she gazes at him for a moment, shocked into silence for once in her life. juniper is just as tired as he is, if not more. shoulders sagging, she brings her hands up to tug at her hair, sighing quietly. “ugh.” lips pouty as ever, the blonde can’t help but be fucking ecstatic that he left her. that he came after her instead of staying with rose– but that’s so selfish. she doesn’t want to feel that way, doesn’t want to be happy about it. she wants to tell him to go home, to apologize to rose and marry her and have kids and– BUT SHE CAN’T.
she just fucking can’t. he’s hers, he’s finally fucking hers and that’s all that matters as she shakes her head in response to what he’s saying. “no. i was never going to be satisfied with ari. i wasn’t ever going to be as happy as i could be, he doesn’t– he didn’t make me happy. not even close compared to the way you make me feel.” her voice has softened considerably, her entire demeanor has, and she looks up at him with gentle eyes through dark eyelashes. although soft, also timid, shy, unsure, insecure. “are you sure?” she murmurs, taking a small step forward and tucking her hair behind her ear before biting down on her lower lip nervously. “it’s not too late to go back.”
“ I don’t want to go back, ” he wanted to say he didn’t have anything to go back to, but dylan really didn’t want to go back. this -- this tiny girl with the soft, pouty lips and short limbs -- was his everything now. his present and future, finally. “ I just wanted you happy, june. I didn’t care with who.” he took another step closer, and hesitantly took her hand in his, her other hand followed. his tired eyes dropped to look at how her hand was placed on top of his while the other curled under and in his bruised fist. he smiled, thinking of how it could resemble him, her and percy, their daughter -- their broken, but loving family.
dylan’s free hand slipped to grab the small of her back and pull her closer to him, he sighed, still staring at their hands between them. “ but I do now -- and I want you to be happy with me. ” he looked up to her, his eyes begged and pleaded, the corner of his lips tugged up with a soft smirk. “ if you’d let me be more than a friend, and a god-daddy, of course. ” his hand then slid up to the side of her face, his thumb caressed her soft cheek, “ or I could be just that.” he whispered, sighing as he gazed at his manic pixie dream girl. she’s a mother now, but she’ll always be his girl. his rebel child, and he’ll always be her wonder boy -- and her man. literally always, this time. “ I could be whatever the fuck you want me to be, I’m y o u r s. ”















