Aleheather (Complete)✔️

One Shot (4)

Requested by: MissySweetheart
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Title: Insecurities

Rating: K+

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"Hey, hot stuff."

"Who is that sexy man over there?"

"He has nice eyes."

"Oh my gosh, I LOVE his voice!"

Those were words Heather heard on a daily basis. And they were all about her boyfriend. Of course Alejandro would only acknowledge the comments with a short 'thanks,' but the fact that girls -and even some guys- were drooling over him really irked her. Heather managed to keep her jealousy to herself, but on a Monday evening, she was pushed to her limit.

Alejandro came home from work that day with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He walked across the house to the kitchen without saying a word. Heather got up and followed him just to see him throwing them away.

"...Who gave you those?"

Alejandro paused. Then he sighed, closing the lid. "One of my coworkers. She's new so she had no idea. I'm telling her tomorrow."

"Why didn't you tell her today?"

"I saw them at my desk after she left."

She rolled her eyes. "That was way too many flowers. And I saw carnations. You're allergic to those."

"I know, mi amor. That's part of the reason I threw them away."

She nodded with a pout. "What does she look like? Is she like, super pretty?"

"That doesn't matter, Heather." He walked over to her and gently rubbed her arms.

"Is she?!"

"Heather-"

"Ugh, this is like, the fifteenth girl that's hit on you this WEEK! And half of them look like super models! And they're so nice, and...ugh!" She shuddered.

"Heather! Don't worry about that! You know I think you're better than all the other women."

"But...but what if you find someone who's better? What if I'm not enough for-"

"Heather, shh." He planted a loving kiss to her forehead. "Other girls will never be better because they're not you. I love you. And you will always be enough for me."

She hugged him, resting her head on his chest. "I just worry about it though because they're always after you. It makes me so mad."

"Well," he smiled. "They can't have me because I'm yours, sí?"

She nodded with a small laugh.

"Don't worry, Heather. I love you, and only you. The others mean absolutely nothing to me."

She pulled her head out of his chest and kissed his lips. "I love you too, 'Handro."

"I love that nickname for me, mi amor. No other girl would sound so angelic calling me that."

"Write me a poem," she teased with a giggle.

"I will for Valentine's Day," he smiled.

"Alejandro, I was kidding."

"Too bad, I'm still doing it."

She blushed. "Oh my god..."

"It'll be the greatest poem in history! I'll even write a Spanish translation and read it to you in that because it'll sound more romantic."

"You're way too much," Heather laughed.

"Only for you."