C h a p t e r E i g h t y - S i x

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Y/n's POV:

Opening the door, Rafe holds me by my waist as I see a little-brown haired girl with raking-emerald eyes as she smiles at us, I smile back,

Next to her, her mother who smiles as well,

'Please, come in...' I invite them, Sophia paces towards Rafe and looks up at him,

'I like your eyes.' She suddenly utters, chuckling, he smiles faintly and nods,

'I know.' He says, smirking, I widen my eyes at him as he sighs and rolls his eyes,

'Your eyes are nice as well, I guess.' He responds,

'I know.' She smiles, repeating his line as he chuckles and looks at me, I smile and welcome he mother in, Amber...

'Thank you so much, I won't take long.' Amber says,

'Of course, it's fine, don't rush it.' I respond, as she briefly notifies me on the essentials that Sophia needs supervised,

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'Right, got it, I'll make sure that all of it is done.' I smile,

'Great, thank you, if what, call me.'

'Fantastic, good luck.' I respond, no lining on her job interview as she smiles, nodding...

Walking out, Rafe closes the door and turns around, looking at me, he leans over the counter,

'Can't we just tell her that it's her bedtime and that's it?' He asks, the opaque faith in his voice makes me chuckle,

'We have to feed her, tell her a bedtime story and that's it.' I reassure as he sighs,

'I am not reciting some petulant story Y/n.'

'I'll do it then.' I mumble, turning around and turning on the stove,

I feel his arms wrapping around my waist, his lips gingerly against my ear,

'Do not turn away from me.' He warns, kissing my cheek afterwards, his reformed raking will remain solid,

'Can we play board games please?' Sophia asks as I hear Rafe sighing against my cheek,

'Yes, of course, love, could you please stir the water, I sprinkled some salt in there.' I offer the spoon to Rafe as he glances at me,

'I can go and get it.' He says, as I smile and kiss him on his cheek,

'It's alright, there are some in the cupboard, I can fetch some quickly.'

I walk off, pacing towards the cupboards...

Rafe's POV:

I watch as she delicately walks away,

The way her hair flutters is making me stare,

'You are in love with her.' I hear the little girl mutter to me as I look at her,

'I know I am.' I respond, examining the way Y/n picks out the board game,

'Do you want to marry her?' She asks once again as I cannot suppress the smirk,

'I will marry her.' I respond...

I know I will, I will do anything for her...

'There's a boy in my class that I sort of fancy, but he's a prick.' She says as I chuckle,

'Boys are pricks Sophia, focus on school rather than them.' I respond...

'But you seem so in love with Y/n, I want him to be as well with me...'

'It's different Sophia, I've loved her for years, that boy sounds like he's just a prick...'

Y/n's POV:

Walking back, I notice Rafe's eyes on me, as I place the board game on the counter, walking towards the pot, noticing the way water is gurgling,

'Alright, perfect-thank you Rafe.' I mutter, feeling his eyes on me, my face heats up once again, 'we will play in a second, once I put spaghetti in.' I finish up.

'What is this game?'

'Pretty much, you write a term on the white board that will be attached to your head, as you can ask one question with an answer given of 'no' or 'yes', as the one who guesses their term first is the winner.' I respond, smiling at her whilst stirring the pot with pasta in it,

'Great!' She responds, pacing towards the box, however I notice the way her excitement led to not seeing the counter,

'Sop-'

I get interrupted by Rafe quickly catching her and preventing her from bumping into the edge,

'Fu-careful.' Rafe stops himself from swearing, as he moves her aside,

'Oh, thank you.' She mutters, pacing slower towards the box as she begins to open it up,

I beam at Rafe who sighs and rolls his eyes,

'Don't look at me that way.' He respond, planting a kiss on my head, as whilst Sophia is distracted by the game, Rafe slaps my arse, chuckling afterwards,

I gasp and glare at him, he is grinning like an interloper,

Bastard...

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