to have forever | scarlizzie

Chapter 3

The alarm rang at exactly five-thirty, and Scarlett scrambled blindly in the dark before finding her phone and slamming the alarm off. But she didn't make a move to get up, hoping to get a few more minutes before she had to get to filming.

But of course that choice wasn't given to her, because she found the bed shifted beside her, and Scarlett opened her eyes, finding Lizzie hovering above her with a sleepy smile on her face, which only made Scarlett fall more in love with her. She wants to wake up everyday to Lizzie staring down at her with so much adoration and love in her eyes.

"Morning, sleepy head," Lizzie chuckled, sleep still in her voice. She leaned down and pecked Scarlett's lips, which made a blush appear on her cheek. "Busy day ahead of us, huh?"

"Want to sleep more," Scarlett closed her eyes again, but Lizzie pulled the cover away from both of them. Scarlett whined, but of course her girlfriend only laugh in response, getting off the bed.

"Get up, sleeping beauty. I want to grab breakfast before we go on set, we're going to be late if you keep lying there." Scarlett could hear Lizzie's footsteps, but she chose to keep her eyes closed. A few more minutes wouldn't hurt.

But then she suddenly let out a squeal when she felt a weight on top of her, opening her eyes. "OH MY GOSH! Lizzie! You scared the hell out of me."

"Good, stop living in hell and be here with me," Lizzie gave her a mocking glance. Scarlett rolled her eyes, finally accepting the hand Lizzie offered her.

"For someone who was drunk off their ass yesterday, you're awfully cheerful this morning," Scarlett groaned.

Lizzie flipped her hair dramatically, before turning serious again. "I took some painkillers this morning before coming. You missed the worst part. Also, I wasn't that drunk."

"Mhm, sure," Scarlett hummed convincely. "I seem to recall someone texting the wrong number yesterday night."

"I didn't-" Lizzie turned to her girlfriend with a wide-eyed look in her eyes. Scarlett nodded. "I did? Oh gosh."

Scarlett laughed. "You told me that the person's attitude reminded you of me."

"Did I?" Lizzie sighed. "Oh gosh. Hopefully I didn't say anything Marvel could fire me for... or embarrassed myself."

"You definitely embarrassed yourself," Scarlett laughed when Lizzie shoved her playfully.

"Shut up."

They walked to their shared bathroom in the master bedroom, a light atmosphere surrounding them.

They were here for a few months at least for the filming of Multiverse of Madness. They were currently staying in the house Scarlett had bought years ago for her and Colin. But then she became a third-time divorcé, and she took her house back. Rose was currently with her father, and Cosmo was with his father as well...

Scarlett hated this life she had built for her children. They deserved a stable home, a stable family, a stable school life or something. She wanted to be more for her children, she wasn't planning on divorcing Colin. But... it wouldn't be fair to him if she had stayed. So she left, something she seems awfully good at.

Her therapist seems to think she's a runner. Always telling her that she was running from her problem.

She wasn't running. Okay, so maybe she runs a little. But that doesn't mean anything.

Scarlett found herself staring at Lizzie beside her, wondering how the hell she got so lucky. Out of everyone in the world, and out of everything they had been through, Lizzie was still here.

"-arlet," Lizzie glanced at her worriedly when Scarlett finally came out of her own head. "You okay there?"

"Yeah, never been better," Scarlett gave her a clearly fake smile. Lizzie looked like she wanted to press, but she didn't, and Scarlett was glad for that. "Just have a lot of thoughts in my mind."

Lizzie nodded understandingly, looking through her clothes in search of something presentable. "I just want you to know that I'm here for whatever, okay? I'm here when you ever need to talk."

A nod was Scarlett's only response. She went back through her clothes, before grabbing a blouse and jeans. They changed in a comfortable silence, before Scarlett suddenly spoke up. "Do you miss her?"

Lizzie paused, turning to face Scarlett. She was mostly changed, a white blouse and a similar jean as the one Scarlett had chosen. "Miss who?

"Our daughter."

Everything seems to freeze for a second. Scarlett watched Lizzie's face. She frowned before it turned into a sad smile. "I miss her, Scar. How could I not? You know I tried to find her after you left, right? Hired a private investigator and everything. But nothing."

"I'm sorry," Scarlett muttered. But Lizzie didn't allow her to wallow in her own guilt for long, quickly pulling her into her arms. "I should have been there. We were going through the same thing."

Lizzie ran her hand through Scarlett's hair. "It's fine. I understand, okay? I don't want to give up, Scarlett. But it's been what? Fourteen years? And-"

"Almost fifteen," Scarlett muttered. Lizzie gave her a small smile. Scarlett still remembers the date. September 13. Her little girl was brought into the world. And then she was gone, maybe even dead. "She would have been fifteen in a few months."

"She would have looked like you."

Scarlett offered her a small smile back. "Maybe she'll have your kind and caring personality. Maybe she'll love to cook, and help you around the garden."

"That would be nice, seeing that you will probably burn the kitchen down again if I let you near it."

"No I would not," a pout appeared on Scarlett's lips, and Lizzie laughed as she leaned forward and kissed it away. "Don't pout. You look cute, but don't pout. And we are..."

Scarlett glanced down at her watch. "Definitely going to be late if we don't leave soon."

"I'll drive," Lizzie gave her a quick grin before running off, and Scarlett stared after her, a laugh threatening to escape from her lips. It was an ongoing inside joke, in a way. They had always fought over driving, both liking the way driving seems to calm them down. So they made a pack. Whoever grabbed the keys first drove.

And there's no way Scarlett was letting Lizzie win that easily...

Grabbing her purse and a coak, Scarlett rushed out of the closet (ha- closet) and ran down the stairs. As small as her chance of winning is, she's going to try.