Rafe Cameron Imagines

Chasing Trouble🤍

The door to the country club creaked open, and you skipped inside, twirling once just to feel the flowy hem of your dress spin. You were on a mission: find Rafe.

Rafe Cameron was your boyfriend, though most of the time he acted more like your grumpy babysitter. Not that you minded—you loved how he tried to be all tough and broody, even when you pushed all the buttons he didn't know he had.

You found him sitting at the bar, sipping a glass of bourbon, his brow furrowed in what you liked to call "Rafe Serious Mode." His broad shoulders were tense, his jaw set, and his eyes locked on some document in his hand.

Perfect timing.

You crept up behind him, stifling a giggle, and then dramatically flopped onto the stool next to him.

"Rafe!" you sang, drumming your fingers on the counter. "Guess what I did today!"

He didn't look up. "What did you do?" he asked, his tone flat but not unkind.

"I saw the cutest puppy at the park. It had little brown spots, and its tail wagged like this—" You waved your hand frantically in the air to demonstrate. "We should get a puppy, Rafe. Imagine how cute it would be in our Christmas photos!"

Rafe exhaled through his nose, finally glancing at you. "You barely remember to water the plants. How would you take care of a dog?"

"I'd be a great dog mom!" You pouted, crossing your arms. "You're so mean sometimes."

His lips twitched, almost like he was fighting a smile. "I'm not mean. I'm realistic. And anyway, I thought you hated picking up after things."

"I don't hate it," you argued. "I just... strongly dislike it. There's a difference."

He shook his head, clearly amused now, and reached over to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "You're exhausting, you know that?"

You grinned, leaning into his touch. "But you love me anyway."

"Unfortunately for me."

His teasing only made you beam brighter. You leaned forward, resting your chin on your palm, and stared at him with exaggerated adoration.

"Rafe, do you think we'd be good parents someday?" you asked suddenly, your voice softer now.

The question caught him off guard. He set down his glass and studied you, his usual bravado melting away for a moment.

"You mean, like, actual kids?"

You nodded.

He hesitated, his fingers tapping against the counter. "Yeah," he said finally. "I think we'd figure it out. You'd probably spoil them rotten, though."

"Of course I would!" You laughed, reaching out to poke his arm. "And you'd be the grumpy dad who tries to act all strict but secretly sneaks them candy when I'm not looking."

Rafe chuckled, shaking his head. "You've got it all figured out, huh?"

"Obviously."

He leaned in closer, his gaze softening. "You drive me insane, you know that?"

"Good." You smiled sweetly, leaning in to steal a quick kiss before hopping off the stool.

"Where are you going now?" he asked, his tone exasperated but affectionate.

"To find a puppy!" you called over your shoulder.

"Absolutely not!"

His voice echoed after you, but you knew he'd follow soon enough. He always did.