You and Pope were in a healthy relationship like it was amazing. He was so sweet and caring like he promised.

You’re currently in his room, but then you have an idea. You decide to annoy him a little. Whenever he would hold you, you would push him away.

"Baby, come on..."

He groans, his handsome features scrunched up in annoyance. He tugs your hand gently again, trying to get you to lie down next to him on his bed. You can't help but smile, not moving.

"I’ve been waiting all day for you... i wanna hold you. Come on."

He said, whining a little. All you could do was giggle fondly, giving in and slipping into his arms, nuzzling into the warmth of his familiar embrace. God, you loved him so much..