Love and War.

LnW #7: Hermosa.

Sébastien was a nervous wreck by the time he finished work.

He didn't know what to do with himself, all he wished for was that tonight would go as smooth as possible.

He didn't have the slightest idea about what to do for the evening, he didn't want to do too much, but he also didn't wat to do too little. Who knew it would be this hard to impress a woman?

Sébastien ran a hand through his dark hair as he paced the kitchen. He muttered to himself in Spanish, balling his hands into fists. Just then Jaxon came in, with stacks and stacks of groceries.

"You need By help, boss?" he asked Sébastien.

Sébastien held a hand up in his butler's direction but continued his pacing and muttering.

"You know, you could just talk to me and I'll help you." Jaxon tries to get the muttering man's attention.

"Or just keep pacing a whole in the floors."

Sébastien sharply turned to face Jaxon, raised and eyebrow and smirked.

"I got it." he said. "Jaxon, I need your help." Sébastien said still grinning like a mad man.

"Anything you want, boss." he said putting the groceries away.

"First off, I'm going go need to prepare dinner for four, nothing too fancy but not too effortless either." Jaxon raised a brow at the man in front of him.

"Is there something I don't know about?" he asked.

"We're having guests over." Sébastien said.

Jaxon smirked as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Let me guess, it's the angel that has your mind occupied?" Jaxon teased knowingly.

"Jax, if I wanted to be teased about this, I'd go to Dean. You're supposed to be my wingman, the teasing is Dean's job." Sébastien said all too cocky.

Jaxon raised his hands in surrender. "What ever you say, boss. But just know, when that lady gets here I'll be teasing you alongside Dean." he turned around and walking behind the counter chuckling.

"I'll be counting on it, old man." Sébastien said, "Oh and one more thing, don't make dessert, I have something else planned for that." he winked and happily strutted out of the kitchen to his room.

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Haven was ready, well as ready as she could be for the given circumstances. She took a deep breath as she smoothed her hands over her white and purple sundress.

The purple flowers matched her nails perfectly. Her white wedge heels that wrapped around her ankles adding another five inches go her body length.

Her brown hair was in a French braid down her back and to top it all off, she wore a silver necklace that tied the look together.

"Don't you look gorgeous, sweetheart." Mister Ross said, admiring his princess.

"Thank you, papa." Haven said smiling down at her shoes. "You don't think it's too much?" she asked doubtful.

Mister Ross walked closer to her and took her hand in his. Twirling her around like he used to do when she was younger.

"I think it's just perfect, darlin'. You don't have to dress up to look beautiful, you could stalk the halls in you pj's and I'd still think you looked beautiful and so would any other man that knows how precious you are." Mister Ross drew her closer and gave her a tight hug along with a kiss on her head.

"That means alot, papa." she mumbled softly but the old man heard her.

Missis Ross entered the room and instantly halted in her step. Clapping her hands over her mouth as her eyes turned glassy.