Hailee's POV I open the door to our house to reveal Martini running towards me with profound elation. "Hey, baby! How're you today?" I ask Martini in my baby voice. I look up and I see the kitchen completely clean. Far neater than when I leave it. I'm a messy person. I hold Martini in my arms and go to the living room. Also very spotless.
I go look around the whole house from downstairs. Breathtakingly clean and tidy. I'm taken aback. I then remember that I live with one of the most tidy people on the planet. (Y/N) gets bothered by the smallest things that are out of order. I often joke around with her, saying she's got OCD, but this is a whole other level.
"Baby? I'm here! Love what you've done with our place." I tell her, trying to find the slightest place out of order. I get no answer. I look up the stairs. Is she even home? I recalled that she'd been busy this whole week, and she's barely gotten any sleep. She's been doing so much, not mention going through so much, I've been planning on spending a relaxing night with her in bed today.
And I'll make sure to do that — as soon as I find her. I call around the whole house, trying see if I can find a trace of her. I looked downstairs, and I couldn't find her anywhere. I then went upstairs. I looked in our bedroom, the gaming room and even the terrace. I looked there just in case because nobody can really hear much from the inside while they're out on the terrace.
I then call her phone because I'm now starting to think that she's not home. Maybe she's with Taylor or Chlöe. I hear a buzz not so far from where I am. So she is here. I look around to see where the buzzing is coming from. I start to make my way to the spot of the sound. I start getting closer as the sound of the vigorous buzzing got louder. I then come to a door not so far from our bedroom. The home office.
Of course, that's the one place I haven't looked around. I open the door, almost ready to give (Y/N) a piece of my mind — well, not entirely. I was more of ready to tickle her and attack her with kisses. I know, I know — I'm a softie. But you'd do the same if you were me, so sue me.
The door opens and I see (Y/N). She's slumped on the office sofa with a pen and notepad in her right hand, and a movie script in the other. Oh, poor thing. She'd been trying to multitask. I see her notes, her ideas and writings on her notepad. I saw how she'd been making little notes on her character for the script. She's honestly so hardworking.
I then just sit near her admiring her. Even when she's asleep, she's still gorgeous. Just when I thought that things couldn't be more straining for her, I notice a small paper fall from between the script. I reach down to pick it up. Upon further observation, I see that it had been a list of things she'd done throughout the day.
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I read through the list. I can't help but smile. Baby's been busy all day, going back and forth from work to home. No wonder she's so exhausted. My heart melts as I read that she'd booked an appointment for me. She knew I'd been feeling a little under the weather. Despite how busy we both are with our careers, I didn't know just how much I'd been taking all she does for granted. I look a bit more and I see one thing that hasn't been crossed out — "Make dinner".
I read it over again and pout. I brush her curls out of her face, giving me a clear glimpse of her face. She's so beautiful. Her nose scrunches when she felt her hair brush last her and she slight frowns, going back to sleep. I smile at her, not getting enough. She's too good for this world. I take all the papers off of her, organizing them into the files I knew she took them from. I place them into her desk drawer, closing it shut.
I then carefully lift her body. I carefully carry her out of the office, shutting the door behind me. I enter our room and I gently place her on the bed, tucking her in. I see that she hadn't been woken up. Thank God. I dim the brightness of the lights, taking off my jacket.
I then take off my clothes, replacing them with my pajama shorts and top. I hop into bed, pulling the covers over me as well. Martini walks in then. I look at her before she lets out a loud bark. I jump at her sudden noise, signaling her to quiet down. "Tinnie! Baby, no. You're momma's sleeping." I whisper to her.
"Mmm?" groans (Y/N) as she turns over. Thanks a lot, Tinnie. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I don't know what's gotten to her tonight." I tell her patting Martini. "It's okay. It's okay. When did you get home?" I asked (Y/N), still sounding tired and drowsy. "About an hour ago. I tried finding you around the house, but I didn't know you were in the office." I explain to her. "Tell me I didn't sleep there." she pleads, rubbing her eyes. "Want me to lie?" I ask her, smiling at her tired voice.
"Oh man." she said, getting up to go out the door. "You don't have to leave. I've put in everything in the files and everything else, you did today." I told her. She pauses in bed, then looks at me, "I haven't made us dinner." she says. She had started to get out of bed when I grabbed her hand. "Why?" I asked her. "You came home from filming, Haiz. You've gotta be hungry." she tells me. "You've been running errands all day, not to mention writing your book and reading your script for a new movie. I'm not hungry, but are you?" I ask her.
She smiles, shaking her head. "Exactly. Just get some rest, baby! You deserve it." I tell her. She sinks back into bed, "So do you." she tells me, opening her arms to let me in for a cuddle. "I love you, (Y/N/N)." I say to her rubbing her stomach. I get the feel of her toned abs. This girl does all this and still finds the time to work out. Is there anything she can't do?
"I love you more." she says, getting sleepy again. She falls asleep not so long after, and I follow suit — me still in her arms.
