Perfectly Arranged

-43- Day 9

[Day 9]

Third person's pov

The morning sun, a gentle caress of warmth, painted the bedroom in hues of soft gold. Freen stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She walked outside and went to Becky's room just to see her, still asleep, her face serene and peaceful. A smile bloomed on Freen's face, her heart overflowing with a love that felt as boundless as the sky. She went towards the girl and stared.

"Good morning." she whispered, her voice laced with affection.

Becky stirred, her eyes slowly opening to meet Freen's. "Good morning," she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.

"It's a beautiful day," Freen said, reaching out to gently stroke the bedside. "A perfect day for a lazy morning and a little cleaning."

Becky chuckled, "Cleaning? On a Saturday? You're a wild one, Freen."

"It's a rest day, not a day for doing nothing," Freen countered playfully, her fingers tracing the delicate lines of Becky's face. "Besides, a clean house is a happy house, and I want our home to be filled with happiness."

Becky, her eyes twinkling with amusement, gave Freen a playful nudge. "Okay, okay, you win. But I'm not getting out of bed until I've had at least three cups of coffee."

Freen laughed, her heart light with joy. "Deal. But you're making breakfast, right?"

"Of course," Becky replied, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.

Today's different, she's not off. I hope always. Freen thought.

And so, their day began, a symphony of laughter, and shared chores. As they worked, their movements fell into a comfortable rhythm.

Freen, with her infectious energy, hummed along to her favorite tunes as she dusted the shelves, her movements a graceful dance. Becky, her hands nimble and efficient, tackled the kitchen, her laughter echoing through the apartment as she sang along to a particularly catchy song.

The air was thick with the scent of cleaning supplies and the promise of a leisurely day. They paused their chores, leaning against each other, their bodies radiating warmth and comfort.

"Remember when we first met?" Freen asked, her voice soft, her eyes filled with a longing that transcended time. "We were both so nervous, so unsure."

Becky nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "We were both scared, but, I hate youra arrogance. Seriously. "

"And me, you," Freen added, her gaze locking with Becky's. "I felt an instant connection, a sense of belonging that I had never felt before."

They fell silent, their shared memories a tapestry woven with threads of laughter, love, and shared dreams. Becky thought, are we going to talk about beautiful things again? fuck, please no. What If fell again with her trap?

"I love you, Becky," Freen said, her voice barely a whisper, her heart overflowing with a love that felt both familiar and new.

Becky's eyes softened, her gaze unwavering. " What? "

"You make me laugh," Freen continued, her voice filled with a warmth that radiated from her soul. "You make me feel safe, loved, and understood. You're my best friend, my confidante, my everything. Only if you can give me the chance to be with you again. "

" You're my rock, my inspiration, my soulmate. You make me a better person, you push me to be my best self." Freen added.

They're sat, their bodies close, their love a silent language that spoke volumes. That's being felt, not being said. The air crackled with unspoken emotions, the silence a testament to the depth of their connection.