Dangerous connection (Freenbecky)

Chapter 33:

Back at Freen's mansion, the atmosphere had taken on a lighter, more relaxed mood after the tense scene at the coffee shop. The moment they returned, Freen couldn't bear to let go of Becky's hand, his possessiveness shining through even more than usual. Becky, ever understanding and patient, stayed by his side, her soothing presence like a balm to his frayed nerves.

The next morning, Freen woke up to find Becky already up and humming in the kitchen. She was making breakfast, carefully stacking pancakes on a plate. Seeing her in one of his oversized shirts, hair tied messily in a bun, made his heart swell with affection. Freen leaned against the doorway, watching her move with that innocent grace he loved so much.

"Good morning, Bunny," she said brightly when she noticed him, her face lighting up with a sweet smile.

"Good morning, Princess," he replied, moving to wrap his arms around her waist from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. "What's all this?"

"I thought I'd make breakfast," Becky said, giggling as he nuzzled her neck. "You've been taking such good care of me, I wanted to do something nice for you."

"You don't have to do that," Freen murmured, tightening his hold on her. "Just having you here is enough."

Becky blushed, turning around in his arms to face him. "Well, I want to," she insisted softly, standing on her tiptoes to peck his lips. Freen's lips curved into a small smile, his eyes softening at her sweetness. He loved how much she cared, how she always went out of her way to make him feel loved.

But just as she turned back to the stove, Freen's arms snaked around her again, pulling her even closer. "Nope, not letting you go," he said stubbornly, his voice low in her ear. "You're staying right here."

"Freen!" Becky protested, laughing as he spun her around and lifted her effortlessly onto the counter. "The pancakes—"

"Can wait," he interrupted, leaning in to kiss the tip of her nose. "Right now, I need to cuddle my Baby."

Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, but she wrapped her arms around his neck, indulging his neediness. "Alright, spoiled Bunny," she teased, running her fingers through his messy hair. "But I'm only letting you get away with this because you look so cute right now."

Freen chuckled, his forehead resting against hers as he gently rocked her back and forth. "I'm only cute for you, Becbec."

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, until Becky's stomach rumbled, making them both laugh. Freen reluctantly pulled away, helping her finish the breakfast. But even as they ate together, his eyes rarely left her, as if making sure she wouldn't disappear if he looked away.

After breakfast, they decided to relax in the garden, the late morning sun casting a warm glow over the mansion's lush grounds. Freen spread out a picnic blanket, and they settled down, Becky resting against Freen's chest as they looked up at the clouds. His protective arm was wrapped around her waist, keeping her close.

"I love days like this," Becky said softly, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Me too," Freen agreed, pressing a kiss to her temple. "As long as you're with me, every day is perfect."

She smiled, her innocent eyes sparkling as she traced patterns on his chest. "I love you, Bunny," she whispered, her voice soft and sincere. Freen's heart skipped a beat at the simple yet powerful confession, and he gently tilted her chin up, capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss.

"I love you too, Princess," he replied against her lips, his voice full of emotion. "More than anything."

They stayed like that for hours, talking about everything and nothing, laughing at inside jokes, and sharing random memories. Freen found himself lost in her stories, in the way her face lit up as she talked, the way she'd get excited over the smallest details. Every word she spoke made him fall deeper in love.

But then, Becky suddenly went quiet, her expression growing hesitant. Freen noticed immediately and cupped her cheek, concern etched on his face. "What's wrong, Baby?" he asked softly.

"It's just... I wanted to ask you something," Becky said, fiddling with the hem of his shirt she was wearing. "But I don't want you to get upset."

Freen's brows furrowed. "Hey, you can ask me anything. I promise I won't get upset."

Becky bit her lip, clearly nervous. "I was thinking... Maybe I could start working at the coffee shop again, just part-time?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Freen's protective instincts immediately kicked in, his grip on her tightening. "No," he said quickly, his eyes flashing with worry. "It's not safe. What if something happens to you?"

"Freen, it'll be fine," Becky said gently, cupping his face with both hands. "I miss working there, and I miss the regulars. And besides, Nop is there to help."

At the mention of Nop, Freen's jaw tensed, and his eyes darkened with possessiveness. "I don't like him," he admitted, his voice gruff. "I don't want him around you."

Becky's lips curved into a soft smile, and she pressed her forehead against his. "You don't have to worry about Nop. He's just a friend, and you're the only one I love. Please, Bunny? For me?"

He hesitated, battling his instincts to keep her close. But one look at her pleading eyes, those innocent, loving eyes, and he knew he couldn't deny her. "Fine," he relented, sighing in defeat. "But only part-time. And I want you to call me when you get there and when you leave, got it?"

"I promise," Becky said, smiling brightly as she kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Freen."

"You're too good at this," he muttered, shaking his head with a small smile. "You always get your way."

"Only because you love me," she teased, poking his nose playfully.

He chuckled, pulling her back into his arms. "Yeah, yeah. But you better be careful, Princess. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."

"I will," Becky promised, nuzzling into his neck. "And besides, I have you to protect me."

Freen's grip tightened, and he buried his face in her hair, breathing in her familiar, comforting scent. "Always," he whispered. "I'll always protect you."

The rest of the day passed peacefully, filled with stolen kisses and soft laughter. They spent the afternoon in the pool, with Becky playfully splashing Freen, only for him to catch her and pull her into a warm embrace. Later, they watched a movie in the living room, Becky curled up in Freen's lap as he absentmindedly played with her hair.

By the time evening rolled around, Freen couldn't imagine a life without Becky's sweet presence, her light filling every corner of his world. He knew he would do anything to keep her safe, anything to see her smile like she did now—carefree, happy, and full of love.

And as they fell asleep that night, wrapped up in each other's arms, Freen made a silent promise to himself. No matter what the future held, he would cherish every moment with his innocent and caring Becky, the girl who had stolen his heart and made him feel alive again.