Vaggies pov

Me and Charlie were hanging out in the library when we saw something very interesting.

Lute was carrying a stack of books that completely covered her vision.

Curious me and Charlie followed her. She placed the books down and read through them. The titles said things like what is love? And how to understand love. Grinning to myself I approached her.

"Hi lute!" I said, making her jump.

"Ah princess vaggie. Hello" she nodded politely.

"Just vaggie's fine" I said kindly "what are you doing?"

She took a deep breath "after careful consideration I've discovered that I have feelings for your dad"

I let out an excited squeal "oh my gosh you're gonna be part of the family. Should I call you mom? No that's a little weird. Do you mind if I just call you lute?"

"Easy honey you're overwhelming her" Charlie said gently.

"Oh Right" I laughed nervously as I stepped back.

"I just don't know what to do about those feelings" she looked conflicted.

"Have you tried telling him how you feel?" Charlie asked.

"No. Is it really that simple?" She asked.

"Yep. That's how I got vaggie" she wrapped her arm around me.

"There's no need to overcomplicate love lute. You just gotta go for it" I gave her a reassuring smile.

"Perhaps your right. I just need to be confident like he taught me" she stood up "thank you for your help" she nodded gratefully before taking off running.

"Good luck" we called out to her before disappearing.

Lute's pov

"Adam-" I poked my head in through the door and gasped. The room was huge with golden plating and a diamond chandelier "what is this place"

"It's a ballroom" he replied "rich fucks came here all the time to throw pointless parties and dance in their pretty dresses. Never been a fan of it myself. Only used this place for vaggie's birthday's"

"Dancing. I never really learnt to dance" I muttered.

"Well I can show you" he held his hand out to me. Blushing I took it. He held his hand firmly around my waist and led me in a waltz. It was magical how in sync we were, how his golden eyes never left mine. How can one man be so strong yet so gentle?

"I'm in love with you" I said before I could stop myself.

"What?" He stopped, his eyes wide with surprise.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that" I looked to the ground.

"It's alright" he tilted my chin so I'd look at him "you just cut me off guard. What exactly do you love about me?"

"I love how honest you are" I smiled softly "I love your small acts of kindness, how patient you were with me. Your intense eyes, your chestnut coloured hair, your love of your daughter. There's too many to list"

He nodded "ok my turn. I love your sense of loyalty. Your determination. They way you came out your shell was fucking amazing. Not to mention you're drop dead gorgeous" I giggled at his words "I haven't felt this way since my wife was alive. It's pretty fucking scary"

I squeezed his hands reassuringly "I read books about love. They say to know for sure you need to kiss. If you feel fireworks then it's real love"

"Ok we can give that a try" he laughed nervously before dipping his head down to capture my lips. Just like the book said there were fireworks.

With just that kiss he made me feel complete.