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it was supposed to be a boys' hangout only, like very other sunday. rafe had been planning to go golfing with topper and kelce for a few days now and he insisted that you came with him.

"it will be fun, baby." he persuaded you, passing his calloused fingers on your bare legs.

and that was the reason why you were sitting on the white sofa sipping on your drink, all dolled up just how rafe liked it.

you gave up on playing with the guys after a few failed attempts, even though rafe insisted that it was normal to miss a few hits on the first try.

you were fine with it, you liked sitting there and gaze not so discreetly at rafe swinging his golf club.

when rafe turned around he caught you soundly asleep, face deep in his sweater, that he previously wrapped around your trembling shoulders.

"can we get something to eat, i'm fucking starving." topper complained, to which rafe rolled his eyes.

"shut your loud ass mouth." he gave him a pointed glare before walking towards you.

"hey, baby." his irritated tone was replaced with a much softer one "wake up, we gotta go."

you blinked your eyes open when you heard rafe's deep voice and wrapped your arms around his neck, wanting to be carried.

when you felt his arms lifting you up gently, you let out a satisfied hum.

"you're disgusting." kelce said but you could see it in his eyes that he didn't mean one word, unlike topper that didn't even try to hide his repugnance, earning a light punch from rafe.

"what do you want to eat, sweetheart?" rafe murmured against your temple, his firm arms making sure you didn't fall.

"i'm craving pizza from ben's." topper replied instead, massaging his stomach.

"screw you and your disgusting pizza from ben." rafe retorted, not sparing him a single look.

you glanced up and gave him a sheepish smile, one that didn't go unnoticed by rafe.

"what's the matter, sweet girl?" he raised an eyebrow and prompted you to speak up.

"uhm," you started, trying to find the right words "i was also thinking that we should get some pizza. maybe, if you want." you quickly added.

and who was rafe to deny his best girl what she wanted.

"i think that's an amazing idea, baby. let's get some pizza and feed your tummy." he said, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss.

"what the fuck," topper complained, completely astonished "i proposed it first!"

rafe walked away, pretending not to hear his best friend's protests.

"can we get ice cream later?" you fiddled with rafe's shirt, giving him pleading eyes to which he had never said no.

"of course, sweetheart. whatever my baby wants." he said in response, while he helped you buckle your seatbelt.

"what?" you heard topper's loud screech from outside the car "you have never gotten me ice cream! we've known each other for our whole life."

before topper could keep rumbling on how unfair it was, rafe pressed the engine and drove away, unconcerned about his friends yelling his name.

"so baby," he placed one hand on your knee, eyes fixed on the road "what pizza do you want to eat?"