You emerged from your bedroom as you heard a light knock on your front door, followed by the ring of your doorbell. Rafe must’ve got here already.

You were already in your pajamas, your face bare from any makeup, just how Rafe liked you. But you weren’t trying to impress him, you really were just trying to be content in the comfort of your home.

You opened the door, revealing Rafe holding your two year old son. Rafe smiled sheepishly as he held out a new Chanel bag for you to take. “I got you something…”

You eyed him unamused, your jaw clenching slightly. “You can’t keep buying me stuff.”

He continued to stare at you, his eyes refusing to break eye contact. They were wide and clearly in awe. He was still smitten. But, this wasn’t your first rodeo. Rafe has a habit of using the puppy look when he wants his way. “Why not?” he questioned, tilting his head slightly.

“Because that’s not how this works.”

Before he could open his mouth to reply, your stern expression turned into one of excitement as you happily greeted your son, who was already giggling and holding his hands out for you. You carefully took him from Rafe’s arms, holding him in your own.

“Can I come in?” he asked cautiously. Once you gave him a nod, he quickly stepped in, closing the door behind him, the cold, night air pulling off from prickling onto your bare skin. “Do you need or want anything? Name it and you got it.”

You shot Rafe a weirded out look as you gently bounced your son on your hip.

“I’m serious.” he insisted.

“I know you are.”

You rolled your eyes before heading to your son’s room, taking a few minutes to finally put him to bed. Once he was down, you made your way back to the front area.

“C’mon, just move back in with me.” As soon as you were in reach, Rafe gently grabbed your hand, drawing you closer to him. “And why would I do that?” you furrowed your brows, looking up at him unsure.

Rafe’s shoulders slumped, his look defeated. His arms wrapped around your waist.

“Just take me back already. I miss you.”