More Than Words (a Pesy story)

You're a part of me now...

She pulls back quickly, looking me straight in the eye and biting her lip, as if she's worried about what she's done.

"Woah." Is all I can muster, with what I'm sure is a shocked look on my face.

"Is-is that a bad "woah" or like, a good "woah?'"

"Definitely a good one," I say with a smile, settling my own arms around her waist. "It was just- ah, just a surprise," I stutter out, giggling.

She laughs too, squeezing me in a tight hug. "Good."

"Good," I parrot, leaning my head against hers.

We straighten up when I'm startled by the sound of the fridge making ice. I look toward it briefly, and then look back to Perrie, who's wearing a radiant smile.

I just sigh, physically feeling my heart clench at how beautiful she is, and then start to giggle again.

Perrie joins in quickly, and we carry on a few moments, just laughing like idiots.

"Why are you so giggly?" Perrie asks me once our laughs come fewer and further between.

"I'm just really happy," I say goofily. "And maybe a liiiiiiiiiiiittle drunk. Both of which are entirely your fault."

She laughs. "I'll apologize for neither."

"Good," I say, still grinning like an idiot. "Perrie?"

"Yes, Love?" She asks, tightening her arms a bit where they sit around my waist.

"Will you kiss me again?"

She smiles big and shakes her head, almost like she can't believe it, leaning in again.

It's a short kiss, but longer than the last one, which I guess is all I can hope for. This is my favorite part of a new relationship, when the kisses are short and sweet and curious and still a little unsure. I'm not quite sure how long I've wanted to kiss Perrie, but now that I know what it's like I don't know how I can be expected to stop.

"We should probably finish up the pantry before Peanut gets back," she says, after a couple more kisses and a lot more giggling.

Part of me feels entirely ridiculous. I'm 27, I have a child, and I'm behaving like a nervous 15 year old. The other part of me is telling the part that feels ridiculous to piss off and let me have my moment.

"Okay," I agree, seemingly incapable of producing an answer that takes any sort of real thought.

"Alright, then," Perrie says, making no move.

I lean in and peck her on the lips once more before giving her a wink and going back to dusting the shelves.

"Pezza?" I ask, turning around. She hasn't moved.

"Yeah?" She asks, still smiling at me dreamily.

"I still can't find the pledge."

She laughs, and then reaches behind her to grab the aerosol and hands it to me.

"Thanks," I say.

"Sure," she says, mouth still fixed in a smile.

I'm useless from then on, and Perrie's not much better. We finish tidying and reorganizing the pantry, and then set about cleaning up the kitchen. It takes twice as long as it should 'cos we keep stealing looks and smiles and the occasional kiss.

We're just getting ready to order dinner when there's a knock at the door. I hadn't realized how late it had gotten, what with all of the excitement of this afternoon, but I'm happy to have my baby back. She hasn't left my side since her birth, apart from the few hours she spent in the hospital nursery, and I've felt sort of... odd without her all afternoon.