Babs leaned against the doorframe, arms casually crossed as she watched you from a distance. You were trying to reach something on a high shelf—something you could barely reach on your tiptoes. Babs couldn’t help but smirk as you hopped up and down, determined to get it yourself, even when it was clearly out of your grasp.

Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Babs felt something warm flutter in her chest. God, I love her, she thought to herself, watching the way you scrunched your nose in frustration. There was just something about your stubbornness, your unwillingness to ask for help, that made her heart swell.

As you finally grabbed a small stool, standing on it in a precarious balancing act, Babs' eyes widened. The way you wobbled for a second, arms flailing slightly before steadying yourself, had her biting her lip to keep from laughing.

Then you turned and caught her watching, a sheepish grin spreading across your face as you held up the jar you'd been after. Babs felt her breath catch for a moment, her chest tightening in that all-too-familiar way. The way you looked at her, that mischievous glint in your eyes paired with that innocent smile—it was like the world stopped for just a second.

Yeah, I definitely love her, Babs realized with a soft sigh. She stood there for a moment longer, her expression softening as she watched you set the jar down, completely unaware of how much you were getting to her. Then, as if on cue, you tripped over the stool, managing to catch yourself before hitting the ground. You burst into laughter at your own clumsiness, shaking your head, and Babs couldn’t help it. She laughed too.

With a roll of her eyes, she pushed off the doorframe and walked over to you, her smirk still in place.

“You know, you could’ve just asked for help,”

She teased, gently reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. But her voice was softer than usual, betraying the tenderness she felt in that moment. She loved you, and the thought hit her again, stronger this time.