ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ- ˢᴾᴱᴺᶜᴱᴿ ᴿᴱᴵᴰ

eleven

y/n's pov

i stayed with him that night. i slept on the couch and he went to the bed. but during the night he came to get a book from his expansive bookshelves and woke me up, he told me to go and sleep in his bed and he would take the couch but i refused.

he said he needed to read from the couch so i just lifted my legs and without a word, he slid in beneath them and i fell right back to sleep.

when i woke up, his head was on my thighs but he was still half sitting and he looked so uncomfortable i had to wake him up. i really didn't want to wake him up.

he told me the next morning that he was actually on some sort of 'sabbatical' to recover, and that he would be more or less stuck at home for six weeks.

thankfully, he could spend almost all of that time in my shop.

that's where he is now, sitting at his usual table, with half a blueberry muffin and a black coffee with too much room for too much sugar, reading some obscure book in a foreign language quicker than i can skim takeout menus.

i watched his neck slightly tint red and he stayed on the same page for more than a few seconds and then i realised he could tell i was staring.

deciding he should be the one flustered for once, i start to call out to him, "pretty boy.."

i don't even finish my sentence when the bell chimes and someone walks into the shop.

it's still early, and it's right in the middle of my mid morning lull, so i know who it is immediately and suddenly spencer isn't the only one flushed at my compliment.

"pretty boy?" she asks, i can hear the smirk on her all too smug face.

"i really hope that wasn't meant for me, as that would be a very weird way to greet your mother."

i hear spencer splutter his coffee and i can barely muster any amusement.

don't get me wrong, i love my mom. but she can be so...

"mom. hi." i walk towards her to receive the hug she was offering with her arms outstretched. she squeezed hard and i could tell it was out of excitement.

"so!" she turned in her kitten heels to face the boy at the window i want to die i want to to die oh god just kill me "i assume your legal name is not pretty boy?"

"well, no ma'am, it err, it isn't," oh poor boy he was so nervous, he looks at me for reassurance but i can barely offer a head nod, "but truth be told that's what a lot of people call me really i mean my work friend, derek, and sometimes garcia..." a deep breath, "will call me," he gulped and i realise i'm not the only one hoping the ground will swallow me open "um, pretty boy, y/n rarely does it was just well i believe it to have been an attempt at humour perhaps a joke to make me embarrassed because sometimes i do that to her but oh god i'll stop now."

he began to pick at his blueberry muffin just to use his hands and i wanted to laugh. she really isn't all that scary, she's just pretending to be.

and it's working.

my mother only raised an eyebrow.

"and what is your name then," she clicked her tongue, "or shall i also call you pretty boy?"

he spluttered out a 'reid' and then a 'spencer' before i managed to offer my mother a coffee to distract her.

"so, mom, how's business been doing?"

a half an hour, and a hundred invasive questions that spencer and i tried to evade later and she was gone.

"i'm so sorry spence, she can be so..." he shook his head, curls flailing.

"don't worry about it sunshine, i just didn't expect to meet your mother like that."

"like that? you were expecting to meet my mother?" i was just messing with him, he knows and i know that we're more than friends but we're not more than friends yet but still i loved to watch him stutter.

"i mean..." he started to ring his fingers together, " i guess? no, i did. i was expecting to meet your mother sunshine."

that was not what i was expecting.

"you were?" my voice was softer, gentler.

"i am planning on asking you out someday, y/n. you know that." he was smiling, eyes twinkling and it's my favourite spencer when he's like this.

heart stopped swwon melting need to respond melting swoon open your mouth y/n

"i'm planning on saying yes."  oh god too forward? i'm no good at this.

he smiled, walked towards me and for the hundredth time since i've met him, gave me a hug. 

but this time he kissed me on the head. my body shivered from my feet to his lips and he held them there for a moment.

"i'm going to a meeting now," he took his lips off my head, "be here when i get back?"

"arent i always?" he gave another fleeting kiss to my cheek before i heard the bells ring on the door as he closed it.

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