Fighting with him over a specific desk/parking space/table etc.
you know words wont do anything, you both really like that spot and would do anything for it.
playing a game of whoever gets there first gets the spot, so you two just keep showing up earlier and earlier to get your spot.
devolves into something atrocious like staying overnight at the spot to win the game.
if he does it and you catch him only to stop the game by not showing up early anymore or just getting a new spot.
the first time it happens, he feels victorious. he's a little suspicious, thinking you might be joking.
the second day he shows up early, half expecting you to be there, only for the spot to be empty.
he's confused. why aren't you there? are you sick? did something happen? are you dead? are you okay?
he hunts you down to question you, when he hears that you were worried as to how far the game was going, his heart melts a little. because, did you really care enough about him to put a stop to the game, or were you just being nice? either way, he feels touched.
he offers to give you the spot, if you decline he'll insist until you take it.
after that, he seems to always seek you out until you end up sitting together/parking next to each other or whatever else.
it takes him a while to figure out that he actually likes you, whether its platonically or romantically.
this is part 2 to "Light as a Feather" based off an ask from my 500 follower prompt list!
This is a Marc Spector x Reader Angst!
Warnings: Angst, no happy ending for Marc.
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It’s been years since you last saw Marc.
Nine to Ten years at least, but of course you could only remember only half of those, considering that you were one of the billions blipped by Thanos during the Battle of Wakanda. One moment you and Johnathan, your long term boyfriend at that point, were having tea and reading while it rained. The next thing you know it’s a completely different time of day and instead of one cup of freshly brewed black tea and a copy of “Oliver Twist” in your hands, you hold nothing. And your apartment was empty, and Johnathan was standing a bit aways from you equally confused.
Once you both were caught up on what had happened, a sick feeling wretched itself into your gut. Five years, five years had gone by and you had no idea what had happened. Johnathan had left to look for his daughter while you went to call your family in Chicago.
Your father had passed and your mother was still at home, having retired just a few years after the Snap. After making sure your siblings were alright as well, your fingers lingered on the call button after putting in his number. But called anyways, the dial tone only ringing for a few seconds before light breathing could be heard on the other side of the phone.
“Hello?” a tentative, posh british voice came through, you sighed a quiet sigh of relief in knowing he picked up. That somehow he had made it through the blip.
“Hi,” You said, “I’m sorry I must have dialed the wrong number by mistake.” Although you had met Steven, Marc’s alter, a few times throughout your friendship Marc had warned you to keep minimal contact with him. Saying that his life and Steven’s life should never become intertwined if at all possible. Hell he even paid rent for a flat a block away from the one he and Layla shared so that way Steven would never know.
“Oh,” his voice crackled, “sorry about that.” You couldn’t help but laugh, you just lied to him about calling the wrong number and yet he was the one apologizing.
“It’s fine,” you said, “have a good day Steven.”
“H-how did you-” You hung up before he could finish the question as you began to go down the list of people you wanted to check up on.
Later on that day you and Johnathan met in the park, where it seemed that stations were being set up for the people who got blipped. You and Johnathan sat next to each other on a bench, a trauma blanket wrapped around you both.
“Five years,” You said astonished, “I still can’t believe it.”
“Ava is fifteen years old,” Johnathan said, staring off into space with you, “she hardly remembered who I am.” you both just sat there, that sentence hanging in the air. The sun sets and the lights from the park light up as people continue to bustle around you. At this point you’ve seen maybe a few families being reunited in a heart wrenching sweetness as tears were shed. All of it was bittersweet, your family was way out in Chicago and Mira, Johnathan’s ex wife, kicked him out.
“(Y/n)?”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s get married.”
You looked beside you to see his gaze on you, the street light glaring off of the reflective surface of his glasses just a bit, but you could still feel his dark eyes and the serious nature of the question.
“What?” was the first thing to come out of your mouth, unfiltered.
“I’m serious,” Johnathan insisted, grabbing your hands in his large ones, “this isn’t about the five year blip or me being emotional right now. We just lost five years and I don’t want to lose another one without being married to you, or at least risk asking you knowing full well that you can say no.” He touched your forehead with his. “But please… don’t say no.”
You looked at him, truly looked at him, the way his hair fell in front of his eyes and his eyes were closed. You knew Johnathan well enough to know when he was trying to be brave, and right now you could see it. He was being brave by being vulnerable to you right now, this was him loving and trusting you enough to not break him. Something he rarely did, seeing as Mira nearly destroyed him. You smile as you bring his hand to your lips, kissing his knuckles before gently cupping his face, his thick beard tickling the palm of your hand.
“Yes.”
—
It’s been three years since you’ve come back from the blip. After taking some time to recover from the fallout, you and Johnathan worked for a while before being able to afford a small wedding. Johnathan had taken time to get to know his daughter again, and you spent time with Ava as well, she was a great kid. She was smart and confident. You and her had similar tastes in books, leaning more towards the classic romantic type. So you gave her a few Jane Austen’s and mixed in a few Emily Dickinson poems for variety. It was something you and her bonded over, and while you and Mira didn’t see eye to eye on some things, you tried your best to keep the relationship between you civil. For Ava’s sake at least.
However the gentle tussling from the crib next to you reminded you of the other reason you kept things civil with Mira. You let out a gentle smile as you saw your son's dark eyes staring widely at you, a gleeful, toothless smile stretched across his face as he saw you looking at him. He had been a surprise to say the least, Johnathan had nearly fainted from excitement though. He was doting and experienced in this, which you were thankful for. He loved your son very much, just as loved Ava, and honestly you were the same.
You placed the bookmark carefully inside your book to mark your place as you set it aside to pick up the giggling infant in front of you.
“Hey little one,” You cooed as you picked him up and placed him on your hip, “did you have a nice nap.” He clapped his hands excitedly as a response, he was always so lovely when he woke up from his naps. And for a baby, he was pretty even tempered, barely woke up in the middle of the night.
After changing him out of his sweaty onesie and diaper and changing him into a pair of fresh ones you made your way to the kitchen and placed him in the highchair and gave him a few toys to occupy himself with as you started on dinner.
You had no sooner put the water on to boil when the light ring of the doorbell rang through the house. You checked the time on your stove, only for your curiosity to grow further. It was far too soon for Johnathan to come home early, and even then he wouldn’t use the doorbell.
Making sure your son was alright you went to open the door, the frosted decorative glass on the wooden door obscured your vision of the person as you opened it to reveal the last person you expected to see.
“Marc?”
“Hey…” Marc greeted gruffly, “Do you mind if I come in?”
“Umm,” You were still processing the fact that he was there before you answered, “sure just leave your shoes on the rack over there.” You half expected him to put up a fight, saying that it was ridiculous, only to be surprised by compliance instead. He wordlessly toed his shoes off before placing them neatly on the rack and closing the door behind him. You backed up to give him some room to maneuver. The home wasn’t large, but it was enough. With a room for you, your son, and Ava when she stayed over. The living room was made for half tv half library, there was even a bookshelf in the dining room filled from floor to ceiling of your books. You would have loved more room, but based on the academia lifestyle you both lived and what you could afford at the time, the place was lovely.
“So wha-” You were cut off as two muscular arms enveloped you and the familiar smell of sea salt filled your nose. His embrace on your frame was firm and you knew Marc long enough to know that either he was dying or something absolutely terrible had happened.
Because he never, not even after you were blipped, visited you in person.
And he never initiated a hug between you and even if there was a hug it would be light, almost like he didn’t want to touch you. You tentatively wrap your arms around him as well and give him an almost awkward pat on his shoulder.
“Marc,” You said, “you’re scaring me.” You broke out of his hold easily after that. You put enough space between you so that you could look in his eyes. “What was that about?”
He didn’t answer for a minute, almost hesitating, before saying, “I don’t know,” He said, “I guess I missed you more than I realize.”
“Well it has been over a decade since we last saw each other.”
“For me it has,” Marc said soberly, “for you it’s only been seven or so years.”
“Still it’s been a while.” You said as you made your way to the kitchen, hoping that the water hadn't boiled over yet. You turn the stovetop off as you grab your son out of the highchair. “So what do you need?”
You enter the living room where he sat on one of the couches, his eyes focused on the ground. You casually waited for a reply, expecting something along the lines of Moon Knight related business, but you watched as he takes one shaky breath in before removing his eyes from the carpeted floor below him to you. You could see his eyes widen at the baby in your arms, looking widely at him, curiously. You saw him blink a few times.
“You have a kid?”
You laughed lightly as you lightly bounced your son getting an excited laugh from him.
“Yeah,” You sighed happily and looked at him, “his name is Jeremiah.” You make your way to place your curly haired son on the play mat in front of him.
You could see Marc staring at him, just as curious as he was, but you know Marc well enough to know when something was bothering him. His shoulders were forward slightly, almost huddling in on himself.
You casually sat beside him on the couch and watched as Jeremiah chewed on the teething rings in front of him.
“How are you and Layla doing?” You asked, genuinely wanting to know if Layla was alright.
“We uh,” He hesitated and was shifting his eyes away from you, “we aren’t on speaking terms right now.” You put a hand on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” You apologized.
“Don’t be,” He said, taking your hand off his shoulder, “it was my own damn fault anyways.” He fiddled with his fingers a second before asking, “where’s the father?”
“He’s at work actually.”
“Anyone I know?”
“You might remember him,” You say faintly as you remember the night you met Johnathan. “You saw him walk me home that night.” A silence hung in the air for a moment.
“Yeah,” He said, “I said he looked like he belonged at the bottom of a book avalanche.” You smile and giggle at the image that popped into your head of Johnathan getting into that very likely scenario.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” You said, “but why the hell are you here?” he was about to speak when you shut him up. “The truth this time.” Marc knew there was no way to win this fight. Not with you.
“I don’t know where else to go.” He said, “I don’t have anyone else but you.”
“You sure as hell don’t act like it,” You said as you let out a frustrated sigh, “same shit different story.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I called you after I got back from the blip, Steven answered, but later on, when you checked the news to see the snapped got snapped back you could’ve called me back. Talked to me. But you didn’t even care to send me a text message. I invited you to my wedding and you didn’t even show up.” Although you wouldn’t admit it it hurt when Marc didn’t show up it hurt. Marc hung his head in shame.
“Something came up.”
“Of course it did,” You replied as you breathed in deeply before letting out an exhale, trying to keep your temper in line. “Marc, if you’re looking for some kind of forgiveness I don’t know what to tell you.” You could feel his eyes on you as you kept watching your son play with the toys on the ground, completely oblivious to the somber tone of the conversation you were having.
“I forgive you,” You let out, “but you can’t keep doing this. I’m not just something you can drop and pick up any time you want…Not anymore.” You smile as you see your family portrait hanging off the wall. You, Johnathan, Jeremiah, and Ava. “I have others in my life now, those who depend on me, and I on them. My life doesn’t revolve around you anymore.”
Those final words hung there, heavy and you could see Marc shaking slightly. After a very long pause he spoke.
“I’m sorry,” he said so quietly. If you had not been right next to him you wouldn’t have heard him. “I’m sorry for everything I put you through, you don’t deserve any of it.”
“Thank you,” You said looking over at him and wrapped your arm around him in a half hug, “thank you for saying that.”
Time passed on and you decided to order dinner instead. You had asked Marc if he wanted to stay for dinner but he declined. Something about an early flight back to London in the morning.
Much unlike how he entered your life, that loud little boy that was your friend, he left your door quietly with a sad look in his eyes.
Marc didn’t know what he was looking for when he came there. When the blip happened, he knew immediately you were one of them. That you were gone, it ate at him, he started getting more reckless and more unhinged. He stopped pulling back punches, he wanted to make everyone suffer. The image of you dusting away haunted him, much like your smiles and laughter. It echoed through his brain, even as he laid next to Layla, his heart hurt.
What hurt the most, however, was how much more aware he was of how awful he was to you. He never texted you back, he didn’t even know you moved until a year had passed! He was cruel, keeping you close but never close enough to touch. He lied to you, he laughed at you, he manipulated you, and Marc felt sick to his stomach. Because you were never like that, not to him. You were kind, even as he was throwing up in the toilet hung over and shouting profanities at you, you stayed by his side so he wouldn’t be alone. You knew him, mind and soul. You accepted him for him, however broken and sharp his edges were.
Marc had known deep down that you loved him, people don’t stick around for that long and not love them in some way. And that terrified him, so he kept pushing the thought away and married Layla. It wasn’t until the last night he saw you, he made up some stupid excuses to see you. He didn’t realize he missed you until you were gone, and when he saw you that night. Your hair done up and a carefree smile on your face as you walked with the man beside you. Peppery unkempt hair and a thick beard. Glasses resting on the bridge of his hooked nose, the way you both talked to each other, like you had known this man just as long as you knew Marc. The way your eyes glittered when you saw him and the way Marc saw the connection between you two, the level of understanding that he knew he would never have with you or anyone. His heart pounded and he resisted the urge to punch the man's glasses off his face.
Marc thought he knew you, but you proved him wrong. You knew him, but he didn’t know you. It was like he was exposed, vulnerable, and he hated it. So he lashed out, like he always did and now he was paying the price.
When he saw everyone got snapped back that day, and that for the first time in five or so years, your contact came up in his call history. He hovered over the call button but decided against it, he didn’t want to call and have it be some sort of cruel hallucination. He didn’t think he could handle it.
Then the invitation to your wedding came, you and Johnathan Levy. He spent that day in bed, staring out the window, feeling like a coward. He couldn’t face it, so much was already happening in his life at that point. He had just defeated Ammit, Steven knew about him, Layla signed the divorce papers. So that white paper on his table mocked him, calling him out on being a coward, because rather than putting on a brave face and congratulating you, he stayed in London and did nothing.
The guilt ate him up, until there was nothing left. He tried everything he could, writing it out, talking to a therapist, but nothing helped. So finally, he listened to Steven and Jake and booked a plane ride to Boston.
He was at your front door for seven minutes before he finally had the gull to ring the doorbell. When you opened it, it felt like he could breathe. You were young, you both used to be the same age but the blip changed that. Your hair was longer than he remembered and you had this glow about you that you never had before. It wasn’t until later it was because you were finally happy.
His heart plummeted to his feet when he saw the baby on your hip, dark curls and eyes looking at him, reminding him that you weren’t the person you were all those years ago. You have changed.
As you both talked his mind wondered, if he had been kinder, if he had been better, if he was someone else. Maybe this could’ve been his life, that would’ve been his kid and you his wife. But that was a far off dream now, one that he could never have.
And as he closed your front door, after your talk, he told himself to let you go. He needed to let you go. You no longer needed him, you were finally happy and content, you made yourself a loving family and he needed to let you go.
But each step he took away from your door, memories of your life together, from children to fighting deities together, flashed. Made each step feel heavier than the last, all he wanted to do was beg on his knees and tell you he was sorry, over and over and over again until he felt some sort of weight being lifted off of him.
He closed his eyes and tried to remember the face you made, smiling as you held your baby in your arms, he tried to sear that into his memory. Every last detail.
And then, with a heavy heart, he got on the bus to the airport, knowing he would never see you again.
I’d LOVE prompt number 34 with Jonathan as a hopeless single dad and reader as Ava’s babysitter YOUR WRITING GIVES ME LIFE ILY <3
"how have you survived this long by yourself?"
Johnathan and Ava's babysitter
Johnathan Levy x Reader, no gender mentions apart from being called mommy once (not by Johnathan 😢)
Fluffy! Soft, first kiss into heated makeout sesh, kidfic (kinda)
34: "how have you survived this long by yourself?"
A.n.- not beta'd! Any mistakes are very much mine.
Johnathan walked through the door, hearing your singing drifting lazily towards the entry way from the living room, a disney song, probably one of the movies ava keeps asking to watch on repeat.
Walking into the hall, he watched you both sitting on the floor, with Ava between your legs and you brushing her hair, surrounded by dolls and plushies thrown about, still singing the same song...
"Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine" you sing out, humming along to the nonexistant melody, Ava humming with you slightly out of tune as you start braiding her hair.
He jumps at the sudden squeak of the toy he stepped on, unaware he was growing closer to the both of you, lured by the enchanting singing.
You and Ava both look up suddenly, startled by the sudden interruption and you watch Johnathan's face flush as he sheepishly smiles, looking like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
"Oh hey, Mr. Levi! You are kinda early today, everything alright?"
"Hi! Yeah! And none of that Mr. Levi stuff, youve been babysitting Ava for 2 years now! We are way past that point" he says with a smile.
You finish braiding ava's hair quickly while she struggles to get up and run to her dad.
"DADDY!! I missed you!" She yells and hugs him as he picks her up and twirls her around, both of them laughing.
"Hey kiddo, I missed you loads aswell! How was your day? Were you being good?" He asks as he sat her down, bending down to be on eye level with her, smiling widely.
"Yes, daddy, OFCOURSE I was behaving! Im not 6 anymore!" Ava says, rolling her eyes in exasperation. So much sass in such a little body, who knew 7 year olds were this brutal! "We went to the park and played for HOURS and then we went to get ICE CREAM!!! And we got TWO SCOOPS EACH! It was so awesome!!" Ava smiled, laughing when Johnathan tickled her with a mischievous smile.
"Then we came home and watched tangled 3 times!! And then we played a bit and ate dinner and I took a bath with bubbles and then she braided my hair while singing rapunzel's song!!!" She kept gushing with excitment.
Johnathan looked up at you who stood there with crossed arms, just watching the interaction with a fond smile. "Wow, that does sound like a very fun day!" Johnathan said, still looking at you, smiling softly.
"Alright, Ava, bedtime!" You tell her, making her pout. "But daddy just came home!!"
"Its okay bean, Ill put you to bed and you can tell me all the details about what you did today, okay?" He said, hoping to get Ava to comply. "Alright daddy, lets go!" She said, taking his hand and dragging him to the bedroom.
"Dont leave yet?" Johnathan says, looking over his shoulder at you. You smile and nod "I wont, dont worry".
You start tidying up the living room and picking up all the dolls, plushies and toys strewn about when you hear laughter from the bedroom, both of them laughing about one thing or another loudly, the melodic aound making you smile softly.
A few minutes go by and you start hearing soft singing, a lullaby you didnt recognize, Johnathan's singing. Smiling, you slowly creep next to the door, listening to the soft melody.
You jolt aware when the melody stops, realising youve stood there for a few minutes, emberassed you go and sit on the couch to wait.
Johnathan comes out of the room, "she's asleep", he whispers, creeping closer to you.
"Would you like something to drink? Coffee or something stronger?" He asks once he's far enough from the bedroom door to not interrupt Ava.
"Just coffee, thanks, I still need to drive home" you say, looking at the clock. 8PM, not as late as you expected! Might be able to relax and watch a few episodes from a show before needing to go to sleep.
"There you go", he comes back with the two coffee cups and sits to the left of you on the couch, turning slightly to face you.
Taking a sip, you hum pleasantly, "You remembered how I take my coffee?"
"Of-course I did!" He smiles a small warm smile, looking down at his cup in... Embarassement?
"Well, this is perfect. Thank you, thats very kind of you", you say, hoping to make him feel less flustured about the whole ordeal, smiling warmly up at him, as he beams back at your comment, seemingly relieved.
"So, Ava couldnt stop talking about how much youve done today with her! Park and ice-cream with TWO SCOOPS? You are spoiling her lately."
"No, not spoiling, just taking her out for a fun girls day, you know? She deserves them once in a while, she is doing great at school so far and she's just really a great kid" you say, staring off and smiling softly as you reminisce over the memories of the day. She looked so happy and her eyes practically had stars bursting out of them at the mention of two scoops of ice-cream after the fun time at the park, and she nearly cried from happiness when she realised you knew all the words to the tangled songs.
"You know, I never had time to do that with her. After the divorce it was always just working and writing and trying to keep a head afloat, which was easier when I was just writing papers since I could do it from home but now that im teaching classes again... Im just really happy she atleast has you" he says, casting his eyes down, sheepish at seemingly not providing enough to his daughter. "It was just such a mess at work today and then I finally managed to get everything together and they had me fill in for a different professor so I couldnt go pick her up from school- what Im trying to say is that we are both grateful for you." He says, looking softly at you.
You laugh, trying to brush off the blush raising in your cheeks at his intense gaze. "how have you survived this long by yourself?" You say, jokingly, as he leans into your space more and more, gaze slowly turning into.. something more?? Does he know?
Yeah you have had a crush on Johnathan Levy since you saw the man. Anyone who doesnt is crazy, in your opinion. He wasnt only a walking adonis, carved by god himself like a marble statue, but still soft and round around the edges, not sharp enough to cut, but he was also intelligent, charming and kind. And seeing him with Ava was the last nail in the coffin.
He looks at the kid like she is his whole world, the same way he looking at your right now, with his ruffled hair and his shirt slightly open to reveal that gorgeous neck that you would very much want to taste- and you are ogling the man as he is smirking at you, seemingly aware of his affect on you. Oh no, did he say something and you didnt notice?
"What?" You ask, face heated and surely by now you look like a tomato.
"I said", he leans in, smiling smugly, holding your face in his palm, slowly entering your personal space as your eyes widen 'oh my god this is happening oh god oh god', he stops just a hair's breath away from face. "That I didnt", he whispers, the air hitting your face softly as your eyes flicker back and forth from his lips to his eyes as he does the same. "Oh fuck it" you say and grab his face, kissing him hard and its everything youve ever dreamt about. His lips are as soft and his beard even softer then you ever taught possible. His sharp inhale makes your stomach twist as he grabs the back of your head and tilts it just so and you are sure you've died and went to heaven because a kiss shouldnt feel that good and- oh god thats a tongue oh fuck that man is sure to kill you if you werent dead already.
Opening your mouth slightly, his tongue twisted into your mouth and you have no idea what he just did but that sent shivers down your back and a soft moan escapes your lips. He slid one hand down to your lower back, the other still on your nape, playing with the hairs there as he turns even more on the sofa and slides a hand under your shirt, your own hands frantic, sliding in his hair and tugging softly, earning a deep groan, the other untucking his shirt from his pants and touching the expanse of skin uncovered there that you want to taste for so long and-
"Daddy?"
You both jump apart like you were burnt, Johnathan's glasses askew on his face, hair mussed and you surely look as wrecked if not more.
He keeps his face close to yours, smiling sheepishly, "Hey Kiddo, You okay?" He breaths out, chuckling softly like a teenager caught making out with their girlfriend by his mom bursting into the room.
He looks at your eyes before leaning left, looking at Ava, still not taking his hands off your body. "Whats up, bean? Had a nightmare?" He asks, smiling softly at her as you sit there mortified at what just happened.
You just kissed Johnathan Levy. The Hot Dad™ that you kept telling your friends about. And then the kid who you babysit walked in on you, probably because you were too loud.
That was too much to process and you stared off, looking down at your hands as you sit there and then notice the very obvious bulge in Johnathan's pants and Oh god you just made out with him and he liked it. A lot, from what it looks like.
"Yeah. I dreamt someone came to the house to hurt you" Ava said, sniffling, shocking you out of the deep dark and filthy place of your brain and into soft babysitter mode as you turned around to face her and stood up, walking over and hugging her tightly.
"Its okay, Avey, Its fine. Im here and I wont let anyone hurt your dad. I promise." You say softly, turning and smiling at Johnathan that looked very much shocked at your promise, eyes creased and oh no you made him and his daughter cry, this isnt going as planned!! Abort! Abort!
Johnathan seemingly breaks from his shock at the panic dawning on your face, smiling reassuredly.
You turn back to Ava, picking her up. "How about we go back to bed, and Ill stay with you until you fall asleep again, yeah?" You say, walking with her towards her room, not risking a look back again.
Ava nods against your shoulder, hugging her bunny tightly against you, still sniffling a bit.
You put Ava down on the bed, pushing hairs out of her face and covering her with her blanket again, tucking her in.
"You wanna tell me about the nightmare? Or do you want to talk about something else?" You ask, hoping to be of emotional support to her.
"I dont want to talk about the nightmare, its still scary, but were you and daddy kissing?" She asked without any shame as your face turned completely red.
"I- yeah. We were. Is that okay?" You ask, waiting with baited breath for her answer.
"Yes, thats okay. Does that mean you are going to be my new mommy? Are you gonna marry daddy? I think he will like it very much, he doesnt stop asking about you and he talks about you all the time" she says, then whispered conspiratorially "I think he likes you".
Your face burnt bright red at the thought of having Johnathan as your husband, knowing you will very much like that.
"I will need to ask your dad about that. For now thats a no on being your new mommy but I promise I will let you know if it changes, okay?" You smile and kiss her forehead.
"Okay, I trust you." Ava says sleepily, already half asleep.
You wait until you are sure that Ava is completely asleep before tip-toeing outside the room, and finding Johnathan standing in the middle of the living room, pacing back and forth, wringing his hands.
"Hey" you say softly, and he startles before seeing its you and relaxing a bit more.
"Hey!" He says, a bit loudly, looking very anxious. "So I uh, Im sorry I sort of jumped you I just really like you and I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime but if not thats okay and if you have to stop babysitting Ava because now things are awkward thats okay too and I-" is all he manages to say before you walk up to him and shut him up with a kiss.
He relaxes into the kiss, nearly turning to putty in your hands when you step back and say "I would love to go on a date with you, Mr. Levi."
"You know, you really should stop calling me that, we have just made out on the couch a few minutes ago", he chuckles softly.
"Ava just asked me if I was going to be her new mommy" you say, putting your hands around his neck as he puts his hands around your lower back.
"Yeah? And what did you tell her?" He says lowly, leaning close to your face.
"That I dont think we are quite there yet, but the direction sure looks hopeful" you smile, Johanathan smiling back and pulling you in for another heavenly kiss.
"She also said you talk about me alot" you chuckle.
