“I will not expect to see you for at least a few days,” the older man jokes jovially. Of course, he will be glad to reunite with his own wife again, but the passion of newlyweds is not to be compared to.

“That would be wise.” He chuckles and looks back at Gareth and Lady Lynette. “Hopefully there will be another reason to celebrate beyond our return.”

“I do not doubt it.” Lancelot had watched Gareth fall in love before, but never in the way he has come to feel for the lady from Lyonesse. It warms his old heart to see that his young friend may have finally found a match to make him happy.

Zach hums and looks back towards the castle. While he had not been gone for too long, considering how far they had travelled and what they had done. “Only two more hours until we are home and a steaming hot bath to soak in.” He groans.

“Two hours too long.” Lancelot groans. He has been yearning for clean clothes and a hot bath for weeks, as the group has chosen not to break their journey in Lyonesse for too long, choosing to return home sooner.

Zach laughs, even if he agrees with the older knight. “I am sure you will spend hours in the bath.” He teases. “Soak those old bones.” His own body ached but he was happy that they were less than he had when he started training.

The quartet rode in silence another hour before Lancelot caught sight of a well-dressed figure on the horizon: a round figure in a soft yellow dress trimmed in darker hues that he couldn’t identify because of the distance. Altogether a pleasing sight to behold, as her smile is evident even from far away. “We are nearly home.” He comments to Zachariah beside him with a chuckle. “The ladies are becoming more beautiful.”

Zach stares at the woman, a smile stretches across his face. “That lady is always beautiful.” He tells his friend. “I swear on my sword and life that is my Dandelion.”

The stamping of hooves is what brings you out of your seeming trance - one hand soothing over your belly to calm your active little girl while you sing to her and pick flowers on your walk. There has never been a day that you haven’t sung her sweet songs and lullabies, and today is no different. The hooves, though, give you pause. On the westerly path to the castle, right in front of your very eyes, four horses and their riders seem to appear from nowhere. And you would know that heraldry anywhere. “ZACH!”

Instead of staying with the other knights, Zach urges his horse into a gallop, unable to be apart from you any longer. Especially when he hears your faint shout of his name.

The slight flash of panic you feel as he pulls his horse to a standstill in front of you can only last that - just a second. If he’s going to be upset that you’re pregnant, well, better to do it out here away from everybody else as Lancelot directs Gareth and the fourth rider (who you assume is Lynette, given the circumstances) to continue in toward the castle and leave you to reunite in relative privacy.

“Fuck.” You are gorgeous and he is practically leaping off his horse and rushing towards you. “God, I have missed you.” His hands reach out immediately and crushing you to him. He sees that there are changes to your body, but he’s concerned with touching you too much at this moment. “I love you.” He mumbles, seconds before he crashes his lips to yours.

“I love you.” Being wrapped up in his arms again is everything you’ve been missing for more than a month, letting him swallow all your fears and worries in a kiss so they dissolve away into nothing. He’s home. Everything is going to be okay. Even the tears in your eyes are pure relief. “I missed you so fucking much.”

There is a hardness to your belly that wasn’t there before. It registers in the back of his mind while his tongue slides against yours. He doesn’t let it quicken his kiss and when he pulls back, his eyes find yours, burning with love and questions.

“You’re okay.” More than anything, you’ve worried about him coming back injured, especially since finding out about the baby. The irony of him surviving the Marines and succumbing to an infected wound in the fifth century would not be lost on you. Searching his face, your hands trace the planes of his body for any trace of something going wrong. “I can’t believe you’re home…”

“I was always coming home to you baby.” He leans in and nudges his nose against yours and presses another kiss to your lips. “I love you.” His hand slides around your waist and he gives a small gasp when he feels the thicker roundness of your stomach.

“Um…yeah…” You fluster and step away, feeling embarrassed for nothing at all. The last place you want to be is out of his arms but if you don’t control yourself you’ll just jump him in the middle of this field. “I’m pregnant…” The way you say it isn’t nearly as joyful as you feel, but you have no idea how he’s going to react. “Merlin intentionally gave me the wrong herbs. Surprise?”

His brow furrows, confused by what you said about Merlin. “Pregnant?” He reaches for you again. “Pregnant.” He is practically choking back emotions when he takes a step forward and falls to his knees in front of you, arms winding around your body and presses his face against your tummy.

“Y-you’re not mad?” Until this moment you hadn’t realized that you truly had expected him to be furious. It was his one real concern and you had gone to what you thought were extreme lengths to prevent it. To no avail, of course, but your heart is pounding with the way he has knelt in front of you without hesitation. And the baby, as if she somehow knew, has landed her minuscule foot or fist or head (the flutters are still so small that you can’t tell) right where Zach’s hand is on your belly.

“Mad?” Zach looks up and shakes his head. “Baby, I cannot be mad at you when I am just as responsible for this little life as you are.” He nudges his face against the swell of your belly and sighs. “We need to talk to Merlin though.” He whispers, heart hurting at the idea of leaving so soon. “I want you in a modern medical hospital.”

“I talked to him while you were gone.” You swear you could cry from relief. The worry has been weighing on you so much more than you thought, but now you’re pulling your husband up in your arms to stand with you again and everything feels good again. “We have a lot to talk about, baby. I’m just glad you’re home safe.”

“Hey.” He doesn’t miss the look of sheer relief and he doesn’t like it at all. “Baby, were you— were you thinking I was going to be mad because you are pregnant?” He demands softly, cupping your cheeks and staring intently into your eyes.

“It was the one thing you were worried about.” You rationalize, though now you can’t fight the tears as just a few fall. “But going to Merlin just sped the whole thing up.”

“Shhh shhh.” He coos softly, leaning in and kissing your salty cheeks. “It’s okay baby. I didn’t— I was wrong. I shouldn’t have been so adamant.” He hates that he made you worried about how he would react. “I’m sorry baby. I will never be upset at you for something like this. I’m— fuck, I love the idea of us having a baby.”

That’s good, considering Merlin saw a future where you have four kids. “I want to hear all about your adventure,” you tell him honestly, reveling in the feel of him against you and his lips on your skin again. “But we need to talk about everything Merlin told me, too. I-it’s…a lot.”

“Then let’s get back to the workshop and you can tell me everything.” Zach urges. Motioning to the horse, he lifts a brow. “Do you want to ride?”

“I don’t know if I can get all of me up there.” You eye the size of his war horse skeptically. There’s a reason you walk everyday instead of going for a ride. “I’ve been staying in the castle for the last few weeks. Since I found out about the baby.” There’s so much to tell him and you are trying so hard not to have it all spill out at once. “Guinevere and Isolde and Gawain have been looking after me. But I honestly can’t wait to be back in our apartment again. Just us.”

Zach huffs at you and motions you over. “I’m not going to let my wife fall.” He assures you before he starts to pick you up to put you in the saddle.

“Did you get more jacked while you were gone?” He lifts you like you weigh nothing, when it’s fairly obvious that you’re bigger now than you were before he left, situating you in the saddle with no more difficulty than he would have had putting petite little Ava there.

He chuckles and swings up behind you, taking the reins and pressing a kiss to your neck. “I would tell you that you’re not any heavier than you were before but you won’t believe me.” His arm slips around you before he nudges the horse into a sedate trot. “Have you been getting sick, baby? I’m glad you’ve been staying at the castle.”

“Considering I had to get practically a whole new wardrobe made, I think I win the size debate.” Regardless though, you can’t help but lean back in his arms and try to absorb every single bit of his warmth and presence that you can. He was gone almost six weeks, and you’ve missed him like hell. “Morning sickness is a serious misnomer. I get mine right around lunch time and then again around midnight sometimes.”

He ignores the comment about your dress size, not wanting to bring up the fact that you are supposed to get bigger during a pregnancy. Instead, he hums and nuzzles into your neck. “I’m sorry baby. I wish you didn’t have one moment of sickness.”

“She’s worth it.” Your skin tingles wherever his lips touch and you turn in the saddle to kiss him. “Merlin says it’s a girl and I fully believe him.”

"A little girl?" There is a note of wonder in his voice and his hand tightens on your stomach but not enough to hurt you. "What makes you believe Merlin? You seemed to think he was a harmless old man."

“Well, the story starts with Isolde basically using her mom-minding-reading powers on me and ends with Guinevere having me moved into the castle, but…in between? Merlin came clean about a lot of stuff.” Having his arms back around you again seems to soothe all manner of aches and pains, letting you settle against him comfortably as the horse walks along.

"Oh yeah?" He is obsessed with the soft little patch of skin between your neck and shoulder and keeps kissing it over and over again. "What, did he tell you that he brought us both back here finally?"

“Yes.” You squeeze his hand a little over to her belly. “And why.”

"Why?" That was one thing that he hadn't figured out yet. He knew Merlin was the one to bring you back. It was the most logical choice, especially since the old buzzard had performed magic in front of him. "What's his reasoning?"

“You, my love.” Twisting again, you manage to place another kiss on his lips. The information you’re about to give him is a lot to swallow, but if there was ever a time to tell him, it’s when he’s returning from a heroic adventure. “Are apparently the last living descendent of Arthur Pendragon.”

His brows shoot up and he chokes out a surprised sound while he stares at you. "Holy— seriously?" He asks softly, believing you but also unable to believe that he is related to King Arthur of legendary stories. A man most believed to be myth.

“Is it so hard to believe, now that you know this place is real?” To you, at least, it makes perfect sense. And seeing what Zach had been like when he was in the service? He’s a Pendragon through and through. “Think about who your friends are here. Your attitude towards duty. I swear if you dyed your hair blonde you would look exactly like the other Pendragon boys.”

Zach scoffs, but his back straightens a little more. "Except for the nose." He reaches out and taps yours playfully. "I want our little girl to look like you." He murmurs. "How did he convince you to believe all of this?"

“He has this bowl in his apothecary.” You won’t argue the finer points of genetics with him right now, since you’ll never agree - both of you thinking the other is the most stunning creature in the world. “The water in it looks like liquid pearl and…and he showed me how we were supposed to meet. I guess…” Swallowing hard, you look away from him, hating that you have to bring up a bad memory. “I guess one of your friends died that wasn’t supposed to, and it changed the timeline. We were supposed to meet in a club in LA. Almost four years ago.”

“Brandon.” His name falls from his lips easily. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t think about his friend, his brother. “Wait— you were supposed to be there?” He asks in amazement. “Fuck, I— we bought the tickets before we left to go on our convoy and he was going to give me the line up when we got back.” He tells you softly, wincing because Brandon came back to base dead and Zach was a mere shell of his former self.

“I was part of the line up that night.” You tell him quietly, lacing your fingers through his while you both hold the reins together. “In the vision that I saw, Brandon was there with you and you were exactly like you are now.” Shrugging slightly, you hide a little smile at the glimpse you had gotten off younger Zach. “Maybe a little cockier. But…you came up to the bar after I sang and bought me a drink and…and that was supposed to be how we got together.”

Zach thinks back to the man that he was before his world had literally been blown up by that roadside IED and ambush. "I was pretty cocky." He admits. "Kind of like how I am when I am training." He chuckles and kisses your neck more for himself than anything. "I can see myself coming up to you and asking you if I could buy you a drink and eventually take you home."

“Yeah, you, um…you cut to the chase pretty fast.” From what you saw, there’s no way you wouldn’t have gone home with him that night, and just held on tight for the rest of whatever was meant to happen. “I mean, I’m not mad about it. I definitely would have gone home with you. Or taken you home with me. Or literally any version thereof.”

"I told you that I like what I see." He coos, a bit smug that even then you would have chosen him. "Felt like my heart was beating out of my chest when I saw you. I'm sure that version of me thought the same."

“I’ll take any version of you, in any timeline, in any place.” You promise him honestly, reaching back to thread your fingers through his hair to keep him close. “But I have to admit, I like your shaggy hair better than the buzz cut.”

He leads the horse into the outer bailey where the cottages and workshops are, passing through the walls and bypassing his shop to head towards the castle. If you were staying there, that is where he wanted to bathe, wanting you comfortable in your surroundings. Plus, the fire was out in the workshop and he was guaranteed a hot bath. "Sounds like you had a vision."

“Ava!” The girl who has been such an angel in helping take care of you recently is on her way through the courtyard when you spot her, and the second she sees Zach her face lights up. Quickly asking her to have a bath drawn in your guest chamber and fetch a clean set of clothes for Zach, she is off like a shot while he swings himself down from the enormous horse.

Zach looks up at you and gives you a small smile as his hands wrap around your waist to pull you down gently. "There's my girl." He whispers with a wink. "We will not be leaving that chamber until dinner." He promises.

“I still have more to tell you.” Not that you’re not dying to get him squeaky clean and drag him into bed, but what Merlin had told you about your future, and your daughter’s future in particular, definitely needed to be told.

"Can you tell me while I am taking the first bath in six weeks that isn't from a creek?" He huffs playfully.

“Are you going to tease me when I ogle you?” Of course he is, you already know he will and that’s half the fun. Something made perfectly evident by the fact that you’re grinning at him like a madwoman.

"Absolutely." He promises. "Especially since I want you naked in front of me." He waggles his eyebrows playfully. "Want to see that bump and anticipate getting to touch you again."

“I can agree to that.” Honestly it’s not even a compromise, since you fully intend to let him have you any way he can think of as soon as you’re done talking through everything. Over the last few weeks you’ve even caught yourself wondering if Zach might be one of those guys who can’t get enough of their spouse being pregnant and that is how you end up with four kids. “Come on, handsome. Up to the east wing.”

"Yes ma'am." He takes your hand and guides you throw the castle up and towards the east wing. "A new room?" He asks softly.

“The Queen’s wing.” You fluster slightly, but keep your hand tight in his. “She’s been…amazing. I don’t know if I could have done the last few weeks without her.” Any historian whoever tried to claim Guinevere to be fragile or ineffectual or weak could fight you for the rest of time. She has been up with you in the middle of the night, holding your hair and soothing you through pains, holding your hand while you’re missing Zach and reading from her prayer book to push back at the anxiety. She has been everything a mother should be, and you’re so grateful that it has definitely moved you to tears more than once.

"I am glad she has been helping you." Zach tells you honestly. If he had known you were pregnant, he never would have gone on that quest. "Baby—" He turns, stopping you at the base of the stairs to tell. you just that. "If I had known....I would have never gone. I would have been right here by your side."

“Honey, I’m not upset.” Of course, there were times when you had wished that he was home, but you never once begrudged his decision to go. He was doing his duty - for king and for his family. He just didn’t know about the second part yet. “I’m proud of you. So proud of you. Stepping up to help people in need is exactly the kind of thing I love about you.”

He hums happily and leans in to kiss your lips. "You will be proud of me and Sir Kay can...suck it." He giggles childishly.

“Kay was an insufferable infant for a solid week after you left.” With Zach at the base of the stairs and you a little higher, you can perfectly lean into him and wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him again. “I missed you so much, love.”

"I missed you every second of every day." He murmurs against your lips. "Now I want to strip off these filthy clothes and soak in a bath before I take my wife to celebrate the idea that we are going to be parents."

It only takes a few minutes to get through the winding halls that leads to the East wing of the castle and the room you have been living in for the last three weeks. It is essentially the same as the one you lived in originally as far as amenities go, but the bed is spectacularly comfortable. “This is it.” Seeing that the bath is drawn, and Ava has somehow already brought a set of Zach’s clothes from the workshop, you have no problem barring the door once it’s shut behind him. “Alone at last.”

Zach is just as eager as you are, immediately starting to remove his sword and his armor. "I have been dreaming of this moment since we left." He admits, setting the armor aside to have his squire clean it later on. For now though, all he wanted was to get clean and take you to bed.

“The bath or the naked wife?” You tease, reaching to untie the lacing at the sides of your gown that would allow the garment to get bigger along with you. As maternity designs go, you had to admit that it was a pretty good one.

"The bath and the naked wife definitely." He tells you as he gets his boots off and starts to strip off his leather breeches. "The pregnant part is a surprise but - do your tits look bigger?" He asks, pausing from pulling his tunic off to tilt his head and assess your breasts. "Or am I imagining things?"

“They were the first clue.” You roll your eyes playfully, but you had already known how much he would love big tits to play with. “But they’ve also been pretty sore, so go easy on me.”

That makes him pout but he nods. "I won't touch them baby." He tells you reluctantly. He knows you can't help your breasts being sore, and he would be an asshole if he just ignored the way the baby is affecting your body.

“You can touch, just no biting for now. Honestly, depending on the day, a little bit of fondling can relieve the pressure.” Leaving your dress and belts draped across the back of your armchair, you take a slight breath before lifting your chemise over your head to toss it aside as well. It’s not like it’s anything truly new to Zach, but the first real changes are becoming evident.

“Fuck.” He’s already starting to get hard, well— reharden. He was hard against your ass the entire way to the castle and now his chub is starting to thicken again. Twitching when he takes in your slightly larger breasts and the just noticeable darkening of your nipples. He’s going to correct you though, on one thing. “Your thighs are slimmer.” He huffs at the idea, thinking that you are just perfect the way you were. “And your little pooch is gone.”

“And good riddance.” Motioning toward the large tub, you pull up the foot stool from your chair like you always do when Zach is in the bath. “I guess carrying around a second tiny person finally got my legs in shape.”

“What are you talking about?” He practically rolls his eyes as he steps into the hot water, groaning slightly in anticipation. Being a man, he cups his balls as he sits down, not wanting to dip them into the hot liquid straight away. “They fit perfectly around my head and around my waist.”

“They haven’t gotten any shorter.” You sit down beside him, letting your hand trail through the water while he groans contentedly.

“That cushion baby.” His hand moves over and squeezes one of your thighs. “One day I’ll make you believe how sexy you are.”

“There will be plenty of cushion.” Trailing fingers find his thigh under the hot water and you give him a gentle squeeze in return. “Apparently…in the future that Merlin saw for us…we have a big family. Four kids…and the whole reason he pulled us out of our timeline is because our oldest has to be born at a specific time.” The whole idea of fate or project is probably the part that you have the hardest time digesting. But then - Zach is your fate - so who are you to object to it?

That makes Zach frown. “Why?” He tries to imagine what reasons when a baby was born was important. And he gives you a knowing look, seeing the furrow of your own brow. “Talk to me baby.”

“She’s—” You sigh slightly, feeling silly about wanting to believe everything the old wizard has told you. “She’s supposed to be President. When she’s 38. So her birthdate is of literal historical importance. When I went to him to get the herbs before our wedding, what he actually sent me home with was a mixture to ensure conception, not to prevent it. Because…because she has a destiny to fulfill. And if we had met in that club in LA, this is when we would have had her anyway.”

His fingers freeze on your skin, mouth dropping open in surprise and his eyes fly to your belly. “President?” He chokes out. “Of the United States?”

“That’s what he said.” You nod slightly. “Well, he couldn’t remember the word at first. But…yeah. And unless someone else miraculous comes along in the meantime, that would make her the youngest president in history.”

“Jesus.” He whispers to himself. “How do you feel about all of this?” His brow lifts and he watches you closely. “About fate or whatever.”

It feels silly to shrug about it. About the destiny the universe has assigned for you. But honestly? It all sounds pretty perfect to you. “If everything he told me is true, you mean? Then we’re going home to a house in Maine, your business is going to be incredibly successful, and I’ll get to be a songwriter while we raise four tiny Wellisons. We’ll take them to Wales on vacation and our little girl will be the leader of the free world. And…” Ducking your head a little, you press a kiss to his shoulder and sigh quietly. “Baby, if my fate is to have a happy life with you and our kids? That’s more than I ever dreamt I would have. So…I kind of love it. I mean I really love it.”

Zach doesn’t care that the tub is not built for two. His feet shoot out to hang over the edge and he drags you down onto his lap, ignoring your squeals when you are plopped into the warm water. “I love you too.” He promises. “Before we go, I want one more day at the hot springs with you.”

“Does that mean you’re okay with all of it too?” Shifting against him just means you can feel his cock harden against your ass that much faster and you bite back a groan.

“Baby, as long as I’m with you, and we are happy, I’m up for anything.” He groans when you wiggle slightly and his hand covers your stomach. “But daddy to a young, female President? Fuck yeah.”

“I want to name her after Guinevere.” You blurt out, not having meant for that little idea to be a part of this conversation, but it’s something that is so deep in your mind now that you’re already starting to think of her as Gwen in your mind. “I-I mean…she’s been so kind to us. And given us so much. And taken such good care of me.”

“Done.” Zach agrees immediately. “I like that.”

“I’ve had a lot of time to just sit on it.” Days upon days of stewing in how much you’ll hate to leave. How you know there will be days when you wish you could be back here again, taking walks in the bright Welsh sun. “I think…I think we should just disappear. Just go on a walk and never come back. It’ll be a mystery and then eventually it’ll just be forgotten. It will be easier that way, I think. Instead of making them think we didn’t want to stay.”

Zach sighs, smoothing your hair back and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “It’s going to be hard to leave, but you are right.” He sighs again. “We could be happy here.” He acknowledges. “I was going to tell you that when I came back. If you wanted to stay, I was willing.” He huffs out a laugh. “But now we need to go home.”

“Dammit,” you groan playfully, letting your head drop back against his shoulder. “I did want to stay.” But you have long since made your peace with leaving. The last few weeks have given you a world of clarity. “But Gwen needs to be born in America. And America doesn’t exist yet.”

“Yes she does.” He’s a little smug about this. His baby in your belly? One that he knows will turn out to be amazing? “Obviously if we could, we would stay.” He murmurs. “When do you want to leave?”

“Depends.” Your hand finds his on your stomach, threading your fingers together automatically. “Do you think Arthur will be giving permission for a wedding anytime soon?”

“Tonight.” Zach tells you with surety. “Lady Lynette may also be in your condition.”

You can’t help but snicker, turning to raise your eyebrow at him. “Seriously? You think he knocked her up already?”

“I stopped counting the number of times I saw him sneak out of her bedroll.” He confirms with his own grin. “She warmed up to him very nicely and in returned, Lancelot and I pretended not to hear the moans.”

“Look at you, playing wingman for your cousin.” It warms you through to see him happy and comfortable like this, and you press more chaste kisses to his lips. “Let’s stay for the wedding. We can leave the feast to take a walk and that will be that.”

Zach nods and rests his forehead against yours. “I told you that Merlin did magic.” He teases.

“Fiiiiine.” You roll your eyes dramatically. “You were riiiight. I bet you anything that librarian that was looking out for you is his descendant. Keeping an eye on the Pendragon line through time.”

“She did feed me a lot.” Zach admits, hands starting to wander over your body. He slides them up to gently cup your breasts. “Want me to turn this into a two-minute bath baby?”

“I want you to have as long of a bath as you want.” It’s a diplomatic answer, but there is nothing diplomatic about the way you shift against him very pointedly. “But I will actually start without you this time. Pregnant and horny is not a myth.”

"Tease." He complains, even as his hand is reaching for the soap to scrub his hands. The last thing he wants is to give you some sort of 5th century infection while you are carrying his daughter. Grunting when you continue to grind against his cock until he slaps your thigh. "Stop." He orders you roughly, hand sliding between your thighs. "It's harder to make you cum if you distract me."

The moment his hand slips between your legs, you sigh in utter relief. The rough pads of his fingers against your swollen, aching clit is heaven - morphing that sigh into a moan almost instantly. “Fuck, I missed you,” you whimper, no longer caring that this tub definitely was not built for two.

“Yeah?” He chuckles against your skin, tongue darting out to taste the sweat and salt from your skin. “Gawain wasn’t man enough to satisfy you?” He jokes, knowing that you would never have betrayed him like that.

“Never even crossed my mind to f-find out.” Your hand grips his arm and hips angle up to his hand, chasing as much friction as you can get. “Love you so much, baby.”

“Love you too.” You are so much more sensitive to his touch, already whimpering and grinding against his fingers. “Good girl.” He coos, nipping your ear lobe and groaning when you let out another moan.

The long strokes of his thick fingers are sloppy and enthusiastic, chasing every buck of your hips, and his teeth scrape along your pulse in exactly way that makes you gasp his name with breathless reverence. Whether it is just that you’ve missed him or a truly increased sensitivity from being pregnant, it feels like no time at all before you’re falling apart for him.

He groans in your ear, his cock throbbing against your ass as he works you through your high. Capturing every sound in his ears and feeling your body shake over his. Keeping his fingers working your sensitive flesh until you are whining out his name.

Turning your head, you capture his lips in a kiss that is equally parts needy and desperate. You’ve missed him too much for too long and now your body is fully awake to him again. “Wash fast.” You beg him shamelessly. “I need you.”

Zach chuckles and helps you out of the tub before he starts to wash himself. Watching you as you dry off and go lay down on the bed to spread out.

“This bed is amazing.” You groan, laying down amongst the soft blankets and masses of pillows. “You’re going to sleep like a baby tonight. I guarantee it.” The phrase does make you giggle, though. “Not that she lets me sleep through the night anymore.”

“Being sick?” He scrubs his hair and body clean, groaning at the feeling of being rid of sweat and dirt from travel.

"Sometimes. More often it's just heartburn. I can't wait to have over the counter medicines again." It's not exactly sexy conversation by any stretch of the imagination, but all you've wanted for weeks is to be able to share this pregnancy with your husband. "Is it cheesy to admit that I sleep better when you're next to me?"

“No.” Zach washes himself off and stands, water sluicing down his body. “I sleep better next to you too.” He admits easily. “Probably wouldn’t have even noticed I was on the ground.”

"No more sleeping on the ground, baby." God he really did get more jacked while he was gone... "We're off to Maine when we get back, apparently."

Zach smirks. “Flannel shirts and chopping wood?” He chuckles as he steps out of the tub and reaches for the cloth to dry off. “Fireplace sex and cuddling up with blankets while the snow flies?”

"I have to admit, lumberjack husband does sound sexy to me." Sitting up in the bed again with blankets bundled up in your lap, you offer him a soft smile. "Merlin only said I inherited the house. We can sell it and move anywhere you want."

“I wouldn’t mind Maine.” He likes the idea honestly. “I just didn’t like living outside back East baby.” He reminds you with a rueful grin. He bites his lip as he walks over to the bed. “You better move those blankets. No hiding that gorgeous body.”

“Camping is fully optional from now on.” Shifting over on the mattress, there’s plenty of room for Zach to slip in beside you as you push the covers aside.

Stretching out beside you, Zach leans in and kisses your lips before he bends down and kisses the swell of your stomach. “Hey Gwen.” He coos softly. “I’m your daddy.”

There’s no way you can be fast enough to sniffle back the little water behind your eyes, but the joyful way your heart skips a beat hearing Zach talk to his little girl beats any feeling in the world. “Oh…” Taking his hand, you rest it gently on the side of your belly for him to feel her move. “She’s saying hi back.”

His face lights up, eyes wide and there is no way he can contain his grin. He's so fucking happy right now. "She's moving?" He whispers in awe, looking up at you before looking back down at your belly. "Hey baby girl." He whispers, choking back his own tears. "You aren't very big yet, are you? Feels like a little flutter."

“I wish I knew how big she is.” You had wracked your brain over and over to try to think of any of those fruit comparisons you always heard about from friends of friends, but hadn’t been able to think of the right one. “I don’t even really know how far along I am, for that matter. Merlin didn’t tell me her birthday, only that he had to make sure she was conceived on time.”

"We will figure that out." Zach gives a small laugh. "You probably conceived her on our wedding night." He is already accepting of this entire situation and he gives your belly one last kiss before he moves between your thighs. "Now you take a nap, Gwen. Daddy is going to make mommy feel good." He murmurs to his daughter in your stomach before he lowers his head and runs his tongue through your folds.

“Zach—” Your back arches off the bed at the first touch, hands shooting out to grasp the sheets as you moan his name softly. The moment is so sweet that you would hate to ruin it with anything too loud - though Zach always takes you there eventually.

Humming into you, he notices a change. A difference in your taste. It’s not bitter and his dick twitches against the bed at the knowledge that your taste has changed because you are carrying his child. His hands reach out, grasping yours and threading his fingers through yours while he feasts on you.

Zach has always been thorough - it’s one of the ways he spoils you rotten - but this afternoon it’s like he’s trying to get to the center of the proverbial tootsie pop with a whole new level of determination. Every stroke of his tongue through your folds is heaven, making you squirm and writhe under him while your volume steadily grows.

There is something about being able to bring you pleasure that he just loves. It reminds him that he’s useful, that he has a purpose beyond his past. He sucks on your clit, large and puffy, sensitive and he works you over the edge.

Your second orgasm hits harder than the first, bringing your thighs down tightly around Zach’s ears while your whole body rides the wave of pleasure until you feel wrung out, sagging against the bed and breathing so deeply you can feel it in your toes.

He loves the way you cum for him. The slick juices that just pour from your body and your thigh squeeze him so tight it makes his head ring for a split second. Slowing his tongue down before he finally places one last kiss on your clit when you are boneless in the sheets. Lifting up, he smirks at you. "You good, baby?"

“I’m perfect,” you hum, lifting your head with effort to grin at him. “And you’re cocky. Don’t know how I didn’t see the Pendragon smirk before.”

"Didn't have a whole hell of a lot to smirk about before." He chuckles and wraps his hand around his cock and starts slowly stroking himself. "Do you want more baby or should I just let you watch?" He hums, willing to do whatever you want. If you aren't up for it, he will jerk off right here while you watch and not feel bad about it in the least.

“It’s been six weeks,” you remind him, immediately reaching to bring him closer. “I want to feel my husband inside me.”

Zach braces his weight over you. “Do not let me hurt you baby.” He cautions you, shuffling up to his knees so he can keep off your belly.

“You’re not going to hurt me.” That’s not something you’re worried about, knowing there haven’t been nearly enough changes in your physique yet for that to be an issue.

“I just want to make sure.” He leans down and presses his lips to your as he slides inside you. Groaning at how wet and hot you are while his hips roll forward.

You’re prepared to swear that there is nothing in the world that compares to this feeling. Being in his arms is the purest feeling of home you can possibly conjure, and you’ve missed him more than you can say. Even that tiny pinch as he stretches you out is gorgeous in its familiarity.

He's panting as hovers over you, eyes slipping closed as he savors the feeling of being back in your embrace. "My wife, my gorgeous, pregnant wife." He groans, opening them up again and finding your eyes on him.

“Something tells me you’re coming around to the idea.” You smile up at him softly, winding your arms and legs around his body to encourage him to move deeper.

"Not like I have a choice." He huffs, giving you a smile as he starts to move. "I wouldn't change it for anything."

“I love you, too.” Nudging your nose against his, you sigh into a kiss and giggle slightly when he grins animatedly at how good you feel when you squeeze his cock with your molten hot cunt. You’ve dreamt about the sounds he makes but they’re so much better in real life.

"How's it feel, baby?" He checks in with you, not sure if anything has changed as far as how you feel of need to position because of the little nugget. "Feel good, need more?"

“Always need more.” That’s not something you’ve ever made a secret of, especially not with him. “Fuck - did you get a bigger cock, too?” Heightened sensitivity means every inch of him hits that much more deeply and feels that much more amazing with every thrust.

He chuckles, making sure to grind especially deep the next thrust, panting out when you clench down around him. "Yeah, we'll go with that." He huffs out. "Fuck baby."

“S’what it feels like.” Not that you have ever had any complaints about any part of him, but holy shit he feels like he’s in your throat when he bottoms out inside you each time.

"I could get used to you saying that." He teases, rocking his hips a bit faster and feeling like he is about to bust every time you grip his cock like a vice. "You first baby, you first."

“Not that you needed the help.” You groan in unison, both of you barely grazing each other’s lips in a missed kiss as your back arches, pressing your body more insistently against his.

His groan is deep in his chest, biting his lip and trying to keep his hips rolling, keeping his body moving. His length barely moves more than two inches inside you but it feels like so much more.

“Fuck Zach—” You can feel yourself on the edge again, the warmth flooding your whole body and the tingling rolling down your spine. “So close, baby, god you feel so fucking good.”

He nods, clenching his jaw and shifts his weight, dropping his head down so he can wrap his lips around a nipple and suck softly. That little bit of extra pressure throws your whole body over the edge of pleasure. Crying out and rambling praises, your fingernails bite into the tight muscles in his back when you cum for him a third time - all thoughts blissfully gone from your mind except how amazing this man makes you feel.

Feeling the molten heat of your release, he can let go. It’s only one more thrust before he practically whimpers your name and pushes deep, painting your walls with his seed.

“I love you.” Gently kissing his lips been panting for air, you can’t help but grin and giggle a little at the rush of endorphins.

“Fuck.” He’s a little giggly himself as he kisses you again and gently pulls away. “I love you.” He hums, brushing your hair back. “But go pee so I can empty it in case you start getting sick.”

“So practical.” You tease but drag yourself out of bed with a dramatic grumble because he definitely has a point.

He chuckles and walks over to the tub so he can get the rag and soap to clean up while you go behind the screen. “Forgive me for not wanting you to have to throw up in a dirty chamber pot.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.” A rueful chuckle comes from your side of the privacy screen that had gratefully been brought over from the workshop apartment.

“I’m sorry baby.” He winces at the mental images as he cleans himself up and then he gets it ready for you. “You don’t have to worry about that now.”

“It was a rough night.” You re-emerge from behind the screen with a meek shrug. “At least it wasn’t one of the nights Guinevere was up with me. That would have been mortifying.”

He snorts. “Yeah. I’m sure she would have completely judged you for something you can’t help.”

“Still.” Shrugging again, you sit on the edge of the bed and let one hand run over the slight swell of your already-round belly. It’s a different sort of round now - hard rather than soft - and you don’t mind it as much. “That’s not exactly the memory of me that I want to leave her with.”

“I know.” He does know that, and he knows that leaving here will be hard. “She will look back on memories of us fondly.”

“I hope so.” You rope one arm around him and tuck into his side as he lays back down beside you in the bed. Even the things that are sad are less so with Zach beside you. Merlin had said that you bring out the best in each other, and he was certainly right about your end of things.

By your side, he feels content. Like that piece he was missing is finally back in place. “Anything else I need to know about our future?” He asks, folding his arm around you and strokes your side.

“I think that’s it.” Nuzzling against his chest, you inhale deeply and let a happy little smile play on your lips. He’s home. He’s back in your arms. That’s all that matters for now. “Do you want me to tell you about the place in Maine?” It’s still something you’re processing, the idea that you’re inheriting a home, but it can only mean one thing. In the time since Merlin pulled you out of your own time, your godmother has died.

“Sure baby.” His hands tug you closer. He knows what inheriting means. Even if you weren’t close to your godparents, it didn’t mean you wouldn’t mourn their passing. “Tell me all about it.”

“So…it’s a little bigger than a cabin.” Merlin had called it a cabin - and it had been, once upon a time. But cabin to the Verdon family just meant room to improve and they had done just that. “Let’s just say us and four kids will still have a spare room. And the house already has its own library.”

Zach stiffens and he barks out a laugh. “You are not telling me that we will be living in a six bedroom house.” He demands.

“Six bedrooms, a library, formal dining room, in ground pool, pool house, and a groundskeeper’s shed that I’m pretty sure we could turn into a usable workshop for you.” You shrug a little, shuffling under the blankets awkwardly. “Kennebunkport, Maine isn’t exactly known for its petite cottages.”

“Holy shit.” Zach whistles and lifts his head so he could look at you. “What the fuck were you doing with roommates barely scrapping by?”

“The house was my godmother’s parents’ vacation house. It’s not like they were my real family.” And you had been reminded of that on the few occasions that you had ever visited the house in Kennebunkport. “If she left it to me, they’re looking up from hell and shaking their fists about it every second. That house was supposed to go to family. And I am not family.”

Zach huffs, nodding and pressing another kiss to your head. “Good.” He tells you passionately. “Let them be mad, we’ll make it a home for our family.” He chuckles at the thought. “Give it a ridiculous name that they would have hated.”

“There will be laughter and love,” you roll your eyes slightly. “They would hate that plenty.”

"I'm sorry sweetheart." He is, he hates that you experienced one moment of feeling like you were alone. Ironic when he considers his own issues at the time, but he feels like you should have always known how special you are. Everyone here in Camelot can see it, why couldn't your godparents? "Our children will have a good home. A place where they feel safe no matter what life throws at them." He vows, knowing he will bust his ass to make that a reality.

“We’ll love them and take care of them and they’re not going to lose us.” Being two people who had lost their parents relatively young, the fear in the back of your mind that you might not see your own children grow is definitely there.

"They won't." He gives you the promise, even though you hadn't said anything about Merlin guaranteeing that either one of you would live a long life. It doesn't matter though; he will still give you the assurances you need. "We will be old and grey baby."

“What do you want to do about getting married again?” Trailing your fingers through the curls on the back of his neck and sighing softly against his chest, your mind starts ticking through all the questions you’ve been asking yourself for the last three weeks while he was away.

"However you want to do it." He hums. "We can just do a courthouse, justice of the peace thing? Since you've been MIA for over a year and I'm - well, no one exactly knows where I am."

“I didn’t mean a party,” you clarify, ducking embarrassed eyes away from him. “I wouldn’t exactly have anyone to invite anyway. I guess I meant, do you want to go to a courthouse in LA or wait until we get to Maine?” A third option had crossed your mind about a week ago, but you didn’t know how he would feel if you suggested a Vegas wedding. Some people really didn’t care for the connotations of that.

“Baby, I’m okay with whatever you want.” He promises. “As long as I am marrying you, I don’t care.”

“Nothing can beat what we did here anyway.” And you would never even try, honestly. Your actual wedding was perfect. Anything else would just be for paperwork. “I say we rent a U-Haul and just pack up whatever of my shit that my roommates didn’t throw out and just head straight to Maine. We can take care of everything there. Or—” You mentally throw up your hands and say screw it. You’re not overly attached to the idea; it just sounds silly. “We drive through Vegas on our way East and treat the cross-country drive like a weird little second honeymoon.”

A grin blooms on his face and his eyes light up mischievously. "I kinda always liked that idea." He admits with a boyish eagerness that takes him straight back to his military days. "When we would get 96s. 96 hours of leave—" he explains for your non-military speaking self, "our safety briefs would always end in 'And for fuck's sake, do NOT drive your dumbass to Vegas and get hitched. And if you do, please don't marry the stripper you just blew your check on.' Always made me want to get married in Vegas. Every time."

“Seriously?” You snort, peaking up at him with pure amusement written across your face. “Everybody thinks it’s trashy but I always thought it could be so much fun. Or maybe that’s just the part of me that wanted to rebel against my godparents and a Vegas elopement sounded like a silly and harmless way to do it.”

"Then that's what we will do. We will find the sappiest, silliest little chapel in Vegas and get married again in our own time. Pictures this time though." He grins. "You want Elvis marrying us? Since we can't have a Camelot wedding?"

“That might be overboard, even for me.” It does make you giggle though, considering you danced to an Elvis song at your real wedding. “Do you want me to wear white this time? For more than just a nightgown, I mean.”

“I want you to wear whatever makes you feel beautiful.” He declares, leaning over and kissing you softly. “I’ll marry you in a paper sack.”

“That would be very big paper sack.” For once, you’re not even giving yourself grief. You pat your belly softly and smile, not minding it so much when it’s Gwen in there making you so round.

He grins and his own hand slides down to cup your tummy. “I can’t wait to see you waddling at nine months.” He chuckles when you pout. “Every woman waddles at that stage.”

“I hope you really like it.” You tell him with a playful pinch to his side. “Because four babies is a lot of waddling.”

“Four babies.” He shakes his head, in awe of the idea that he would have one child, let alone four. “We will be busy.” He grins and sends you a wink.

“It sounds nice.” The number had been a shock at first but the more you thought about it, the more you liked it. “Being an only child was boring. And lonely.”

“As much as I loved spending time with my parents, I agree.” He strokes your stomach. “But our kids won’t have to worry about that.”

“No, they won’t.” You muzzle into him a little tighter, feeling warm and hazy like you’re floating on a dream of having him home again. “I feel like they should all have historically significant names or something. Since we know about Gwen.”

Zach chuckles. "Well, if we make it too obvious, people will think we are nuts." He reminds you. "Gareth would be good though." It's slightly amusing to him to consider naming one of his sons after his wife's former lover.

“You want to name your son after my ex-boyfriend?” You raise your eyebrow at him and smirk. “Although, anything is better than Gawain.”

“Imagine if we named one of them Lancelot?” He chuckles.

“Middle name at most.” You snicker, trying to conjure the type of person Lancelot Wellison would grow up to be.

Zach huffs and shakes his head. “We will have to come up with updated names. But Ava and Isolde should be on the table for another girl.”

“Guinevere Ava Wellison sounds like a hell of a name.” It sits on your palette and makes you hum, smiling at the elegance of it. “Gwen for short, of course.”

“Of course.” Zach shakes his head. “He said President?”

“Yeah.” You huff in mutual disbelief. “At 38, no less.”

“Damn.” Zach shakes his head. “We have to give her a solid moral foundation early.” He states adamantly. “If our daughter is going to be president, she’s not going to be one of those politicians.” He chuckles. “Although she won’t have much time. Not even 40 and already held the highest position in the country.”

“Believe me, I’m already thinking about what we’re going to have to do if we find out Kennebunkport public schools are subpar.” The absolute 180 you’ve made in your priorities since talking with the old wizard is mind boggling in the best way. It’s made you rethink so many things about the way you have been approaching your life. “And…I’m going to find a therapist when we get to Maine. Start digging in to all this self-esteem bullshit. I’m not having my little girl grow up with a mom who self-sabotages.”

“And I’m going to go to the VA and use whatever resources I can.” Zach promises.

“We’ll do everything we can for them.” You know you will. That’s exactly the kind of people you are, and you wouldn’t want to be anything less. “All of them.”

"No favorites." Zach declares. "And we don't say anything to our daughter about her being President. We are not weighting her down with responsibility before she decides to take it on herself."

“Oh god no.” Even thinking about it makes you cringe. You wouldn’t ever put that on a child. Especially not your own. “Merlin did say we bring them to Wales for vacations. And I love that for us.”

“We are coming back to our hot spring.” He promises you. “I’ve learned the terrain pretty well on our journey. I can bring us back to Arthur’s Camelot.”

“Provided the land hasn’t changed too much in fifteen hundred years.” It would be amazing to come back. Knowing you, you’ll probably cry to see those woods and cliffs again, but right now you throw him a smirk. “We’ll have to figure out how to ditch the kids for an afternoon so we can indulge.”

He pretends to click his tongue at you in disappointment. “Not even born and you’re already trying to ditch them.” He teases.

“You want to bring our babies to our secret sex spot?” You raise an eyebrow at him and grin. “Maybe we make one of them there. Who knows?”

“That would be nice.” Zach waggles his eyebrows at you playfully.

“You’re nice.” Tucking yourself tightly into his chest, you rope one arm around him and sigh contentedly. “You’re sweet and handsome and kind and smart and perfect. And I love you.”

“I love you too baby.” He sighs happily. “You already have me, no need to flatter.” He teases, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. “I wish we had met at that bar.”

“Apparently…” You tuck your face into his chest, not wanting to cause him any extra guilt, but you feel he has a right to know. “Merlin said if we had met in that bar, I would be famous…so, I think I’m a little grateful that we didn’t. It took all of this for me to realize that that’s not what I really want. I want to write songs in our house for singers who can really bring them to life and just sing for fun on my own. I hate what happened to you at home, but…I think I’m happier this way.”

He strokes your hair and hums his understanding. “I get it.” He whispers softly. “That kind of thing is tough.”

“It’s dumb to complain about though.” You peek up at him with your lips set in a thin line. “I’m sorry Brandon died. And I’m sorry for every second of pain you ever had to go through. If we could go back and do it over I would take away every second of pain you’ve ever felt. Every cold night, every empty stomach, every nightmare. I would do it all for you.”

“I appreciate that, but I’m not looking at the past.” He murmurs softly. “I’m looking to our future, together.”

“I know.” You nod seriously, cupping his cheek with one hand. “I’m just saying that I love you. With every piece of me I possibly can.”

Zach smiles at you, a soft, tender one that has his heart in his eyes. “I love you too baby.” He whispers, leaning in and kissing you softly.

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