all mine.

seventeen.

One of the perks of dating Demitra was that she kept Atlas fed. Not just fed—well fed. Between her impeccable cooking skills and her insistence on checking in with, "Have you eaten today?" Atlas was starting to think she had hit the jackpot. It wasn't just the food; it was the care behind it. The quiet, thoughtful gestures that reminded her how deeply Demitra cared.

Like today, for instance.

Atlas was lying on her couch, half-asleep after a grueling hockey practice. Her legs were draped over the armrest, and she was still in her workout clothes, scrolling through her phone absentmindedly. She heard the faint jingle of keys in the lock and sat up just in time to see Demitra walk in, balancing a plastic bag and her oversized tote.

"Hey, baby," Demitra greeted, kicking the door closed behind her. She made her way over to Atlas, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

"Hey, mami," Atlas murmured, her lips curling into a lazy smile. "What's that?"

"Food," Demitra said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She placed the bag on the counter and started pulling out containers. "I figured you'd be too tired to cook after practice."

"You're the best." Atlas said, standing up and stretching before joining Demitra in the kitchen.

"I am," Demitra said smugly, opening a container of steaming pasta and setting it on the counter. "But you can keep saying it. Feeds my ego."

Atlas laughed, leaning against the counter as she watched Demitra work. Her girlfriend was effortlessly beautiful, even in her oversized sweatshirt and wild curls. It was moments like these that made Atlas feel like she was living in a dream.

"What'd you bring me?" Atlas asked, peeking into the containers.

"Pasta bolognese, garlic bread, and tiramisu," Demitra said, listing the items off like she was presenting a feast.

Atlas groaned in delight. "You're gonna make me gain weight, mami."

"Oh, please," Demitra said, rolling her eyes. "You're burning, like, a million calories a day on the ice. You'll be fine."

Atlas chuckled, but her smile softened as she reached out, pulling Demitra into her arms. "You didn't have to do all this, you know," she said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"I know," Demitra said, leaning into her embrace. "But I wanted to. You take care of me all the time, Atlas. Let me do the same for you."

Atlas didn't say anything, but the warmth in her chest spoke volumes. She tightened her hold on Demitra, resting her chin on her shoulder for a moment before pulling away.

"All right, let's eat," she said, grabbing two plates.

They sat on the couch together, their plates balanced on their laps as they dug in. The pasta was incredible, rich and flavorful, and Atlas didn't hold back her appreciation.

"This is so good," she said between bites. "You're like... wife material, you know that?"

Demitra snorted, nearly choking on her garlic bread. "Wife material?"

"Yeah," Atlas said, grinning at her. "I'm serious. You're over here cooking for me, taking care of me, looking fine as hell while you do it. What more could I want?"

Demitra shook her head, but she couldn't hide the smile tugging at her lips. "You're ridiculous."

"And you love it," Atlas said, leaning over to steal a kiss.

"Mmhm," Demitra hummed, pretending to be unimpressed, but the way she lingered in the kiss gave her away.

By the time they finished eating, they were both stuffed and curled up on the couch together. Atlas had her arm draped over Demitra's shoulders, and Demitra was scrolling through her phone, showing Atlas funny videos.

"Babe," Demitra said suddenly, her tone shifting.

"What's up?" Atlas asked, glancing down at her.

"Do you think we spend too much time together?" Demitra asked, her voice hesitant.

Atlas blinked, caught off guard by the question. "What? No. Why would you think that?"

"I don't know," Demitra said, shrugging. "It's just... sometimes I feel like I'm intruding. Like maybe you need more space or time to yourself."

Atlas frowned, sitting up a little so she could look at Demitra properly. "Mami, listen to me. You're not intruding. I love spending time with you. If I needed space, I'd tell you. But honestly? Being around you is the best part of my day."

Demitra's cheeks flushed, and she looked away, clearly embarrassed. "You're just saying that."

"I'm not," Atlas said firmly. She cupped Demitra's face, turning her head so their eyes met. "You mean a lot to me, Demitra. Don't ever think you're too much, okay?"

Demitra nodded, her eyes shining with emotion. "Okay," she whispered.

Atlas leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Good," she murmured.