A Little Less Alone

Beth closed her locker with a quiet thud, exhaling as she ran a hand through her hair, mentally going over the long list of things she still had to do.

Her mom was coming down in a couple of days, and she’d been trying to organize everything, making sure the apartment didn’t look like a disaster, figuring out where they’d go, what they’d do.

It wasn’t like she was stressed, exactly—she loved her mom, and it would be nice to see her—but there was a lot to take care of, and her mind had been all over the place.

By the time she finished up, she caught sight of Viv leaving the locker room, already halfway out the door.

“Oi, wait up!” Beth called, grabbing her bag and jogging to catch up.

Viv paused, glancing over her shoulder, waiting as Beth fell into step beside her, the two of them walking side by side toward their cars.

It was quiet for a second, the cool air hitting Beth’s skin, but then she sighed and turned to Viv.

“My mom’s coming down to visit,” Beth said, stuffing her hands into her jacket pockets, glancing at Viv’s reaction.

Viv’s eyebrows lifted slightly, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“That’s nice,” she said genuinely, tilting her head toward Beth. “You must be happy.”

Beth nodded, because she was. Her mom visiting always felt grounding, even when it was a little overwhelming.

But before Beth could say anything else, Viv gave her a small side glance, and then, with an easy shrug, she added,

“And don’t worry—I won’t come to your house those days.”

Beth frowned instantly, stopping mid-step before grabbing Viv’s arm lightly, making her stop too.

“That’s not why I’m telling you,” Beth said, watching Viv closely now.

Viv blinked, clearly not expecting that reaction. “No?”

Beth exhaled, shaking her head. “No.” She hesitated for a second, then sighed, her fingers brushing along Viv’s wrist absentmindedly before she pulled back.

“I actually wanted you to meet her.”

Viv’s lips parted slightly, her eyes flickering with something unreadable.

Beth licked her lips, suddenly feeling a little nervous, but she forced herself to keep going.

“I know we’re not, like… officially anything,” Beth muttered, rolling her shoulders like she was trying to shake off her own nerves. “And I don’t even know if she’ll ask about it, but I just—”

She let out a breath, meeting Viv’s gaze now, fully open, fully honest.

“I’d like for you to meet her.”

Viv was silent for half a second, but then, without hesitation, she smiled.

“Of course, I want to meet her,” Viv said, her voice genuine, easy, like there had never been another answer.

Beth felt something loosen in her chest, a warmth spreading through her at Viv’s reaction, at how simple she made it feel.

Beth nudged her shoulder lightly, smirking now. “You sure? She might interrogate you.”

Viv chuckled, grinning slightly. “I’ll survive.”

Beth laughed, shaking her head, before grabbing Viv’s hand for a second, squeezing it briefly before letting go.

“Good,” Beth murmured. “Because I think she’ll like you.”

Viv hummed, her smile softening slightly. “I think I’ll like her too.”

Beth grinned, the nerves from earlier completely fading now.

“Alright then,” Beth said, pulling her keys from her pocket as they reached their cars. “Better start preparing your best answers for when she asks what your intentions are with her daughter.”

Viv rolled her eyes, smirking. “Oh, I have an answer for that.”

Beth raised an eyebrow, grinning now. “Yeah? And what’s that?”

Viv opened her car door, pausing before getting in, looking at Beth with a small, knowing smirk.

“Well,” Viv murmured, voice just a little lower, just a little teasing, “if I tell you now, what’s the fun in that?”

Beth snorted, shaking her head as Viv got into her car, starting the engine.

As Beth watched her drive off, she realized she was actually excited about this.

Viv meeting her mom felt like a big step, but for the first time in a while, Beth wasn’t afraid of taking it.

The soft knock on the door had Beth moving a little too quickly to open it.

She wasn’t nervous, not really—but she hadn’t seen her mum in a little while, and no matter how old she got, there was always something about her mom standing in her doorway that made Beth feel like she was six years old again, waiting to tell her something she wasn’t sure how to say.

When she pulled the door open, June was standing there, her usual warm smile in place, coat buttoned up against the cold, a small overnight bag in one hand.

Beth barely hesitated before pulling her into a hug, arms wrapping firmly around her, her chest tightening slightly at the familiar warmth.

June chuckled against her shoulder, squeezing back just as tightly. “Missed you, love.”

Beth breathed her in, just for a second, before pulling back with a small smirk. “Yeah, yeah, I know. You tell me every time we speak.”

June raised an eyebrow as she stepped inside, glancing around the apartment. “Well, maybe if you called more, I wouldn’t have to.”

Beth groaned, shutting the door behind her. “We’re not starting with the guilt trips already, are we?”

June smiled knowingly, shrugging off her coat and handing it over. “Just messing.”

Beth rolled her eyes, taking the coat and tossing it onto the hook near the door before following her mum into the living room.

“Tea?” Beth offered.

June sighed dramatically, settling onto the couch with a sigh. “I would love one, thank you.”

Beth grinned, heading into the kitchen and flicking the kettle on. “So, how was the journey?”

“Long,” June admitted. “But I don’t mind the train. Gives me time to read—though the bloke next to me was snoring so loud I thought the windows might shatter.”

Beth laughed, grabbing two mugs. “Well, you’re here now. And I actually cooked yesterday, so there’s some pasta left if you’re hungry.”

June gave her a look. “You cooked?”

Beth scoffed, rolling her eyes as she pulled the milk from the fridge. “Jesus, Mum. Why does everyone act so shocked when I make food?”

“Because, love,” June said, grinning, “the last time I saw you in a kitchen, you burned toast.”

Beth groaned, shaking her head. “That was years ago. And it was one time.”

June smirked. “Once was enough.”

Beth huffed a laugh, shaking her head as she placed a steaming mug in front of her before settling down on the couch.

The conversation drifted into easier things—updates about home, how her dad had made an absolute mess trying to repaint the living room, how her brother was doing. June talked about her treatments, about how things were going well but still a process, how she was feeling stronger but taking things one day at a time.

Beth listened, nodding along, but she could feel it—the way her mum was watching her between sips of tea, waiting for something.

Because June knew.

They’d spoken about Viv a little over Christmas. It had been casual, small comments from June, a little more interest than usual when Beth had mentioned her name.

At the time, Beth had deflected, brushed it off, but she knew that her mum had picked up on something, even then.

And now, sitting here with her, Beth could tell she was just waiting for her to bring it up herself.

Beth shifted slightly, wrapping her hands around her mug, staring into the tea for a second before exhaling.

“So,” Beth started, shifting slightly in her seat, “you remember at Christmas… when we talked about Viv?”

June tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable, but there was something knowing in her eyes.

“I do.”

Beth let out a breath, running a hand over her knee. “Yeah. Well… turns out you were right.”

June hummed softly, a small, patient smile tugging at her lips.

Beth exhaled again, pressing her lips together for a second before continuing.

“I told you back then that we were just close, but…” She paused, finally looking at her mum properly. “It’s different.”

June nodded, as if she had already known that, but she let Beth take her time.

Beth shifted again, tapping her fingers lightly against the table. “I care about her. A lot.”

June watched her for a moment before asking gently, “And does she feel the same?”

Beth swallowed, but this time, there was no hesitation in her answer.

“Yeah,” she said, nodding slowly. “She does.”

There was a small beat of silence, then June leaned forward slightly, folding her hands on the table.

“So, are you two together?”

Beth let out a soft, almost exasperated laugh, rubbing her palm over her face.

“Not officially,” she admitted, shaking her head slightly. “I think she’s waiting for me a bit.”

June’s brows lifted slightly, but she nodded. “And why is that?”

Beth exhaled. “I think… I’ve been taking my time, figuring out what I want. And I think she knows that.”

June nodded, her voice even softer now. “Then maybe you should let her know,.”

Beth didn’t answer right away, just ran a hand through her hair before leaning back slightly, her shoulders easing a little.

June reached for her tea, taking a slow sip, then glanced at Beth again.

“So, when do I get to meet her properly?”

Beth blinked, glancing up quickly, a little surprised at how easily her mum had asked that.

“You want to meet her?”

June raised an eyebrow. “Of course, love. You wouldn’t be telling me all this if she wasn’t important to you.”

Beth swallowed, something tight but warm settling in her chest.

She nodded, grateful, relieved. “She is.”

June smiled, squeezing Beth’s hand lightly before letting go. “Then I’d love to.”

Beth didn’t say anything for a moment, just took that in, feeling something soft and settled for the first time in a while.

Then, June stretched slightly, glancing toward the living room. “Come on, let’s put something on before you start overthinking again.”

Beth snorted, shaking her head, but followed her mum into the living room anyway.

They settled onto the couch, Beth tucking her legs up beneath her, the low hum of a TV show filling the quiet spaces between them.

Beth’s phone sat on the armrest, untouched, but after a few minutes, she reached for it, her fingers hovering over the screen before she typed out a message.

“You free for dinner tomorrow? My mum wants to meet you.”

She stared at it for a second, then hit send, setting the phone back down.

June didn’t say anything, but Beth could feel her glance in her direction, a small knowing smile pulling at the corners of her lips.

Beth sighed, shaking her head with a soft laugh. “You were going to ask if I texted her, weren’t you?”

June smirked. “Didn’t need to. I already knew you would.”

Beth groaned, covering her face for a second, but she was smiling now, too.

Beth stood at the stove, stirring the sauce with far too much focus, her shoulders tense.

Her mum sat on the couch, watching her with a small, amused smile, tea in hand, clearly enjoying Beth’s unusually concentrated approach to cooking.

“You really want to impress her, don’t you?” June finally said, breaking the silence.

Beth let out a small huff, not looking up from the pan. “Is it that obvious?”

June chuckled. “Love, you haven’t stopped checking the recipe every five seconds, and I’ve never seen you put this much effort into a meal before.”

Beth sighed, setting the spoon down and turning slightly to face her mum.

“I just want it to go well,” she admitted, running a hand through her hair. “Viv’s… she’s not the best at stuff like this. Meeting new people, big social moments—she gets a bit awkward.”

June tilted her head slightly. “You mean she’s shy?”

Beth nodded. “Yeah. And she overthinks things sometimes, like whether people like her or if she’s saying the right thing.”

June smiled softly. “Sounds familiar.”

Beth rolled her eyes, but she was smiling too.

“She’s really important to me, Mum,” Beth added, voice quieter now.

June’s expression softened even more. “I know, love. That’s why I’m glad we’re doing this here, in your space. She’ll be more comfortable.”

Beth nodded, exhaling slowly, before turning back to stir the sauce again.

A knock at the door made her straighten immediately, her heart jumping a little despite herself.

She turned back toward her mum quickly, pointing a finger at her. “Just remember—she’s a bit awkward sometimes.”

June held up her hands in mock innocence, her eyes twinkling. “I’ll behave.”

Beth smirked, then made her way to the door, taking a breath before pulling it open.

Viv stood there, dressed a little nicer than usual, a box of tea and biscuits in one hand, her free hand tucked into the pocket of her coat.

Beth immediately sensed her nerves, so before anything, she leaned in and pressed a soft peck to Viv’s lips, murmuring, “Hey, come in.”

Viv exhaled, relaxing just slightly, and stepped inside, following Beth into the living room.

As soon as they entered, June stood up with a warm smile. “Nice to see you again, Viv.”

Viv nodded quickly, her posture straight but clearly still a bit unsure. “Yeah, you too.”

Then, after a beat, she held out the box of tea and biscuits. “I, uh… got these. Thought you might like them.”

Beth glanced at the exchange, her lips curving into a small, soft smile.

June’s smile widened, and instead of just taking them, she leaned in and hugged Viv again, softer this time.

“Oh, that’s so thoughtful of you,” June said warmly, pulling back just enough to look at Viv properly. “I do love my tea, and biscuits are always a treat.”

She glanced down at the box, clearly appreciating the gesture, before looking back up at Viv. “Thank you, love. That was really sweet of you.”

Beth, still standing by the kitchen, watched the interaction with quiet appreciation, her eyes lingering on Viv, who was still a little awkward but clearly pleased by June’s reaction.

Viv let out a small awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of her neck. “Uh, yeah, of course.”

Beth could tell she wasn’t quite sure what to do next, so before Viv could get stuck in one of her overthinking spirals, she reached over and squeezed her arm lightly.

“Dinner’s almost done,” Beth said, giving her a reassuring smile.

Viv glanced toward the kitchen, then looked back at Beth. “Need any help?”

Beth shook her head, already grabbing plates from the counter. “Nah, I’m finishing up. Just sit, I’ll serve it.”

She saw Viv hesitate—like she wasn’t sure whether to insist on helping or do as she was told—but after a moment, she gave Beth a small nod and went to sit down next to June.

Beth smirked to herself as she plated up the food.

Beth placed the last plate down on the table, stepping back slightly, hands on her hips, surveying the meal she had somehow managed to pull off.

It wasn’t fancy, but it looked good—and more importantly, it smelled good.

June smiled as she unfolded her napkin. “This looks lovely, Beth.”

Beth gave a small, satisfied nod, sliding into her seat. “Yeah, well, don’t sound too shocked.”

June chuckled. “Just saying, it’s nice to see you making the effort.”

Beth shook her head with a half-smile, but she could feel Viv’s presence next to her—a little quieter than usual, a little more careful.

She glanced over just as Viv took her first bite, her posture a bit stiff, her fingers lightly gripping her fork, as if she was trying too hard to be proper.

Viv chewed slowly, then swallowed, glancing at Beth before saying, soft but genuine, “It’s really good.”

Beth smiled, nudging her knee lightly under the table. “Thanks.”

Viv nodded, offering a small, tentative smile back, before looking down at her plate, taking another small bite.

Beth could tell she was still finding her footing, still adjusting to the moment, so she leaned forward, keeping her voice casual, easy.

“See, Mum? Turns out I’m not completely useless in the kitchen.”

June smirked, amused. “I’ll admit, I was a little skeptical, but I’m impressed.”

Beth shot her a look, but she could see Viv’s lips tug up slightly, as if she was amused but didn’t want to interrupt.

June seemed to notice Viv’s quietness too, because after another sip of her drink, she turned to her with a gentle smile.

“So, Viv,” June said, “tell me a bit about home. I imagine the Netherlands is quite different from here.”

Viv’s head snapped up slightly, caught off guard by the attention, and Beth saw the way her fingers tensed around her fork for just a second.

“Oh, um…” Viv cleared her throat lightly, shifting in her seat. “Yeah, I guess it is. The weather’s pretty similar, but London feels… bigger. Busier.”

June nodded, keeping her voice soft, patient. “And your family? Are they still there?”

Viv nodded quickly. “Yeah. My parents, and my brother.” She hesitated, fiddling lightly with the edge of her napkin before adding, “I try to visit when I can, but football makes it hard.”

June hummed in understanding. “That must be difficult sometimes, being away from them so much.”

Viv nodded again. “It can be, yeah. But I’ve gotten used to it. And, like you said, football kind of becomes another family.”

June’s smile softened. “I imagine so. And I’m glad Beth has people around her like you.”

Beth felt something settle deep in her chest, something quiet but full.

She cleared her throat slightly, not quite sure what to say to that, but before she had to find something, June turned her attention back to Viv.

“She’s talked about you quite a bit before,” June said lightly. “I feel like I knew a bit about you before even meeting you.”

Viv glanced at Beth, a small curious smile playing at her lips. “Oh yeah?”

Beth sighed, shaking her head slightly. “Mum.”

June ignored her, still looking at Viv. “I don’t mean in any obvious way. Just… little things. She talks about you more than she realizes.”

Viv’s expression softened slightly, her eyes lingering on Beth, but Beth could only look down at her plate for a second, feeling that familiar warmth creeping up her neck.

“I didn’t know that,” Viv murmured.

Beth exhaled through her nose, finally looking up again. “Well, now you do.”

There was a small pause, comfortable but thoughtful, before June gently shifted the conversation.

“So, Viv, how did you get into football? Was it always something you wanted to do?”

Viv hesitated, clearly not expecting to be asked about herself so much, but after a second, she answered. “I started playing really young. My dad loved football, and I just… always wanted to play. I don’t think there was ever a time I thought about doing anything else.”

June smiled. “That’s lovely. And what about now? Do you see yourself playing for a long time, or have you ever thought about what comes after?”

Viv shifted slightly, clearly not used to talking about herself this much in one sitting. “I don’t know. I think I just take things season by season. I guess, when the time comes, maybe coaching? I like working with younger players.”

June nodded. “That would suit you, I think.”

Beth, watching quietly, felt something in her chest tighten.

Viv had never really talked much about the future before—not like this, at least.

And hearing it now, watching the way she spoke about it, Beth felt a strange, unfamiliar feeling settle inside her.

Before she could dwell on it, June leaned forward slightly, giving Viv a small smile.

“And do you enjoy playing with Beth?”

Viv let out a quiet chuckle, shifting again. “Yeah, I do.”

June smirked slightly. “Even though I imagine she can be a bit of a chatter?”

Beth groaned. “Mum.”

Viv smiled a little shyly, but she nodded. “She is. But in a good way.”

Beth huffed, shaking her head, but her lips twitched upward slightly, glancing at Viv.

June looked between them, something soft but knowing in her gaze, before taking another sip of her drink.

The conversation flowed more easily after that—Viv slowly easing into it, June making sure to keep things warm, light, and Beth just sitting there, watching it all unfold.

After they finished eating, Beth stood up first, grabbing a few of the empty plates, but before she could say anything, Viv was already doing the same, gathering the rest.

Beth narrowed her eyes slightly, watching her. “You really don’t have to, you know.”

Viv gave a small shrug, stacking the plates carefully. “I want to.”

Beth exhaled, shaking her head, but didn’t argue. She knew Viv well enough to know that if she had already decided to help, there was no point in trying to stop her.

As they moved into the kitchen, Beth started rinsing the plates while Viv stood beside her, drying them off and setting them neatly in the dish rack.

June had settled onto the couch, letting out a soft sigh as she leaned back, her hands resting over her stomach. “That was lovely, Beth. I don’t think I can move now.”

Beth chuckled, glancing over at her. “You can just relax, I’ll make you some tea.”

June hummed in approval. “That sounds perfect.”

As Beth finished up the last of the washing, she noticed how Viv was still focused on drying, making sure everything was put away neatly.

“Alright, you’re hired,” Beth muttered, bumping Viv’s hip lightly. “You can stay.”

Viv let out a small chuckle, a quiet, shy smile playing at her lips, but she didn’t say much—just nodded, setting the last dish away.

Beth wiped her hands, quickly fixing up a cup of tea for her mum before heading into the living room.

June took it gratefully, wrapping her fingers around the mug with a small sigh. “You’re really outdoing yourself tonight.”

Beth smirked, sitting down on the couch next to her, tucking one leg under the other.

For a moment, they just sat there in comfortable silence, June sipping at her tea while Beth glanced toward the kitchen, where Viv was still moving around, quietly making sure everything was set back in place.

Then, after a moment, Beth finally turned back to her mum.

“So?” she asked, keeping her voice casual, but there was a weight behind the question that she couldn’t quite hide.

June didn’t answer right away. Instead, she took another slow sip of her tea, her gaze flickering toward the kitchen where Viv was, then back to Beth.

“She’s lovely,” June said finally, her voice gentle but full of certainty.

Beth exhaled slowly, nodding slightly. “Yeah. She is.”

June studied her, something soft in her gaze, then added, “She’s quiet, but you can tell she cares. I see the way she looks at you, love.”

Beth felt something in her chest tighten, and she swallowed, glancing down at her hands for a second before murmuring, “Yeah?”

June gave her a knowing look. “Yes. And I see the way you look at her too.”

Beth didn’t say anything at first, just exhaled quietly, letting her mum’s words sink in.

June reached out, squeezing her knee gently. “You’ve always had a way of keeping people at arm’s length, Beth. But with her… it feels different.”

Beth glanced up again, meeting her mum’s gaze, and for the first time tonight, she let herself really take in what her mum was saying.

After they finished cleaning the kitchen, Beth wiped her hands on a towel, glancing over at Viv, who was still neatly stacking the last of the dishes into place.

Before Viv could move away, Beth leaned in quickly and pressed a soft peck to her lips, her hand resting lightly on Viv’s hip for just a second.

Viv stiffened immediately, her eyes flickering toward the living room where June was still seated on the couch.

“Beth,” Viv muttered, her voice quiet, a little hesitant, as she pulled back slightly.

Beth, unbothered, just smirked, squeezing Viv’s side gently. “Relax. She knows.”

Viv shifted slightly, glancing again toward the living room as if to make sure June wasn’t watching.

Beth rolled her eyes, grabbing Viv’s wrist gently. “Come on, let’s watch something.”

Viv exhaled but let herself be pulled along, still looking slightly awkward but not resisting.

Beth flopped down onto the couch next to her mum, immediately throwing an arm over the backrest, tugging Viv in so she could rest against her side.

Viv hesitated for just a second before settling into the space Beth had made for her, her body still a little tense.

June glanced at them briefly, her lips curving into a small smile, before returning her focus to whatever she was reading.

Beth smirked, grabbing the remote. “Anything you wanna watch?”

Viv shook her head lightly. “Whatever you want.”

Beth flipped through options for a moment before landing on a random sitcom, turning the volume down slightly so it wasn’t too loud.

For a while, they just sat there, the TV filling the space between them with soft laughter.

Beth, without really thinking, grabbed the blanket from the side of the couch and pulled it over both of them, tucking it around Viv before shifting closer, making sure Viv was completely pressed against her side now.

Viv let out a quiet breath, her body still stiff at first, but after a moment, she shifted slightly, finally relaxing into the warmth of Beth’s hold.

“You’re warm,” Viv mumbled softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Beth smirked, pressing her nose lightly against Viv’s hair for a second. “You’re welcome.”

Viv let out a quiet chuckle, her fingers resting lightly against Beth’s thigh beneath the blanket.

After a few minutes, Beth felt Viv’s hand move slightly, almost like she was debating whether to hold onto Beth or not.

Beth, sensing the hesitation, simply grabbed Viv’s hand herself, lacing their fingers together beneath the blanket, her thumb brushing lightly over Viv’s knuckles.

Viv squeezed her hand back softly, and Beth smiled to herself.

For a while, they just sat like that, watching but not really paying attention to the show. Beth would murmur little comments about how ridiculous the characters were, and Viv would respond with soft, amused hums, occasionally chuckling quietly at Beth’s dramatics.

Eventually, June let out a soft sigh, stretching as she set her book down.

“Well, I think I’m going to head to bed,” June said, her voice light but firm.

Beth nodded, shifting slightly. “Alright, Mum.”

June stood up, glancing toward Viv, her expression gentle, warm. “It was really lovely having dinner with you, Viv.”

Viv sat up a little straighter, nodding quickly. “Oh—yeah, you too. Thank you for having me.”

June smiled. “Of course, love. Sleep well, both of you.”

She gave Beth a knowing look, then disappeared down the hall toward the guest room.

As soon as she was gone, Viv let out a quiet breath, her fingers tapping lightly against her knee as she stared at the screen—but Beth could tell she wasn’t paying attention anymore.

Beth waited, giving her a second, before tilting her head slightly. “Alright, spill. What’s on your mind?”

Viv shifted, pressing her lips together before finally glancing at Beth. “…Do you think she liked me?”

Beth blinked, then let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. “Viv, of course she liked you.”

Viv still looked unsure, her fingers tightening slightly where they rested against her thigh. “I don’t know. She was nice, but maybe she was just being polite. And the gift—I don’t know, do you think she actually liked it? Or was that weird?”

Beth felt a small tug in her chest, hearing the slight edge of doubt in Viv’s voice.

She turned slightly, facing Viv more directly now. “She liked you, Viv. Genuinely. And she loved the gift—you have no idea how much she appreciates little things like that.”

Viv exhaled, still chewing on her lip slightly, so Beth tightened her hold around her, squeezing her hand under the blanket.

“I really loved that you did that,” Beth admitted after a moment, her voice softer now, more sincere. “It meant a lot to me.”

Viv blinked, like she hadn’t expected Beth to say that. “You did?”

Beth nodded. “Yeah. No one’s ever done something like that for my mum before. It just… it really meant something.”

Viv glanced down for a second, fidgeting slightly, before murmuring, “I just wanted her to like me.”

Beth smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Viv’s head, lingering there for a second. “She does. I promise.”

Viv let out a slow breath, finally letting the tension ease out of her shoulders.

Beth smirked slightly. “And, for the record, you weren’t even that awkward.”

Viv groaned quietly, shaking her head. “I feel like I was.”

Beth chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to Viv’s temple, murmuring against her skin, “Not even a little.”

Viv’s lips curved slightly, and she finally, finally relaxed completely into Beth’s side, letting her head rest lightly against Beth’s shoulder.

Beth sighed, adjusting so she could hold her closer.

The quiet hum of the TV filled the living room, a soft glow casting shadows across the walls.

Beth was warm—half under the blanket, half wrapped around Viv, their bodies relaxed into the couch, their hands still lazily linked beneath the fabric.

Viv had finally stopped fidgeting, stopped overthinking, just resting against Beth’s side, the tension of the evening melting into something softer.

Beth could’ve stayed like this forever.

But then, Viv shifted slightly, lifting her head just enough to glance at the clock.

“I should probably go,” she murmured, her voice hesitant, like she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to leave.

Beth frowned immediately. “Why?”

Viv hesitated, fingers tightening slightly around Beth’s hand, but she shrugged lightly. “It’s late. I don’t want to be in the way.”

Beth let out a small huff, sitting up slightly, turning more toward Viv. “You’re not in the way.”

Viv gave a small, unsure smile. “Your mum’s here, Beth. I don’t want to intrude.”

Beth scoffed. “Viv, she literally just went to bed smiling at us on the couch. I think you’re safe.”

Viv exhaled through her nose, glancing toward the hallway where June had disappeared, but she still looked a little uncertain.

Beth watched her for a second, then gave her hand a soft squeeze.

“Stay,” she murmured, her voice quieter now, but firm.

Viv’s lips parted slightly, her brows knitting together, and she searched Beth’s face like she was trying to make sure it was really okay.

“You sure?” Viv asked, still hesitant.

Beth tilted her head, giving Viv a look. “I am an adult, this is my house—I can have a girl sleep over if I want.”

Viv let out a soft laugh, shaking her head slightly. “A girl?”

Beth grinned, leaning in, pressing a lingering kiss to Viv’s lips before murmuring, “My girl.”

Viv’s breath hitched just slightly, and for a moment, Beth worried it was too much, too soon, but before she could second-guess herself, Viv spoke.

“I love being your girl,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, but the certainty in it sent something warm and full spreading through Beth’s chest.

Beth smiled, kissing her again, softer this time, before adjusting the blanket over them and pulling Viv even closer.

Viv sighed softly, resting her head against Beth’s shoulder once more, her body finally relaxing completely.

“See?” Beth murmured, brushing a lazy kiss against Viv’s hair. “Told you it’s fine.”

The soft glow of the TV flickered over them, its quiet hum blending with the slow, steady rhythm of Viv’s breathing.

Beth was fully stretched out on the couch now, the blanket loosely draped over both of them, and Viv was half on top of her, nestled comfortably against her chest.

At some point, Viv had shifted in her sleep, her face pressed into the curve of Beth’s neck, her breath warm against her skin. One arm was tucked beneath Beth’s, the other loosely sprawled across her stomach, fingers curled slightly into her hoodie.

Beth sighed, adjusting just enough to tangle their fingers together, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Viv’s hand.

She knew she should probably wake her up, but she let herself stay like this for a little longer, just enjoying the weight of her, the warmth, the quiet trust in the way Viv had completely melted against her.

She pressed another kiss, this time to the top of Viv’s head, murmuring, “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

Viv mumbled something incoherent, her body barely shifting.

Beth smirked, squeezing her hand. “Viv.”

Another sleepy grumble, this time burrowing deeper into Beth’s warmth.

Beth chuckled, rubbing slow circles over Viv’s back, speaking softly. “You can’t sleep on me all night.”

Viv groaned, muffled against Beth’s neck, her voice barely audible. “’M comfortable.”

Beth smiled. “I know, baby, but I promise the bed’s even better.”

Viv made another small sound of protest, her fingers gripping Beth’s hoodie tighter, like she wasn’t ready to let go yet.

Beth sighed dramatically, but her voice was gentle, coaxing. “If you don’t get up, I’ll have to carry you.”

Viv huffed a sleepy laugh, her lips barely moving. “You’re not strong enough for that.”

Beth grinned, sliding a hand up into Viv’s hair, scratching lightly at her scalp. “You think I wouldn’t try?”

Viv let out a soft hum, barely awake, but Beth could feel the way her body relaxed completely at the touch.

She tilted her head slightly, letting her lips press against Viv’s hair again, whispering, “Come to bed with me, love.”

Viv exhaled, heavy and slow, and after a long moment, she finally shifted just enough to glance up at Beth, her eyes heavy with sleep.

“…’S warm here,” she mumbled, her voice soft, quiet, almost shy.

Beth smiled, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to Viv’s cheek. “I’ll keep you just as warm in bed.”

Viv blinked slowly, clearly debating it, but then she sighed again, finally giving in.

“Fine,” she murmured, still reluctant but already letting Beth move her slightly.

Beth grinned, pressing another kiss to her temple, before carefully untangling them.

“Come on, sleepyhead,” she murmured, pulling Viv up with her.

Viv swayed slightly, still half-asleep, and Beth just wrapped her arms around her waist, steadying her.

“Gonna need you to actually walk, babe,” Beth teased, brushing her nose against Viv’s cheek.

Viv hummed, barely standing upright, but she let Beth guide her toward the bedroom, her fingers still loosely tangled in Beth’s hoodie, as if she wasn’t ready to let go completely.

Beth smiled, soft and full, leading her inside, whispering, “That’s it, almost there.”

Once inside the bedroom, Beth sat Viv down at the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of her.

“Let’s get you more comfortable,” Beth murmured, her voice low, patient, affectionate.

Viv hummed in response, her head tilting slightly as Beth reached for her waistband, helping her slide off her pants, leaving her in her oversized t-shirt and underwear.

Beth pressed a kiss to Viv’s bare knee, then stood, guiding Viv to lie down before slipping into bed beside her.

As soon as Beth settled, Viv instinctively tucked herself against her, her face pressed back into Beth’s neck, fingers resting over her stomach again.

Beth let out a slow, content sigh, her hand running up and down Viv’s back, soothing and lazy.

She kissed her forehead, whispering, “See? Better.”

Viv barely managed a nod before completely melting into sleep again, her breath even, steady, safe.

Beth smiled, holding her just a little tighter.

Beth stirred first, her mind waking before her body, but she didn’t need to move to know exactly where she was—or who she was with.

The weight of Viv pressed against her, the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest, the way her fingers still rested lightly over Beth’s stomach even in sleep—it all made her want to stay right here forever.

She blinked, adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, feeling the warmth of Viv completely tucked into her, face buried somewhere near her collarbone, soft, warm, safe.

Beth let out a slow, content breath, tilting her head just slightly to press a lazy, lingering kiss to Viv’s forehead.

She had no intention of getting up just yet.

Her fingers trailed slow, absentminded circles down Viv’s back, enjoying the way she instinctively curled closer, like her body knew exactly where it belonged.

After a moment, Beth pressed another kiss—this time to Viv’s jaw, then lower, just under her ear.

Viv stirred slightly, murmuring something unintelligible, but Beth didn’t stop, trailing soft, warm kisses down her neck, letting her lips linger, breathing in the familiar, sleepy scent of her.

She tightened her hold on Viv’s waist, fingers dipping just beneath the hem of her shirt, thumb brushing bare skin.

A small hum left Viv’s lips, a half-sigh, half-moan, and Beth felt her chest tighten in the best way possible.

She pressed a firmer kiss against Viv’s pulse point, nipping at her skin just lightly, then moving lower, pulling her closer as she shifted on top of her.

Viv’s breath hitched, but then—

“Beth,” she mumbled sleepily, voice thick with half-awareness, “your mum is in the next room.”

Beth froze, groaning immediately as she dropped her forehead against Viv’s shoulder.

“Don’t remind me,” she muttered, pressing her face into Viv’s neck like she could escape reality for just a second longer.

Viv let out a small, amused exhale, fingers lazily brushing over Beth’s hip. “You started it.”

Beth sighed, lips still brushing against Viv’s skin, but she smirked against her neck, pressing one last, deliberate kiss just beneath her jawline before finally, reluctantly, giving up.

“Fine,” she murmured, voice still thick with sleep, “but you owe me later.”

Viv chuckled softly, stretching slightly before settling back against the pillows, her body still heavy with sleep, like she could easily drift back off.

Beth, though, was fully awake now, and her stomach was starting to make it very clear that she needed food.

Still, she didn’t move immediately.

Instead, she let her fingers trace over Viv’s arm, slow and lazy, leaning down to press another soft, lingering kiss to her lips, whispering, “Stay like this for a bit?”

Viv hummed, eyes barely open, but she tilted her face up, letting Beth kiss her again—a little deeper this time, a little slower.

When Beth pulled away, she smirked. “You taste sleepy.”

Viv groaned, hiding her face against Beth’s chest. “That’s not a thing.”

Beth grinned. “It absolutely is.”

Viv mumbled something against her skin, her lips brushing softly over Beth’s collarbone, before sighing deeply, already half-asleep again.

Beth let herself sink into it for another few minutes, playing with the ends of Viv’s hair, pressing soft, absentminded kisses into it.

Eventually, though, she sighed.

“I’m gonna make breakfast,” she murmured, pressing one last kiss to Viv’s temple before carefully shifting away.

Viv hummed but didn’t move. “Bathroom first.”

Beth leaned down, grinning as she kissed her cheek, then her jaw, then just below her ear before murmuring, “Hurry up, or I’ll eat all the food before you get there.”

Viv made a small, sleepy grumble, but Beth chuckled, grabbing a hoodie off the chair and tugging it on over her t-shirt as she finally made her way to the kitchen.

June was already at the kitchen table, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of tea when Beth walked in, barefoot, hair slightly messy, and eyes still heavy with sleep.

She made a beeline for the coffee machine, but before she could even reach for the beans, her mum spoke in that perfectly casual but far-too-meaningful tone.

“So… Viv spent the night?”

Beth’s hand hesitated for a fraction of a second before she grabbed the coffee tin and sighed deeply. “Mum.”

June took a small sip of her tea, her expression completely unreadable. “What? Just making conversation.”

Beth opened her mouth to argue, then closed it again, exhaling sharply as she focused on the coffee machine. “She was tired.”

June grinned knowingly. “Mmm. And I’m sure that’s the only reason she ended up staying.”

Beth groaned, rubbing her hands over her face. “I swear, if you scare her off with this—”

June raised her hands in mock innocence. “I wouldn’t dare. I like her too much for that.”

Beth glanced at her mum warily, waiting for the next comment.

June tilted her head slightly, watching her. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you like this, you know.”

Beth frowned slightly. “Like what?”

June smiled, but it was softer now, a little knowing, a little fond. “Relaxed. Happy.”

Beth huffed, turning back toward the stove to hide whatever warmth had crept up her neck. “I am happy, Mum. You don’t have to get all deep about it.”

June just hummed, sipping her tea like she wasn’t already storing away every little detail

Just as Beth reached for the eggs, soft footsteps sounded behind her, and she turned to see Viv standing in the doorway, her hair slightly tousled from sleep, the oversized shirt she’d borrowed from Beth hanging loose around her frame.

Viv hesitated for a second before stepping inside, offering June a small, polite smile.

“Morning.”

June glanced up from her tea, her expression warm. “Morning, love. Sleep well?”

Viv nodded, her voice still thick with sleep as she replied, “Yeah, thanks.”

Beth watched the exchange, something about it settling deep inside her chest, but she didn’t let herself dwell on it for long.

“Eggs okay for breakfast?” she asked, already cracking them into the pan.

Viv nodded but was already stepping closer, her eyes flicking toward the stove.

“You’re the one who did all the work yesterday. Here, let me help you.”

Before Beth could react, Viv had already reached for the spatula, her fingers brushing lightly against Beth’s as she took it from her hand.

Beth raised an eyebrow, watching as Viv immediately adjusted the heat, tilting the pan slightly with a practiced ease.

She crossed her arms, leaning against the counter, staring at Viv as she cooked.

"No discussion?" Beth said simply, voice firm.

Viv, without even looking at her, shook her head once. "No, no."

Beth smirked, amused by the quick refusal, but she didn’t argue.

June, gave Beth a knowing look before pushing up from the chair.

“I’m going to sit for a bit,” she said, taking her tea toward the couch.

Beth barely acknowledged her mum leaving, her attention fully on Viv, who was completely focused on the pan.

Without thinking much of it, Beth stepped behind her, wrapping her arms loosely around Viv’s waist, her chin resting lightly on her shoulder.

Viv tensed for just a second before relaxing into the touch, her free hand briefly resting over Beth’s on her stomach before returning to stirring the eggs.

Beth leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Viv’s cheek.

“Thanks for helping,” Beth murmured against her skin.

Viv hummed, her voice casual, but her ears slightly red. “Someone had to. You were taking forever.”

Beth grinned, squeezing her waist lightly. “Oh, so now you’re an expert in speed cooking?”

Viv smirked, tilting her head slightly toward Beth’s, their faces close. “Compared to you? Absolutely.”

Beth let out a soft mock-offended scoff, then squeezed her tighter. “I see how it is. You steal my kitchen, take over my breakfast, and insult my skills.”

Viv chuckled, flipping the eggs effortlessly. “I wouldn’t call them skills.”

Beth gasped dramatically. “I think you just broke my heart.”

Viv laughed, reaching for the plates. “You’ll survive.”

Beth didn’t move right away, instead enjoying the feeling of having Viv in her arms, of how easy this all felt.

“You know,” Beth murmured, her lips still near Viv’s cheek, “I might just have to make this a daily thing.”

Viv paused for a second before glancing at her over her shoulder, a small, almost shy smile pulling at her lips.

“Breakfast or the hugging part?”

Beth grinned, kissing her cheek once more before pulling away. “Both.”

Viv just shook her head, biting back a smile as she set the plates down.

After breakfast, Beth lingered in the kitchen, rinsing off their plates and trying not to think about the fact that Viv was getting dressed to leave. She could hear the rustling of fabric from the bedroom, the faint sound of a zipper being pulled, and it felt too soon.

She wiped her hands on a towel and padded down the hall, leaning against the doorway just as Viv was slipping on her jacket.

“Do you really have to go?” Beth asked, her voice softer than she meant it to be.

Viv glanced over her shoulder, smiling faintly as she adjusted her sleeve. “Yeah, I do.”

Beth didn’t answer right away, so Viv turned fully to face her, amused but gentle. “First, I’m leaving you and your mum alone—I’ve already intruded too much.”

Beth opened her mouth to protest, but Viv kept going.

“And second,” she continued, grabbing her phone from the nightstand, “I have to do some media stuff for Arsenal today. They’ve been chasing me for it all week.”

Beth sighed, walking over before Viv could move away. Instead of arguing, she simply wrapped her arms around Viv, hugging her tight.

Too tight.

Viv stilled for a moment, then rested her chin lightly against Beth’s shoulder. “Everything okay?”

Beth didn’t answer right away, just held on a little longer.

Then, with a small breath, she finally murmured, “I’m just happy you met my mum.”

Viv’s arms tightened around her, but she stayed quiet, letting Beth speak.

“And that she loved you,” Beth continued, her voice a little shakier now. “Especially since… you know. I really needed this.”

Viv pulled back slightly, just enough to see Beth’s face—and her eyes, which were already filling with tears.

Beth huffed a small, watery laugh, quickly rubbing at her face. “Sorry, I don’t—” She swallowed. “It’s just hard sometimes.”

Viv didn’t let her step away. Instead, she pulled her back in, wrapping her up in a hug that was just as tight as Beth’s had been.

Viv didn’t let her pull away. Instead, she cupped Beth’s face gently, thumbs brushing over her cheekbones, her gaze steady, warm, unwavering.

“Do you want me to stay?” Viv asked softly. “I can call Arsenal, cancel the thing, it’s not that important.”

Beth shook her head immediately, sniffling lightly as she leaned into Viv’s touch. “No, no. You don’t have to do that.”

Viv tilted her head slightly, searching her face. “I would, though.”

Beth smiled, small but real, her hands sliding from Viv’s waist to her shoulders.

“I know,” she murmured, leaning in to kiss her.

Viv let her, let Beth take her time, soft and slow, like a silent thank you, like reassurance that she was okay now.

When they finally pulled apart, Beth smoothed her hands over Viv’s jacket, as if fixing something that wasn’t even there, before whispering, “Go, before I actually take you up on that offer.”

Viv huffed a small laugh, pressing a quick kiss to Beth’s forehead before pulling away.

“I’ll text you when I’m done,” Viv promised.