I Think You Have the Wrong Number?

Two girls in Target

Hey babe....

oh great you have your AirPods in and you're singing and dancing around the living room with Teenie again. 

This should be interesting. 

This had become a regular occurrence when Hailee was working or occupied. Y/n was always listening to music, it was just her thing. And when Hailee needed some peace and quiet y/n's solution was to put in her airpods. which almost always ended with her dancing around the house. More often than not she was unaware just how loud she was because of the noise-cancelling mode on her headphones. But Hailee never really cared because it was cute to watch her girlfriend and see how long it took y/n to realize Hailee was indeed watching her.

Today y/n was dancing around the living room with teenie.

I like shiny things, but I'd marry her with paper rings uh-huh, that's right. 

Teenie, she's the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this uh-huh, that's right teenie, she's the one I want. In paper rings in picture frames in dirty dreams, she's the one I want.

It was in the final spin around the living room that y/n had realized that Hailee had been standing there in the living room. Probably to tell her that her work was done meaning they could hang out again. While a normal person may try to play off the situation y/n fully embraced it.

 Oh hey mi Amor, Teenie and I were just taking a little morning dance break.

Dance break?

ok maybe I took her outside and picked her up so she could get some cuddle time and just got a little too into the music. 

She also may have been subjected to listening to me sing some Lizzo, Harry, and Taylor because you know I'm a child of a musical divorce.

Well as cute as that was to watch and hear you explain I have to tell you to stop. 

I was kinda hoping I could drag you out to go shopping with me. 

We put off getting clothes for our trip home for half a week, so I need to get at least something to combat the cold.

Yeah I'll go to the store. Come on let's go. *starts walking towards the garage*

My Love, you are literally in your boxers and a sports bra. 

As much as I love seeing you like this I don't think target shoppers will.

*looks down* Ah I see that I am indeed,  in just my underwear.

 I'll tell you what you go ahead and hop into the car and I'll go throw on a target-worthy outfit.

Ok but it's warm today we're taking the Porsche, and I want air conditioning.

Okay your wish is my command.

Hailee goes into the garage to start the ac in the car and y/n runs to the bedroom and tosses on the first clean pair of shorts and t-shirt they can find in the room throwing on Hailee's sk8 hi's on the way out the front door.

*hops in passenger seat*Did you record my time I feel like that was a record?

Wow, that was fast love. I didn't record your time but I Listened to maybe one song so it was 3/4 minutes max.