I'm With You. ~ Elizabeth Olsen

Love.

Y/N POV
I wake up to Lizzie putting some sweat shorts onto my body and lift my head up highly confused. "Um, babe? Aren't you supposed to be undressing me?" I ask as I continue to slowly wake up.

"No, I'm getting you ready for our early flight. Sit up love bug." She explains gently and I slump to the side before pushing myself upright. I raise my arms and let her put a shirt on my torso while my eyes stay closed. I smile when she plants a kiss on my pouty lips and open my eyes to watch as she slips on some of my shorts.

"Those are mine." I comment.

"What's mine is your's now baby." She reminds me and I hum in agreement. I stand and stretch my arms above my head and jump when she lands a firm slap to my butt. I playfully glare at her before I start to help packing up our shit so she doesn't have to do it all herself. In no time we are both dressed and packed so we head out to the car waiting for us to head to the airport. Since we are going on a private jet we don't have to worry about lines or anything.

"Do we have snacks?" I ask and Lizzie nods.

"The jet will have food for us." She assures me and I hum in understanding. The rest of our journey we are pretty silent, both tired from our trip so far. I'm excited to go back to bed once we get on the plane. Lizzie gets on first and I follow her in. I look at the jet in awe. It looks like Tony Starks plane! I set our suitcases down and the flight attendants take care of them. Lizzie grabs my hand and pulls me to the back where there is a separate room with a bed and I sigh in relief before face planting down onto it. She joins me soon after and I turn to cuddle as close as I can.

We end up snoozing for a while and when we wake up it's lunchtime. We are both starving since we didn't each breakfast so we walk out to the dining area and sit. I look at Lizzie is surprise when I'm handed a menu. I choose the Mac and cheese while Lizzie gets a sandwich. We play thumb war while we wait and listen to the TV playing Big Bang Theory. Once our food comes we eat in mostly silence until a thought pops into my head. "So, if we were to have a boy, what names do we like?" I ask casually and watch as her small smile grows and eyes peek through her lashes to look at me.

I offer a half smile when I see her little dimple pop out and she hums in thought. "I like Max." She offers and I grin.

"I also like Max. Short for Maximoff." I share my reasoning and her cute smile grows.

"I didn't even think about that. Now I like it more." She decides and scrunches her nose as her lips pull into a show stopping smile.

"What about a baby girl?" I ask and she hums as she chews her bite of sandwich.

"I kind of like Harley, or Claire, or Charlotte." She lists off and motions for me to answer.

"I like Diana and Amelia." I offer. "Charlotte is cute because we can call her Charlie!" I realize.

"What about middle names?" She inquires and I tilt my head in thought.

"Amelia Grace? Charlotte Rose? Harley Mae? What about Diana Leigh?" I brainstorm and her eyes snap to mine at the last name.

"I like the last one. Your obsession with Princess Diana and my movie characters are both represented." She calls me out.

"That was a show reference but I'll allow it. She'll be named after a princess just like me." I remind her and she smiles.

"My princesses. Well, I guess if she's our princess you'd be a queen." She thinks out loud. Is that how that works?

"But I'm your princess." I pout and she smiles softly.

"You'll always be my princess." She confirms and I smile before shoveling more food into my mouth.

"What about middle names for the boy?" I ask when I realize we didn't think about it.