𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒚| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 2

Learning Some Love Language

AN: Translations are from Google Translate so I apologise if they're not perfect or correct😅
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Leon's POV:

The bar is looking pretty full tonight, especially since it's only a Thursday. I sigh into my drink before taking another sip, determined to go slow and steady to make it last. Chris however chugs half his beer before stretching in his seat, letting out a long sigh whilst doing so.

I lean on the table, grateful we claimed the corner so all the entertainment we need is just a distance away. I watch everybody doing their thing whilst my mind drifts to my girlfriend, wondering what she's up to with her friends right now. Lately our relationship hasn't been the best, sure we love each other and nothing has changed in our feelings, but our relationship just feels...stuck. We haven't progressed as such to anything further, and sometimes it feels less passionate as it used to be.

I sigh, watching a couple laugh and kiss and laugh, completely dazed and obsessed with each other. "How'd they do it?" I randomly ask Chris, who arches a brow in confusion at me. "How do you keep that same energy going?" I add, discreetly nodding at the couple.

Chris turns in his seat to look at what I mean, then his lips quirk into a knowing smile as he replies "You gotta keep them on their toes. Ladies love it when you shake things up and keep the romance as fresh as the first flirting." I nod, making sense of his slightly drunken yet useful advice.

Another hour passes of idle chit chat and mostly me thinking of different ways I could impress Y/N, and by the time Chris and I say our goodbyes I've got an idea...

It begins almost immediately when I get home before Y/N. I download an app and register for a month long online language class, thankfully it's all digital so I don't have to actually talk to anyone. There's obviously a variety of languages to learn, but I end up going with Italian since my mom and dad had roots there. The learning begins the next day, sneakily I do the quizzes and classes when Y/N is busy or asleep, and thankfully I'm a quick learner, by the two week mark I've already learnt a few phrases.

I implement my first one when Y/N is cooking us dinner. She's stood at the counter chopping some vegetables when I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her body, inhaling her scent as I bury my nose into her neck, smiling as she tilts her head back and looks at me. "What're you cooking tesoro (sweetheart)?" I ask, watching as her brows knit together but her lips part just the tiniest bit.

"Just some soup since it's a little cold today." She replies with a small smile, I nod and kiss her cheek, giving her a final squeeze before helping out and taking the knife from her, she's capable but I'd rather her not risk hurting herself, so instead she begins stirring something else.

The lessons continue, and my knowledge grows. By the end of the month I'm fairly fluent in the basics, and can confidently remember and say the phrases I know would have her melting. The second time I speak Italian to her is when we're taking a bath together. Y/N sits between my legs, her head against my chest as she lazily draws bubbly circles on my chest with the tips of her fingers, raising goosebumps on my skin from the comforting yet intimate gesture.

I rub her back in return, desperate to touch her and feel her against me. "Sono così innamorato di te, mia bellissima futura moglie." (I'm so in love with you my beautiful future wife.) I whisper softly, kissing the top of her head as she gives me that confused look I find fucking adorable.

"What does that mean? I know it's Italian." She mumbles, looking up at me as I gaze down at her, feeling so in love I can't breathe for a few seconds. I shrug and smirk, earning a playful swat from her as she sits up, turning her back to me. I laugh and flick some water at her, which eventually turns into a messy, bubbly waterfight and a quick trip to the bedroom where we truly battle it out.

Once dressed in the bare minimum and under the covers of our bed, Y/N's body nestles into mine as I spoon her, keeping her close to me in case anything tries to steal her away from me. Her breathing slowly evens out and I can't help but to watch her peaceful face, wondering how I went from the unluckiest man alive to being happier than I ever thought possible. "Sei così perfetto." (You're so perfect.) I whisper, kissing the back of her shoulder then closing my eyes.