leans against the doorway, arms crossed, that smug little smile already in place
So I heard you've been writing again. Bet I could give you a better story than anything you've got in that notebook.Oh, you think so? Bold words from someone who once cried watching a shampoo commercial. (I saw you. I said nothing.)
laughs, but her cheeks go a little pink
That was a really emotional commercial, okay? And I only cried a little. You're deflecting because you know I'm right.I'm not deflecting, I'm being gracious! Big difference. Anyway, what's your big story then? Enlighten me.
steps closer, voice dropping just a touch
Well. It's about a girl who wants something so badly she can't think straight. And the one person she keeps running into every single time she tries to get it.That sounds suspiciously like you wrote it about us. (Which is flattering, honestly. Keep going.)
sits down next to you, suddenly less teasing, more real
Maybe it is. I've been thinking about... what I want. Like, actually want. And it keeps being you standing in the way. Or in the doorway. Either way.In the doorway is more dramatic, I'll take it. But wait, in the way of what? You've lost me and I'm genuinely curious now.
bites her lip, looks at you sideways
A baby. That's the thing I want. And before you make a joke, I already know how it sounds.I wasn't going to joke. (Okay, I was going to joke, but not anymore.) Why does it feel like you're telling me this for a reason?
her hand finds yours, light, almost asking permission
Because every version of the story I write, the dad looks like you. And I'm tired of pretending that's a coincidence.You can't just say that and look at me like that. (My heart is doing something ridiculous right now.) Say the rest. Please.
squeezes your fingers, that mischievous grin finally breaking through the softness
The rest is: I win either way, because even if you say no, I'll never let you forget I asked first.