Fault 2 // Denis Stoff

T w e n t y - F i v e

Three weeks later// 10:45pm.

These past few weeks have been amazing. I really thought I'd be down forever due to missing my child. Of course I still do, but I'm learning to get by. It's all because of Denis.

I feel happy.

I've got to experience a lot, observe everything. I've learned to take in my surroundings and appreciate them.

Honestly, I'm scared. I'm scared because I think I love Denis. Just like I used to, but with more compassion.

It's the little things that make my head dizzy, it's the way he pulls me closer and kisses me when I'm complaining about the silliest things.

It's the way we both accept each others flaws, we except each other and I appreciate that more than he'll ever know.

This time around we have an extra addition, Matty. I'm really excited to begin a life with him and our child when tour is over. Properly. No nannys, no fighting, no media, just us.

Lana, Den and Matty.

We've been talking about it a lot lately, he's going to stay with us for a while in LA.

"Please don't fall asleep cuddling my leg." Denis giggled as he ran his hands through my newly dyed hair.

"Mhm, I'm not. Don't worry." I chuckled.

I had decided to change my hair, blonde was getting boring. So I switched to black.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked.

I turned a little, leaning on my elbows as I looked up at Denis and smiled softly.

"Just us, I'm really happy. I don't know."

"Me too, I feel like this time round won't be as toxic." He sighed happily.

"We've both grown up I guess." I shrugged.

"I'm glad." He chuckled, "we were the worst."

"You're telling me?" I quietly giggled, "We fought every day."

Denis shook his head and laughed. A million memories flashed through my mind. I couldn't help but keep smiling. I felt like a little girl who has fallen in love for the first time.

Maybe I still am that little girl, Obviously I've grown up and that sucks. I'd do anything to go back and embrace my teenage years. Although I am only 23. I'd love to go back and experience the old treehouse dates me and Denis would have when we were 12.

At the time, we were too 'cool' to date. So we brought a bunch of my moms fancy dresses up and cut them up and 'performed.'

I chuckled, "remember when we used to play dress up with my moms dresses?"

"Oh my god!" Denis snickered. "And I would sing and you'd pretend to be a fan."

"Good times." I giggled. "Well, it did come true. Except you don't wear purple sparkly dresses."

"I should. I think I'd look hot." He joked.

"Dork." I snorted, cuddling closer to him as I laid my head on his chest.

A moment of silence passed by until Denis spoke up.

"Lana?"

"Mhm?"

"This is probably gonna sound idiotic, but would you like, be mine again?" He whispered.

"I'm already yours Denis. Always have been."

He smiled, "I mean, would you be my girlfriend. Again. I wanted to take you out and such first but- I don't know the time feels right."

A grin spread across my face as I locked eyes with den.

Did I want commitment again?

"Of course. I'd love that." I beamed, leaning up and kissing him passionately.

For the first time in a long time, it was a proper kiss.

I couldn't help but smile, as did Denis.

"I think I love you again." I mumbled, biting my lip.

"I never stopped loving you."