The Come Back

The Come Back pt. 3

No one's POV:

"It's good to be back."
Her words flashed a huge smile from him.

"So you'll be sticking around for a while? It's not just a visit until you go back to Florida?"
Margo's smile halted, her hand drawing at his short, dark hair.

"What about Florida? That's not home." Quentin frowned, his confusion obvious to Margo. She sighed before placing a loitering kiss against his lips and stepped away to grab her bag.

"I'm staying with you. I don't want to be apart anymore." She couldn't meet his eyes as she admitted this, her eyes looking to the flowers in her hands.

"Plus, I need a new location for writing inspiration. Boston is most definitely not made out of paper." She shot him a smirk as she walked away.

It took Quentin a moment to fully process her words, but when he finally did, he couldn't contain his excitement.

Margo smiled brightly when she felt a pair of arms warp around her stomach and a genuinely happy voice in her ear, "You mean it?"
She rested her hands over Quentin's, interlacing their fingers together.

"Yes," she promised. She squealed when Quentin lifted her into the air, repeatedly exclaiming "no way" over and over again.

She turned around, silencing him with a kiss that he returned. "Way," she joked after they pulled apart.

With a huge grin on his face, Quentin kept one arm wrapped around her waist and continued to walk through the airport with her by his side.

"I can't wait to show you the city. You'll love the Commons, the aquarium, Prudential Center..." He leaned forward to kiss her temple.

"You'll love everything. You might not want to go back to New York ever again."
Margo rolled her eyes, grazing him gently in the stomach.

"Like I said, I'm done with New York for a while. My boyfriend is in Boston anyway."
Quentin's eyebrows rose at the title.

He almost pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "Did Margo Roth Spiegelman refer to me as her boyfriend?" He asked dreamily.

His old school crush and long-time love for her materialized in that moment, showing his inability to believe it all.

Margo sighed, "That's not the right question." She leaded them to the side of the airport, away from the crowds rushing towards the exit.

"The real question is will Quentin Jacobsen allow me to be his girlfriend?" Releasing a trembling breath, Margo rested her hands against Quentin's chest.

"You spent so much time dreaming about me when in reality I was never worthy. But I'm hoping you'll give me a chance anyway."
Quentin could barely come up with a valid response to her statement.

"Are you kidding me?"
With a serious expression, Margo persisted. "Nope." She dropped to one knee, holding the flowers Quentin gave to her against her chest.

"Quentin Jacobsen, will you do me the honor of becoming my boyfriend? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, and perhaps law breaking? Forever and ever until the zombie apocalypse?" Quentin grinned, choking a laugh at the small crowd that had gathered around them, truly thinking she was proposing to him.

"Do you even have to ask?" He held out his hand, "Come here," he gestured.

"Not until you say yes to me, mister." Margo smiled at his blooming cheeks.

"Yes," he announced with his arms raised.

Margo lifted her own arms, expressing her happiness, "YES!" She jumped up and faced the audience that gathered,

"He said yes!" The audience fell into a wild applause as Quentin wrapped his arms around Margo, pressing his lips against her neck before whispering in her ear,

"You are crazy, Spiegelman."
Margo whipped around, "Crazy for you, Jacobsen. Just for you." She smiled elated at him, before closing the distance between them.

She kept smiling through the kiss, kissing him harder when she heard Quentin mumble something against her lips.

"Hmm?" She pulled away slightly, waiting for him to repeat the words.
Quentin cupped her cheek,

"I love you. So much."
Margo kisses his nose, returning the words without any hesitance.

"I love you. I'm glad to be back."
They shared one more smile before Quentin grabbed her bag, slinging it across his shoulder, and holding out his hand.

"Shall we?"
Margo placed her hand in his, interlocking their fingers together, "We shall. Where to first, my cute little ninja?"
Quentin smiled, "Everywhere."
Margo grinned,

"That's what I like to hear." She presses her lips against his shoulder before resting her head there.

The two of them walked hand in hand towards the exit and onto their next adventure. Together.
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The End ^^
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