ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ ʳᵉˡⁱᵉᶠ, ᶜᵃˡˡᵘᵐ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉʳ

19

19 - new addition to the household

MASTERS OF THE AIR SET
london, england
april 12, 2024
friday
11am

it had been two weeks and callum was filming consecutively. it was like a routine. he'd come home, eat, spend time with me, sleep and the next day head to work. i decided to take a step out of being tucked away in the penthouse and to visit him on set.

i made my way to the film set, excitement and nervousness mixing in my stomach. i had never really seen callum in action before, i'd only heard stories from him at home.

as i entered the set, i was immediately struck by how different the atmosphere was from the outside world. everything seemed more intense, more focused. there was a sense of concentration amongst the crew as they prepared for the next scene.

i searched through the set for callum, but it was difficult to spot him in the sea of people. finally, i saw him standing by a camera, talking with the director and the camera team.

he hadn't noticed me yet, his attention completely focused on his work. it seemed like he was in 'work mode,' serious and determined. i took a moment to observe him, appreciating how much he loved his craft.

after a few minutes, he seemed to sense my presence. his eyes lifted and met mine across the set. surprise and happiness washed over his features as he spotted me. he excused himself from the crew and walked over to me.

"look at you in your combat gear." i said as i tugged on it.

he chuckled, a bit of a blush appearing on his cheeks. "yeah, i feel like a completely different person when i wear this stuff." he said, his hand smoothing down his uniform.

"well, i think you look damn good in it." i said with a smirk, my eyes trailing over his figure.

he chuckled again, the blush deepening. "thanks. i feel pretty badass in it, not gonna lie." he said with a smile.

i chuckled at his admission, enjoying his confidence. "i bet. and i think everyone's swooning over you in this get-up." i teased, glancing around at the other crew members stealing glances at him.

he smirked and leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "yeah, but i only care if you're swooning over me." he said with a wink, a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"is this an american accent i hear?" i said gesturing to the american accent he was speaking to me in.

he chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, a bit sheepishly. "yeah, sorry. i've been immersed in the script for the past few days. it's hard to break out of character."

i smiled, amused by his dedication to his role. "hey, it's okay. i like the american accent, it's cute." i teased, playfully poking his arm.

he grinned, his usual british accent peeking through for a moment. "cute, huh? i might have to use it more often then." he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

i smiled and held out a bag, "anyway, i brought you some pastries." i looked around the set seeing food. "now i feel kind of stupid since there's already so much food."

he chuckled and took the bag from me, peering inside at the pastries. "no, i appreciate it. crew food is great, but it's usually healthy stuff. these pastries are a nice treat." he said, his tone genuine.

i smiled, happy that i could bring him a small piece of sweetness amidst the intensity of his work. "i figured you might need a sugar boost to keep you going."

he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer, a grateful smile on his face. "you're the best, you know that?" he said, giving me a tight squeeze before kissing my temple.