The best thing that's ever been mine - John/Rose - R
Title: The best thing that's ever been mine
Author: naty_seixas
Beta: mrssnape13
Pairing: John Smith/Rose Tyler
Rating: R
Genre: Schmoop
Notes: Part of Smith and Tyler 'verse. Written for schmoop_bingo. Prompt: Spooning. Title stolen from a line of the song Mine by Taylor Swift.
Word Count: 2,707
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who
Summary: The best things in Rose's life are the unexpected ones.
Smith and Tyler extras: back stories, timeline and pictures of inspiration.
“So, Donna told me to bring my girlfriend to her engagement party,” John says after a minute of comfortable silence.
Rose raises an eyebrow and plays along.
“Hm, your girlfriend? I bet she's a smart and gorgeous girl,” Rose jokes.
“Nah, she's just a little minx who likes to make fun of me.”
She slaps his arm.
“You wound me, Rose!”
“You deserve it!”
“Hey, you're a minx, but you're my minx!” he nudges her with his shoulder, laughing at her.
“Do you want another slap?”
He shakes his head.
“Did anyone ever tell you that you're a violent person?”
“My karate teacher,” Rose says, nodding. She can see his jaw slightly open from shock.
“Your kara... Rose!” he cries indignantly when he sees Rose shaking with laughter.
“Your face!” she says, pointing at him and laughing harder.
“Why do you love to make fun of me?”
“Why are you so gullible?” she asks back. He glares at her and grumbles something about annoying girlfriends.
“Aw, don't pout. It's just too cute for words!” she says kissing his nose.
“I don't pout!” he shouts, horrified.
“You really do,” she tells him. “Anyway, I'd love to go,” she smiles at him and he shakes his head.
“I don't know if I want to bring you.”
Her smile falters and her grip on his arm loosens a little.
“Why not?” she asks in a weak voice.
“Because if you meet my sister, both of you will team up against me!” he says in a desperate voice. “It's like my nightmare coming true.”
Rose rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
“You have to accept that Donna and I are destined to meet and make fun of you,” Rose says, petting his hair.
“Ha ha”
“Sorry, John. You're stuck with me now.”
He gives her a little smile and tugs her arm.
“Come on, let's buy ice cream!”
Rose gives him an amused look and almost asks him if he ever eats actual food, but follows him instead.
-
Not so surprisingly, things escalate really quickly between them. After less than two months dating, Rose visits his flat and, obviously, they end up snogging on his sofa. So far, everything is pretty innocent between them. Of course, Rose knows John is an older man who has had women in his life before and probably lots of sex. Really good sex, if Rose can judge by the way he kisses and holds her. But sitting on his lap with his hand under her shirt, with him moaning her name and his erection poking at her bottom, she realizes what her situation implies.
Rose's acknowledgement of sex is limited to bad memories with Jimmy and a hand job in the back seat of a Torchwood car when she was seventeen. The moment Rose feels John fumbling to open the clasp of her bra, she panics and pushes him away.
“Rose, is everything okay?”
His voice is husky and his face is flushed. He looks sexy and ready to ravish Rose on his sofa, which makes her feel more stupid. If a guy asks her to go to his flat, it can mean only one thing. John wants to shag her and Rose doesn't know what to do about that.
“I'm a virgin,” she blurts out the first thing that comes to her mind. She almost slaps herself; she didn't want to say that. Not like this, at least.
Rose watches John's expression sober and he straightens his body, sliding his hand out of her shirt.
“Rose, if this is one of your jokes it's...”
“I'm serious right now,” she cuts him off.
Even Rose knows when not to make a joke. He looks very seriously at her and nods.
“Okay,” he clears his throat and moves Rose off his lap.
She sits beside him and tries to not feel rejected. He doesn't say anything, just stares at the floor, making Rose feel awkward.
“It's getting late, I should go,” she tells him.
“Rose...” he starts to say, but she gets up and interrupts him.
“No, it's okay. I've training tomorrow, so...” she lies and takes her handbag. “I see you later, okay?”
She gives him a weak smile and she's out of his flat before he can even say goodbye.
Rose wonders if this is the moment he'll realize that he needs a woman that matches his age and experience, not someone like Rose, who is barely out of her teenage years.
-
“Come on in,” Rose yells over the sound of her loud music.
She’s been awake for hours, but hasn’t left her room yet. Good Lord, she hasn't even brushed her hair or changed out of her cute Hello Kitty jimjams her mother bought her last week. She’s just turned her laptop on and started to paint her toenails on her bed while signing about shattered hearts. Whatever, her boyfriend rejected her the night before because she still has her hymen. She’s entitled to sulk if she wants to.
“You lied to me,” John's accusing voice makes Rose smudge her big toe.
She looks at his furious face staring at her from the doorway and her retort dies in her throat.
“About what?” she asks, uncertain.
“You said you have training today! What a surprise when I appeared there and your superior told me you only train on Mondays!”
“Well, it's not my fault you went after me,” she shrugs, reverting her attention to her big toe. She grabs her nail polish remover and cleans her damaged work.
“Rose,” his voice sounds tired when he calls her name.
“Yes?” she asks, her voice sounding a little too high-pitched to her own ears.
She starts to repaint her toe, trying to focus on something else, but John talks again.
“I'm sorry for yesterday,” he apologizes. “I didn't expect... You know?”
She sighs and closes her nail polish. She looks at him and she can see he feels guilty for his behavior. It isn't his fault that she has a couple of issues with men and sex. If it’s anyone's fault, it's Jimmy's.
“I don't want to have sex, not right now, at least,” she tells him, looking at her feet, afraid to face him. “Maybe we should stop seeing each other, if you don't... ”
“Stop right there, Rose,” he warns her.
He scratches his forehead, passing his hand through his hair.
“Listen, I'm sorry for my behavior yesterday. You caught me by surprise, that's all. I have never been with a virgin before and it's sort of intimidating, I guess,” he confesses. “I don't want to give up on us because you have one more membrane than I expected. I won't pressure you into anything you aren't ready for.”
Rose laughs at his crudeness, but she's satisfied with his answer. John smiles back and steps closer to her bed. He sits at her side and bends over to catches her lips on his own. He cradles her face between his hands and kisses her with a tenderness that Rose has never felt before.
“Now, I've got a question,” he mutters against her lips.
His mouth is exploring her jaw and neck slowly while his hands caress her waist.
“What?” she asks in a throaty voice.
He loosens his grip a bit and looks at her with a serious expression.
“Where on Earth did you get these horrifying jimjams?”
Rose is pleased when she hears the muffled sound of her pillow hitting his face.
-
After the initial shock wears off, John takes things rather well. Surprisingly, after a couple of weeks, Rose seeks to be more intimate with him. She suspects the way he respected her decision makes her lose her hesitation to do something more.
John's face when she tells him she wants more than just snogging is utterly cute. He looks very confused by her behavior.
“I thought you said you didn't want any sexual contact with me,” he says, looking unsure of what to say.
“I'm still not ready to go all the way,” she warns him. “But I'd like to do all the other things,” she tells him.
He gives her a smug smile and kisses her mouth, biting her bottom lip.
“Your wish is my command.”
That's how Rose ends up in his bed with his head between her legs, pleasuring her with his tongue and fingers. She moans and fists her hands in his hair, coming so hard in his mouth that her toes curl in pleasure. She kisses his damp lips with her wetness till he groans her name, pressing his hardness against her thigh.
“Teach me how to touch you,” she whispers against his lips, making him shudder.
Between moans, John instructs her how to use her lips and fingers to bring him to orgasm. She's surprised that she enjoys sucking him. She likes the way he fits in her mouth, how hard and soft he feels under her ministrations. She's very clumsy at first, but when she gets the gist of it, things go easier and it doesn't take him much longer to come. He looks tired and very satisfied when he finishes, Rose notices proudly.
She can't be the best lover he’s ever had, but she can learn how to become one.
-
When Rose finally has sex with John, it's everything she expects it to be and at the same time it's not. He's very attentive and knows enough of her body to make her shudder in pleasure. She doesn't feel any pain, just a sensation of being stretched when he's inside her, but it's gone in a couple of minutes.
They're so used to seeing each other naked that there isn’t any awkwardness between them. Rose is grateful they’ve spent weeks learning how they can pleasure each other. Everything just fits, like they're in sync. The sex becomes natural, comfortable and fun; exactly the way it's supposed to be according to John.
Overall, Rose can say her first time was perfect.
-
“Do you remember the first time we met?” John asks when they're walking hand in hand in her family’s garden.
“Of course, I do!” Rose says with a smile. “Dad gave a party and you were invited,” she remembers. “God, I was so nervous that I thought I'd fall or something.”
John laughs a little, but tugs her arms to stop in front of him.
“You know... I never imagined how important you'd become to me when I first took your hand,” he says, raising her hand to his lips.
Rose feels pleased by his words. John isn't known for his romantic side or being good at showing his emotions. They've been together almost four years and he’s only told her he loves her twice; both times because she almost died during her work. Yeah, she doesn't expect big gestures from him.
“Well, me neither. I mean, I was more worried to actually talk to you than daydreaming about you,” Rose confesses.
“Good to know your priorities,” he teases.
“Oh, shut up!”
“Anyway,” he cuts across her. “I brought you here because I want you to know that I...”
Rose smiles at his hesitation. She knows he has difficulty addressing his feelings for her, but she doesn't care. Some things don't need saying and she tells him so.
“John, I know,” she says, petting his hair. “I love you too.”
“I know you do. I do too, even if I almost never say the words,” he tugs his ear, nervously. “Still, what I'm trying to say is... I'm so glad I met you and I have the opportunity to be with you.”
“Me too,” she says with a high-pitched voice, making him give her a weak smile. Rose can see he's affected by his speech just like her.
“These four years have been amazing and...” he stops and takes a deep breath. “I hope you want to share the rest of your life with me,” he finishes holding out his hand, showing a beautiful ring in the middle of his palm.
Rose is truly speechless when she realizes John’s just proposed to her. John wants to get married. She never thought he'd want to do it. He doesn't seem the sort of man who would marry; he's more the type who would elope or move in together. But marriage? Never.
“Yes,” she says, emphatic. She giggles excitedly, her eyes never leaving the ring. “Oh my God, this is so beautiful!”
It's a silver ring with a little diamond in the middle, accompanied by two sapphires on either side. She loves how John knows her taste.
“Thanks,” she smiles at him.
“Give me your hand,” John tells her, looking pleased.
He takes the ring and slides it onto her finger when she puts her hand on his. Rose looks at her finger and thinks how the ring fits perfectly on her hand, like it's made only for her.
“We're getting married!” Rose cries, throwing her arms around his neck.
He lifts her up and spins her, laughing excitedly. She kisses his lips, muttering a 'thanks' against them before covering his mouth with hers again.
Rose puts his hand on his chest, above his heart. Feeling the fast beating of his heart against her palm, she realizes there's never gonna be anyone else in her life besides John.
Looking at his expression filled with love, she decides she's more than okay with it. Rose can't imagine her life without loving him.
-
They marry in the gardens at her parents’ house because it's the only thing John asks for. He wants to wed her at the place they first met and where he proposed. Both her parents are flattered to hold the party, even if her mother openly disapproves their choice to have a fun themed wedding.
Their family and friends know both of them love a good fantasy story, so no one is surprised when they choose to do an Alice in Wonderland inspired event. Rose, with John and Donna's help, has so much fun creating her own wedding. They pick a messy and colorful decor, full of pocket watches, teapots, teacups and saucers accompanied with red and white roses around the place. Rose lets John pick the menu because no one eats and knows more about tasty food than him. He buys a crazy cake that makes Rose laugh just imagining her mother's face. There's a lot of candy and little tea sandwiches, but her favorites are the cupcakes decorated with the lines 'eat me' and 'take one.’ Walking around her reception, Rose feels like she's in the real Wonderland.
“This is pure madness,” her mother complains when she sees the decorations.
“No, mum. This is me and John together,” Rose says with a fool smile on her face.
She can see John sitting at their family table talking with his granddad, wearing a Mad Hatter hat while he shares a pink cupcake with her little brother, Tony. Watching him from the distance, Rose can't wait to spend the rest of her life with him.
-
Rose wakes up with John trailing kisses from her neck to her ear. She loves to wake up and find his arm around her waist, all his front pressing into her back and his hand entwined with her own. Their bodies fit so well, like two pieces of a unique puzzle.
“Good morning, little spoon,” he whispers into her ear, making her giggle at the nickname.
“Good morning, big spoon,” she says lazily.
“Rose?”
“Yeah?”
“How long are you going to stay with me?” he asks seriously.
Rose smiles and brings their intertwined hands to her lips, kissing the ring on his finger.
“Forever.”
Author: naty_seixas
Beta: mrssnape13
Pairing: John Smith/Rose Tyler
Rating: R
Genre: Schmoop
Notes: Part of Smith and Tyler 'verse. Written for schmoop_bingo. Prompt: Spooning. Title stolen from a line of the song Mine by Taylor Swift.
Word Count: 2,707
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who
Summary: The best things in Rose's life are the unexpected ones.
Smith and Tyler extras: back stories, timeline and pictures of inspiration.
“So, Donna told me to bring my girlfriend to her engagement party,” John says after a minute of comfortable silence.
Rose raises an eyebrow and plays along.
“Hm, your girlfriend? I bet she's a smart and gorgeous girl,” Rose jokes.
“Nah, she's just a little minx who likes to make fun of me.”
She slaps his arm.
“You wound me, Rose!”
“You deserve it!”
“Hey, you're a minx, but you're my minx!” he nudges her with his shoulder, laughing at her.
“Do you want another slap?”
He shakes his head.
“Did anyone ever tell you that you're a violent person?”
“My karate teacher,” Rose says, nodding. She can see his jaw slightly open from shock.
“Your kara... Rose!” he cries indignantly when he sees Rose shaking with laughter.
“Your face!” she says, pointing at him and laughing harder.
“Why do you love to make fun of me?”
“Why are you so gullible?” she asks back. He glares at her and grumbles something about annoying girlfriends.
“Aw, don't pout. It's just too cute for words!” she says kissing his nose.
“I don't pout!” he shouts, horrified.
“You really do,” she tells him. “Anyway, I'd love to go,” she smiles at him and he shakes his head.
“I don't know if I want to bring you.”
Her smile falters and her grip on his arm loosens a little.
“Why not?” she asks in a weak voice.
“Because if you meet my sister, both of you will team up against me!” he says in a desperate voice. “It's like my nightmare coming true.”
Rose rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
“You have to accept that Donna and I are destined to meet and make fun of you,” Rose says, petting his hair.
“Ha ha”
“Sorry, John. You're stuck with me now.”
He gives her a little smile and tugs her arm.
“Come on, let's buy ice cream!”
Rose gives him an amused look and almost asks him if he ever eats actual food, but follows him instead.
-
Not so surprisingly, things escalate really quickly between them. After less than two months dating, Rose visits his flat and, obviously, they end up snogging on his sofa. So far, everything is pretty innocent between them. Of course, Rose knows John is an older man who has had women in his life before and probably lots of sex. Really good sex, if Rose can judge by the way he kisses and holds her. But sitting on his lap with his hand under her shirt, with him moaning her name and his erection poking at her bottom, she realizes what her situation implies.
Rose's acknowledgement of sex is limited to bad memories with Jimmy and a hand job in the back seat of a Torchwood car when she was seventeen. The moment Rose feels John fumbling to open the clasp of her bra, she panics and pushes him away.
“Rose, is everything okay?”
His voice is husky and his face is flushed. He looks sexy and ready to ravish Rose on his sofa, which makes her feel more stupid. If a guy asks her to go to his flat, it can mean only one thing. John wants to shag her and Rose doesn't know what to do about that.
“I'm a virgin,” she blurts out the first thing that comes to her mind. She almost slaps herself; she didn't want to say that. Not like this, at least.
Rose watches John's expression sober and he straightens his body, sliding his hand out of her shirt.
“Rose, if this is one of your jokes it's...”
“I'm serious right now,” she cuts him off.
Even Rose knows when not to make a joke. He looks very seriously at her and nods.
“Okay,” he clears his throat and moves Rose off his lap.
She sits beside him and tries to not feel rejected. He doesn't say anything, just stares at the floor, making Rose feel awkward.
“It's getting late, I should go,” she tells him.
“Rose...” he starts to say, but she gets up and interrupts him.
“No, it's okay. I've training tomorrow, so...” she lies and takes her handbag. “I see you later, okay?”
She gives him a weak smile and she's out of his flat before he can even say goodbye.
Rose wonders if this is the moment he'll realize that he needs a woman that matches his age and experience, not someone like Rose, who is barely out of her teenage years.
-
“Come on in,” Rose yells over the sound of her loud music.
She’s been awake for hours, but hasn’t left her room yet. Good Lord, she hasn't even brushed her hair or changed out of her cute Hello Kitty jimjams her mother bought her last week. She’s just turned her laptop on and started to paint her toenails on her bed while signing about shattered hearts. Whatever, her boyfriend rejected her the night before because she still has her hymen. She’s entitled to sulk if she wants to.
“You lied to me,” John's accusing voice makes Rose smudge her big toe.
She looks at his furious face staring at her from the doorway and her retort dies in her throat.
“About what?” she asks, uncertain.
“You said you have training today! What a surprise when I appeared there and your superior told me you only train on Mondays!”
“Well, it's not my fault you went after me,” she shrugs, reverting her attention to her big toe. She grabs her nail polish remover and cleans her damaged work.
“Rose,” his voice sounds tired when he calls her name.
“Yes?” she asks, her voice sounding a little too high-pitched to her own ears.
She starts to repaint her toe, trying to focus on something else, but John talks again.
“I'm sorry for yesterday,” he apologizes. “I didn't expect... You know?”
She sighs and closes her nail polish. She looks at him and she can see he feels guilty for his behavior. It isn't his fault that she has a couple of issues with men and sex. If it’s anyone's fault, it's Jimmy's.
“I don't want to have sex, not right now, at least,” she tells him, looking at her feet, afraid to face him. “Maybe we should stop seeing each other, if you don't... ”
“Stop right there, Rose,” he warns her.
He scratches his forehead, passing his hand through his hair.
“Listen, I'm sorry for my behavior yesterday. You caught me by surprise, that's all. I have never been with a virgin before and it's sort of intimidating, I guess,” he confesses. “I don't want to give up on us because you have one more membrane than I expected. I won't pressure you into anything you aren't ready for.”
Rose laughs at his crudeness, but she's satisfied with his answer. John smiles back and steps closer to her bed. He sits at her side and bends over to catches her lips on his own. He cradles her face between his hands and kisses her with a tenderness that Rose has never felt before.
“Now, I've got a question,” he mutters against her lips.
His mouth is exploring her jaw and neck slowly while his hands caress her waist.
“What?” she asks in a throaty voice.
He loosens his grip a bit and looks at her with a serious expression.
“Where on Earth did you get these horrifying jimjams?”
Rose is pleased when she hears the muffled sound of her pillow hitting his face.
-
After the initial shock wears off, John takes things rather well. Surprisingly, after a couple of weeks, Rose seeks to be more intimate with him. She suspects the way he respected her decision makes her lose her hesitation to do something more.
John's face when she tells him she wants more than just snogging is utterly cute. He looks very confused by her behavior.
“I thought you said you didn't want any sexual contact with me,” he says, looking unsure of what to say.
“I'm still not ready to go all the way,” she warns him. “But I'd like to do all the other things,” she tells him.
He gives her a smug smile and kisses her mouth, biting her bottom lip.
“Your wish is my command.”
That's how Rose ends up in his bed with his head between her legs, pleasuring her with his tongue and fingers. She moans and fists her hands in his hair, coming so hard in his mouth that her toes curl in pleasure. She kisses his damp lips with her wetness till he groans her name, pressing his hardness against her thigh.
“Teach me how to touch you,” she whispers against his lips, making him shudder.
Between moans, John instructs her how to use her lips and fingers to bring him to orgasm. She's surprised that she enjoys sucking him. She likes the way he fits in her mouth, how hard and soft he feels under her ministrations. She's very clumsy at first, but when she gets the gist of it, things go easier and it doesn't take him much longer to come. He looks tired and very satisfied when he finishes, Rose notices proudly.
She can't be the best lover he’s ever had, but she can learn how to become one.
-
When Rose finally has sex with John, it's everything she expects it to be and at the same time it's not. He's very attentive and knows enough of her body to make her shudder in pleasure. She doesn't feel any pain, just a sensation of being stretched when he's inside her, but it's gone in a couple of minutes.
They're so used to seeing each other naked that there isn’t any awkwardness between them. Rose is grateful they’ve spent weeks learning how they can pleasure each other. Everything just fits, like they're in sync. The sex becomes natural, comfortable and fun; exactly the way it's supposed to be according to John.
Overall, Rose can say her first time was perfect.
-
“Do you remember the first time we met?” John asks when they're walking hand in hand in her family’s garden.
“Of course, I do!” Rose says with a smile. “Dad gave a party and you were invited,” she remembers. “God, I was so nervous that I thought I'd fall or something.”
John laughs a little, but tugs her arms to stop in front of him.
“You know... I never imagined how important you'd become to me when I first took your hand,” he says, raising her hand to his lips.
Rose feels pleased by his words. John isn't known for his romantic side or being good at showing his emotions. They've been together almost four years and he’s only told her he loves her twice; both times because she almost died during her work. Yeah, she doesn't expect big gestures from him.
“Well, me neither. I mean, I was more worried to actually talk to you than daydreaming about you,” Rose confesses.
“Good to know your priorities,” he teases.
“Oh, shut up!”
“Anyway,” he cuts across her. “I brought you here because I want you to know that I...”
Rose smiles at his hesitation. She knows he has difficulty addressing his feelings for her, but she doesn't care. Some things don't need saying and she tells him so.
“John, I know,” she says, petting his hair. “I love you too.”
“I know you do. I do too, even if I almost never say the words,” he tugs his ear, nervously. “Still, what I'm trying to say is... I'm so glad I met you and I have the opportunity to be with you.”
“Me too,” she says with a high-pitched voice, making him give her a weak smile. Rose can see he's affected by his speech just like her.
“These four years have been amazing and...” he stops and takes a deep breath. “I hope you want to share the rest of your life with me,” he finishes holding out his hand, showing a beautiful ring in the middle of his palm.
Rose is truly speechless when she realizes John’s just proposed to her. John wants to get married. She never thought he'd want to do it. He doesn't seem the sort of man who would marry; he's more the type who would elope or move in together. But marriage? Never.
“Yes,” she says, emphatic. She giggles excitedly, her eyes never leaving the ring. “Oh my God, this is so beautiful!”
It's a silver ring with a little diamond in the middle, accompanied by two sapphires on either side. She loves how John knows her taste.
“Thanks,” she smiles at him.
“Give me your hand,” John tells her, looking pleased.
He takes the ring and slides it onto her finger when she puts her hand on his. Rose looks at her finger and thinks how the ring fits perfectly on her hand, like it's made only for her.
“We're getting married!” Rose cries, throwing her arms around his neck.
He lifts her up and spins her, laughing excitedly. She kisses his lips, muttering a 'thanks' against them before covering his mouth with hers again.
Rose puts his hand on his chest, above his heart. Feeling the fast beating of his heart against her palm, she realizes there's never gonna be anyone else in her life besides John.
Looking at his expression filled with love, she decides she's more than okay with it. Rose can't imagine her life without loving him.
-
They marry in the gardens at her parents’ house because it's the only thing John asks for. He wants to wed her at the place they first met and where he proposed. Both her parents are flattered to hold the party, even if her mother openly disapproves their choice to have a fun themed wedding.
Their family and friends know both of them love a good fantasy story, so no one is surprised when they choose to do an Alice in Wonderland inspired event. Rose, with John and Donna's help, has so much fun creating her own wedding. They pick a messy and colorful decor, full of pocket watches, teapots, teacups and saucers accompanied with red and white roses around the place. Rose lets John pick the menu because no one eats and knows more about tasty food than him. He buys a crazy cake that makes Rose laugh just imagining her mother's face. There's a lot of candy and little tea sandwiches, but her favorites are the cupcakes decorated with the lines 'eat me' and 'take one.’ Walking around her reception, Rose feels like she's in the real Wonderland.
“This is pure madness,” her mother complains when she sees the decorations.
“No, mum. This is me and John together,” Rose says with a fool smile on her face.
She can see John sitting at their family table talking with his granddad, wearing a Mad Hatter hat while he shares a pink cupcake with her little brother, Tony. Watching him from the distance, Rose can't wait to spend the rest of her life with him.
-
Rose wakes up with John trailing kisses from her neck to her ear. She loves to wake up and find his arm around her waist, all his front pressing into her back and his hand entwined with her own. Their bodies fit so well, like two pieces of a unique puzzle.
“Good morning, little spoon,” he whispers into her ear, making her giggle at the nickname.
“Good morning, big spoon,” she says lazily.
“Rose?”
“Yeah?”
“How long are you going to stay with me?” he asks seriously.
Rose smiles and brings their intertwined hands to her lips, kissing the ring on his finger.
“Forever.”