My Love - Hosie

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Josie and Hope were lying on Josie's bed, with Josie resting her head on Hope's chest and Hope stroking her hair. This was their new favorite thing to do. Well, not new, they had cuddled as friends before, but this was different. Now, every little touch meant something special.

"Telling our parents went pretty well," Josie broke the silence between them.

"How's the room holding up?" Stefan walked in, followed by Caroline.

"Except now they feel the need to check up on us every 15 minutes," Hope kissed Josie's forehead and sat up.

"What's up?" Josie asked.

"Your mom and I are heading out," Stefan told them.

"We'll come visit around the holidays," Caroline hugged her daughter. 

"It was nice meeting you, Hope," Stefan shook her hand. "You better be good to Josie."

"Ignore him, he said the same thing to Raf," Caroline then hugged Hope. "We've got a flight to catch, and we still need to find Lizzie, so please say goodbye to your parents for us."

"I will," Hope assured her.

"Josie, behave for your father. He's grayer than the last time we came."

"I'll try," Josie said, being careful not to commit to it though.

The two left, shutting the door behind them.

"I'm so sorry about him. 'Be good to Josie'," she said in a mock-Stefan tone. "He goes into protective dad mode sometimes when it comes to me and Lizzie."

"No, don't be," Hope told her. "It's a lot better than saying he'd carve up someone, a threat my dad made to one of my mom's exes."

"Woah, that seems a bit extreme," Josie was shocked.

"Yeah, I've always wanted the stereotypical over-protective but sweet fathers, and you've basically got two."

There was no sense of envy in Hope's voice, just pure longing left by years of deprivation.

"Yeah, he is great. He built this room for me and Lizzie to share when we were kids, even before he and my mom got married. We grew up here, this is home."

"That's so cute."

"You know what else is cute? You," Josie pecked Hope's lips.

They briefly pulled apart before connecting their lips passionately.