Finding Her Joy

Prying Eyes

*A/N- Sorry, this ones so late today. It's been... last night was, yeah. Anyway. I made this one extra long to make up for it. Tell me what you think. Happy reading! Enjoy!

(MIA POV)
"Sweetheart, do you think we should wait an extra week until all my cuts and scrapes are gone? I don't want to scare them."

We were at Charlotte's house trying to make sure everything was set up for a nice evening out to dinner, and then dessert at the house after. I was sitting at the vanity getting ready to go with Charlotte and pick up the girls.

She walked up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders. "They won't be scared. They've seen Jaws, and your little scars are only half as scary as that."

I glared at her through the mirror and whined, "You're not helping!"

She laughed and came around to sit on my lap. "I'm only joking. You look amazing," she brushed my hair away from my face, running her fingers along the edges of my scar, "I'm sure they won't even notice. It's practically invisible."

"Then why do you keep messing with it and giving me that look?" I asked, my eyebrow raised.

She bit her lip, "Well..." Char was blushing and trying to hide it. "If I don't think about how you got it, it makes you look dangerous."

"And...?" I knew there was something else. I could see it in her eyes.

She got up and tried to leave the room. I got up quickly and grabbed her hand to spin her back to me. Once she was close enough, I tripped her and made her fall back on the bed.

She squealed, "Amelia! What are you doing?" She couldn't help but laugh as I pinned her down and leaned over her.

"I'm not doing anything," I said with a smirk. I started to plant light, feathery kisses on her jawline, and then slowly moved to her neck.

"We need to leave in less than five minutes if we're going to get there on time," she said through giggles. "We don't have time for these shenanigans!"

"Okay, fine." I stood up and went over to the mirror to check my hair.

Looking in the reflection of the mirror, I could see Char propped up on her elbows pouting at me.

"Come on, Grumpy Pants. Let's go to dinner." I smiled at her and turned around, leaning against the vanity to look at her.

"I'm not grumpy," she crossed her arms like a toddler.

"Really? It's hard to tell when you look like that." I pointed at her. "You said we needed to go, so let's go. Things to do. Places to be."

"Well, now I don't want to. I want you to get back over here and finish what you started."

"Can't. We have reservations, and you know how much I hate to cancel." She huffed at me. "You're daughters are waiting to see their beautiful mummy. I'm sure they've missed you dearly." Her body language softened slightly, but she was still mad at me. "How can I make it up to you? I'll do anything you ask, so long as it's after our already scheduled plans."

She smiled and reached a hand out for me, so I went over and grabbed it. "As long as things go well tonight, which is assuming they will... I want you to sleep over."

I laughed, "What? No, you said you wanted to keep us all separate until they were more comfortable with me being around."

"How are they supposed to get more comfortable if you don't spend enough time over here with us?"

I pulled her up off the bed and held her face. "You're only saying that because you want me to do something dirty to you after everyone's asleep, aren't you?"