Everest moves in with her future fellow firefighter who just so happens to be her best friends brother and her frenemy.
When they're at work one day and there's a baby drop off that turns out to be his kid, will they work together to help eachother...
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When I wake up the next morning, I feel a slow breathing against my neck and a heavy arm still draped over my stomach. I turn my head slightly to see Matt still asleep behind me and I can't help but feel content and somewhat proud.
I know what a big deal this was for him to stay and the fact he's actually slept is an even bigger deal. I honestly thought at some point during the night he'd leave, which I'd have been fine with. I wasn't going to push him if he wasn't comfortable but he's still here, with me.
It's hard to believe yesterday I was pissed at him for slut shaming me. It pissed me off, of course it did but with one gesture I'd completely forgotten about it. He's turning my brain to mush.
I turn my head a little more and look at his sleeping features. His dark hair is still somehow perfectly framing his face while mine looks like it could habitat a flock of birds. His mouth is slightly pursed allowing oxygen to flow in and out.
"You know, if I was staring at you while you were asleep, you'd either punch me, poison me or call the police." I hear him mumble, pulling me closer to him. Thanks to our huge height difference, my ass is pressed against his stomach slightly and I curse the fact he works out almost every day because now all I want to do his explore what's underneath his shirt.
"You stayed." I whisper, like I still can't believe he stayed the whole night.
"Odd." He replies and I slap his shoulder causing him to let out an amused breath.
He opens his eyes and looks down at me with a heated gaze causing my breathing to just pause.
"Did you sleep?" I ask, my almost cracking and I hope he doesn't notice but the small smirk on his face says otherwise.
"Yeah. I did."
Thank god for that because if he sat here all night without any sleep I'd feel guilty for forcing him to stay. His eyes scan my face with the same small smile on his mouth. He looks...content. The anxiety I saw last night hasn't left a trace at all. His eyes flick up to my hair that is a mess, don't ask me how as far as I'm aware I didn't move in my sleep but being Italian is a pain sometimes.
"Keep still." He mutters. "There's something in your hair."
He lifts a hand up and pulls something from the front of my hair that looks like fluff and then lets it fall to the floor behind me.
"Must have been a bird feather." He jokes and I sit up, slapping his shoulder again.
"I don't think you realise that I actually have dried crickets in this house so I will put them in your food." I say, pushing myself to stand.
"Why do you have dried crickets?"
"Ivan dared us all to try one months ago and I packed them when we moved here." I reply simply as Aida begins crying. "I'll get her, you can go change. You've got a grocery store trip to do."
