“love isn’t real, it’s just fantasy.” was something you’d said to james’ plenty of years ago.

and maybe it was true, maybe love didn’t really exist, but if it didn’t that wouldn’t explain the last few years.

james was persistent, that’s something everyone knew. even persistent enough to the point you sort of believed in love.

“do you still think love is a fantasy?” james mumbled, a smile on his face. the two of you were now watching your children play on a park.

“because if it’s a fantasy, then i sure as hell like this one.” he shrugged slightly, arm draped across your shoulder, sat beside you on the bench.

“i said that years ago,” your head shook, eyes rolling ever so slightly.

“yet, do you stick by it?” he rose a brow, passing your little girl her teddy.