It was Friday night, and Rafe was set on a relaxing evening at home. He'd queued up a list of movies he thought you'd like, grabbed a pile of blankets, and stocked up on popcorn. You were always talking about how you loved cozy nights in—yet somehow, as soon as he started the movie, you were on the other side of the couch, fidgeting.
Every five minutes, he caught you shifting around, reaching for the popcorn only to toss it up in the air like you were shooting hoops, missing more than half the time. Rafe tried not to laugh as you squirmed, clearly too full of energy to sit still.
He nudged you with his elbow. "You planning on watching the movie, or just making popcorn confetti?"
You rolled your eyes, tossing a piece of popcorn at him. "Maybe I'll do both!"
He smirked. "Can you at least try to focus?"
You made a show of crossing your arms, your lips forming a pout. "I am focused."
He knew you weren't, but he let it slide. As the movie played on, you got up and down from the couch at least five times, grabbing drinks, snacks, and even a random sweater from your bag, which you immediately draped over him, laughing when he gave you a look.
"Is this the cozy night you imagined?" he asked, grinning as you flopped back down beside him.
You shrugged, your eyes twinkling. "What if I said I was bored?"
"You've barely sat still long enough to know what's going on," he teased, pulling you closer.
"But there's no action! I wanna do something fun," you said, leaning against him, your face lit up with that familiar mischievous smile.
Rafe sighed, feigning exasperation, though he couldn't keep the grin off his face. "Alright, what do you suggest, then? We have the whole night ahead of us."
A mischievous glint appeared in your eyes. "Let's have a pillow fight!"
He blinked, taken aback, and before he could respond, you were already grabbing a pillow and lightly hitting him on the shoulder. He grabbed a pillow of his own, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure about this?"
"Come on, Cameron, show me what you got," you taunted, sticking your tongue out.
He laughed, pretending to wind up for a big swing, and you squealed, dodging it as you swung back. Pillows flew, feathers scattered, and both of you were laughing so hard you nearly forgot about the movie entirely. You were surprisingly quick, ducking and dodging every one of his swings and hitting him just enough to make him work for it.
At one point, you nearly tripped over a blanket, and he caught you just before you fell, pulling you close. You looked up at him, cheeks flushed, hair a mess, and still clutching a pillow.
"Maybe we should declare a truce," you said breathlessly, laughing as you let the pillow fall to the ground.
He smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "You are so much trouble, you know that?"
You gave him a cheeky grin. "I know. But you love it."
He shook his head, chuckling. "Yeah, yeah... I suppose I do."
Settling down, you finally stayed in one spot beside him, snuggling into his side. As he wrapped his arm around you, he felt you finally relax, your earlier excitement fading into a quiet contentment.
As the movie played in the background, Rafe found himself smiling, knowing that life with you would always be a bit chaotic—and that he wouldn't want it any other way.
