Dangerous connection (Freenbecky)

Chapter 31

The days in the mansion settled into a comforting rhythm, and the sense of peace seemed to wash over everyone after the chaos they'd endured. Freen and Becky were inseparable, and as the days went on, Becky's clingy and affectionate nature became even more apparent, much to Freen's delight.

One morning, Becky woke up before Freen, snuggled comfortably in his arms. She lay there, watching his serene expression as he slept. A playful idea popped into her mind. Very gently, she leaned forward and brushed her lips softly over his, just the lightest of kisses. Freen's eyes fluttered open, catching her in the act, and he smirked.

"Caught you, Princess," he teased in a sleepy voice, pulling her closer so she was pressed against his chest. Becky giggled and hid her face in his neck, feeling the warmth of his embrace.

"You're awake?" she asked, her voice muffled as she clung to him.

"Mmm, now I am." He stroked her hair affectionately, wrapping her in his arms. "I could wake up like this every day."

"You better," Becky said, a hint of playful authority in her tone. "Because I'm not letting you go."

"Good," Freen responded with a smile, kissing the top of her head. "I don't want you to."

After a few more minutes of cuddling, they finally dragged themselves out of bed. They got ready together, with Becky insisting on choosing Freen's tie for the day—a light blue one that matched her dress. Freen chuckled but let her pick, watching her with an indulgent smile.

The day was filled with small, cute incidents. Becky followed Freen around like a shadow while he worked, sitting on his desk and asking a thousand questions about his business. Freen was more than happy to explain, enjoying the way she looked at him with genuine curiosity, even if she didn't fully understand the complexities of his business.

At lunchtime, the couple found themselves in the mansion's massive kitchen. Becky insisted on cooking, declaring she wanted to make something special for Freen. She rummaged through the cupboards, her innocent excitement contagious, while Freen leaned against the counter, watching her fondly.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" he teased as she gathered ingredients.

"Of course!" Becky huffed, giving him a playful glare. "You don't believe in my cooking skills, Bunny?"

Freen chuckled, stepping forward to wrap his arms around her waist from behind. "I believe in you, Princess. But I also remember the last time you tried to cook..."

"That was an accident!" Becky defended herself, cheeks puffing in an adorable pout. "This time will be perfect."

He kissed her cheek. "Okay, I trust you. I'll be your taste tester."

Becky blushed, feeling his breath against her ear, and then shooed him away with a giggle. "Go sit down and let me cook, Mr. Spoiled!"

Freen obeyed, settling at the kitchen island, his chin resting in his hand as he watched her flutter around the kitchen. She hummed softly to herself, the sound filling the space with warmth and light, and Freen couldn't take his eyes off her.

After some time, Becky proudly presented him with a homemade lunch—a slightly overcooked pasta dish that she had clearly put a lot of effort into. Freen didn't care about the imperfections; he was too busy admiring her enthusiasm and the way her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Well?" Becky asked nervously as he took his first bite.

Freen smiled broadly. "It's delicious," he said honestly, even if it was a little too salty. Becky beamed with pride, and he reached out to ruffle her hair affectionately. "Thank you, Princess."

"You're welcome," she replied, cheeks turning pink.

The rest of the day passed peacefully, with Freen and Becky spending time together in the garden. Freen spread out a blanket under the large oak tree, and they lay side by side, talking about everything and nothing. Becky played with Freen's fingers, her touch light and gentle, and Freen would occasionally lean over to steal kisses, making Becky blush every time.

Later in the evening, the couple decided to play hide-and-seek in the mansion. It was Becky's idea—a playful challenge to see if she could hide well enough that Freen wouldn't find her. Freen grinned, accepting the challenge, and started counting while Becky ran off to hide.

She giggled quietly as she found the perfect hiding spot—a small nook in the library behind a thick curtain. Her heart beat rapidly as she heard Freen's footsteps echoing through the hallways, getting closer.

"Becky..." Freen's voice was teasing, and she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter.

After a few more minutes of searching, Freen finally pulled back the curtain with a triumphant grin. "Got you, Princess!"

Becky squealed, but before she could dart away, Freen caught her in his arms, twirling her around as she laughed uncontrollably. "I win!" he declared, holding her tightly.

"Fine, fine, you win!" Becky said between giggles. "What's my punishment?"

Freen set her down and looked thoughtful for a moment before leaning in and brushing his lips against hers. "This," he whispered, "and you have to stay by my side for the rest of the night."

Becky's cheeks flushed a deep red, but she didn't protest. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him back. "Deal," she agreed, her voice soft and full of affection.

They returned to the living room, only to find their friends waiting with knowing smiles. Kade, Nam, Heng, and Irin had witnessed the playful chase and were more than ready to tease the couple about their antics.

"So, did our fearless leader catch his princess?" Nam asked, raising an eyebrow as she gave Becky a teasing smile.

"Oh, he did," Becky admitted with a laugh, leaning into Freen's side. "But I let him."

"Sure you did, Becbec," Kade teased, crossing his arms. "And you two weren't being cute at all, were you?"

"Not one bit," Heng added with a smirk.

Freen rolled his eyes, pulling Becky closer. "Jealous much?" he shot back, smirking when Kade stuck out his tongue playfully.

"We're just happy our Bunny found his Princess," Irin said, her eyes sparkling with genuine warmth.

Becky felt her heart swell with happiness. Being part of this strange yet loving family had filled a void she hadn't even realized existed. She glanced up at Freen, who was watching her with a look that made her blush, and she knew, without a doubt, that this was where she belonged.

As the evening stretched on, the group shared stories, played games, and teased each other relentlessly, the sound of their laughter filling the mansion. Freen never let go of Becky's hand, and she never stopped smiling.

The night ended with everyone gathered around the fireplace, wrapped in blankets. Freen had his arms around Becky, who had fallen asleep against his chest, her fingers still laced with his. Freen rested his chin on her head, watching the flames flicker and dance, feeling a sense of contentment he hadn't known was possible.

"Goodnight, Princess," he whispered softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I love you."

And even though she was half-asleep, Becky mumbled a sleepy, "Love you too, Bunny," before snuggling closer, her breathing evening out as she drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Their friends, huddled around the fire, exchanged soft smiles, knowing that they were witnessing something truly special—a love that had grown through hardships and challenges, now blossoming into something beautiful and enduring.