𝗔 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗘

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 | phone call

After Michal helped me step out of the bath with a towel wrapped around his waist, making sure I don't slip on the tiles and from the alcohol left in my system, he wraps a towel around my body and hugs me tight. My face is pressed against his chest, feeling like the only ones in the world... he's so warm and comforting as his height just allows him to give the best hugs. The slight remains of alcohol buzzes through my nervous system, making be feel all warm and fuzzy. I smile into him, making him rest his chin on the top of my head and rub his hands up and down my back, drying it against the towel. "I'm the luckiest girl in the world." I hum against him, keeping my eyes closed. A single laugh sounds from his throat, "Not as lucky as me... I'm never letting you go. So I guess we can both relax knowing we feel lucky for what we got right here." He kisses my head, straightening up and pulling back to look down at me, smiling cheekily. I put my chin on his chest now, looking back up at him. "Such a simp..." I smirk, making him gasp. "Wow... then what are you?!" He exclaims, grabbing my shoulders and separating us now, grinning at me. I shrug, "A reflection of you." trying to keep a straight face, making him gasp again and clutch his heart in his chest. Acting offended, "Well, this is only the bare minimum babe... so get used to it." He jolts forward to smother me with sarcastic kisses, making me exert nothing but happy laughter, feeling ticklish and trying to squirm out of his grip to get away. Okay, we are cute... soulmates even - but time will tell.

Once I yell 'stop' and 'Michal' for the 10th time, he stops, letting me go and I quickly move to the sink. I grab my freshly washed pjs, slipping them on with just a pair of underwear beforehand. I head downstairs to the kitchen, making a cup of tea. Michal stayed behind brushing his teeth while checking his messages and then he had to call his Mum as she just returned home during the night back in Slovakia. He was talking Slovak so I couldn't understand, to which he sounded so hot... I love it... a unhealthy amount. He mentioned that his Mum only knows Slovak, so he doesn't do it on purpose when talking to her, it's just all she can communicate in as she can only read a little bit of English. I totally understand, and know that he wouldn't be talking about me anyway... since I'm basically a fan that he happened to be his type so he flew me over to him and now we're living together for 2 months like a happy couple. I take my tea to the couch, turning on the TV and taking a seat. I wanna watch a movie for this Saturday night in, should I wait for Michal to chose something together? Mm, nah... I smile to myself, looking through the selections of movies on Disney plus.

I choose to watch Avatar, I haven't watched that in such a long time. I keep it paused, waiting for Michal to be finished with his phone call. Sipping my tea which makes me warm up, checking my messages and replying to Cece and my mother - letting them know I'm still alive and loving it here.

P.O.V.
Michal
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A message from my Mum comes through as I'm getting dressed, letting me know that she's just received signal after landing back in our home country. She asked me to give her a call when I can. I yell out to Ellie and tell her about my Mom and how I need to call her quickly, to which she nods cutely and walks to the kitchen in her cute pyjamas, she's so fucking cute. Did I mention cute?

"Ahoj Mom," I say in Slovak, "How was the vacation?" I slip my white tee over my head with one arm and slipping it down over my body, the shirt covering the hem of my plaid pants. Walking to the window and sitting on the swivel armchair, she answers after a sigh, "Ahoj Son, it was good actually. A nice break, but I am so tired now from travelling home. It's 3am here, we've only just walked through the door. How's hockey going? Are you enjoying being Alternate Captain there?" She asks, making sure to check in with me. I love my Mom, she has been my rock throughout life, always caring and loving, never letting me go a day without making sure that I know I'm loved. I have her and my father to thank for getting me to where I am now, since they were the ones to support me and pay for my sporting expenses. "I'm glad you had a good time, the photos looked amazing Mom. And yeah, hockey's started off good. We've only lost 2/6 games. I've warmed up to the guys now, become more sociable with everyone... a certain someone has helped with that." I smile at the last part, thinking of my beautiful Australian downstairs. "Hmmm?" She hums excitedly, "Who's this special someone, son? You finally met someone worth your precious time?" She jokes, chuckling in my ear. I laugh back, "Yeah... something like that. She truly is special, Mom. I've never seen anyone like her, she's Australian... hazel-green eyes... dimples... the cutest laugh... a smile that makes you smile... she's always giggling... you could never be unhappy around her. She's fun, always keeping me on my toes... besides coach for once. She never fails to scold me for doing something wrong, always being upfront and honest. She's someone that wants the best for anyone around her, always offering her love and support. Someone that anyone would be lucky to have, like myself, I feel so lucky. I think she's the one Mom..." I trail off, rambling about Ellie accidentally.