Today had been a slow day. Just basking in each others silence, the occasional glance and smile. It was peaceful.

Well, that was until you broke the silence with a simple request.

“Babe, can you get my water, please?” You ask politely, briefly glancing up from your laptop to look over at Andrew, who is caught up in a book on the other side of the couch.

“Yeah, love. I got it.” He responds, taking a minute to finish reading his paragraph before reaching over to grab your cold water bottle from the coffee table, soon handing it over.

Andrew was expecting to be met with a simple ‘thank you’. But with your unpredictable self? That was absolutely not going to happen. He doesn’t even know why he still expects normalcy from you anymore. Not that he doesn’t like it, he does. You’ve got personality to you, no matter how weird.

“Thanks, babygirl.” You reply nonchalantly.

It takes Andrew a minute, but once he processed what you’d just called him, he looks at you with the sassiest side eye ever, an expression of bewilderment etched across his features.

“Did you just call me babygirl…?”