Status: One-shot!
Good Love Will Find Me
Good Love Will Find Me
I rolled over and turned off my alarm, blinking through the sleep in my eyes to see the numbers on my clock reading 6:30. I inhaled deeply and got up as not to disturb Kennedy who had peacefully slept through my alarm and was snoring slightly on the opposite side of the bed. No wonder he slept through it, I didn't even hear him come home last night.
Kennedy and I had been going through a rough patch for the last week. It all started with a petty fight about him cleaning up his mess in the kitchen, which then escalated into me yelling at him for not doing anything in the apartment. I worked five days a week, cooked dinner, did the grocery shopping, and cleaned every surface of the apartment, while Kennedy was a musician which meant that if he wasn't on tour or in the studio, he was at home doing nothing.
Since the fight, he'd be out whenever I was home, either hanging out with the boys or out at a bar, but either way he'd come home in the early hours of the morning reeking of alcohol and greasy food. My own boyfriend had begun to avoid me.
As I put two slices of bread in the toaster, my phone buzzed with a notification from my calendar.
Today:One year anniversary with Kennedy <3
I sighed. Of all the days that we had to be in the middle of a huge argument. Knowing him, he wouldn't have planned anything for the day or bought anything to give to me. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't even remember what today was.
I ate my breakfast and got dressed for work, leaving without saying a word to Kennedy. He'd only be angry if I woke him up anyway.
I arrived at work, booting up my computer to get started on my work for the day. Brianna, the girl who worked in the cubicle next to mine and also one of my closest friends, popped her head over the top of my wall.
"What are you doing in today? Shouldn't you be having some amazing anniversary sex with Kennedy right now?" she asked with a cheeky grin on her face.
"Yeah well that might have been the case if he'd actually looked at me this week," I scowled, feeling my bad mood escalate.
Brianna's face fell. "Oh. I didn't know, sorry."
I sighed. "It's okay, Bri, you didn't know. No-one knows, really. I mean, he's probably told the band because they would have asked why he's out with them every night instead of home with me, but other than that I haven't really let on that anything was wrong."
"Well if he won't take you out for lunch, then I will. Consider me to be your boyfriend for the day, I'll shower you with love and affection," she smiled and I couldn't help but giggle, my bad mood lifting.
I worked hard all morning until it was time for Brianna and I to go to lunch. She led me to a cute little cafe that was practically empty and we ordered coffee and a plate of fries with a side of mayonnaise to share.
"So, spill. What's going on with you and Kennedy?"
I told her everything that happened between Kennedy and I, from the first fight, to the nights I spent alone, more often than not finishing off a tub of Ben and Jerry's cookie dough ice cream while watching One Tree Hill and occasionally crying myself to sleep.
"I just want him home to talk to him, tell him I'm sorry for being a bitch, but I don't even see him anymore and that's the worst part," I complained, on the verge of tears.
"Babe, it's okay. You weren't being a bitch," I opened my mouth to protest, but Brianna cut me off, "But I'm not blaming Kennedy either. You both have your differences and that's normal in a relationship. You've been together a year and this is your first serious fight, you've done so well to last this long! You and Kennedy are so great together and I'd hate to see your relationship fall apart because of something so small."
Brianna was right. I was a complete neat freak who liked everything in order and Kennedy was more of a free spirit and took things as they came. We were polar opposites but that was part of the reason why we worked so well as a couple, we balanced each other out. I knew that I had become more laidback since I started dating Kennedy and he had picked up on a few of my habits, such as rinsing bowls and plates after he used them instead of just dumping them in the sink and actually putting his dirty laundry in the dirty laundry basket instead of on the floor.
I worked up the courage to text Kennedy, telling him that when I got home I wanted to talk to him, but I never received a reply. Brianna and I walked back to the office and the receptionist got my attention as I walked in the door.
"Cassii? You had a delivery arrive at lunchtime, I had them put it on your desk."
I furrowed my brow as a smile crept onto Bri's face. I wondered if she knew something that I didn't.
I got to my desk and my eyes widened as I saw a bouquet of red roses on my desk with a card attached. I inhaled the scent of the roses deeply, a smile growing on my face as I read the note.
To my dearest Cassii,
This bouquet has twelve red roses in it, one for each month that we've been together. One day our entire house will be filled with roses for each month we've been together because that's how long I want to spend with you, and more. Happy Anniversary, I love you.
Love, Kennedy xx
I could feel tears rushing to my eyes and I brushed them away, but I soon realised that the note didn't have any kind of apology for the last week to it, so I guessed that he had ordered them before the fight and there was still the chance that he had forgotten our anniversary.
My good mood had deflated slightly and I set the flowers on my desk, tucking the card into my handbag as I continued with my work for the rest of the afternoon until it came time for me to go home.
I opened the door with my bag over my shoulder and the bouquet of roses tucked into the crook of my arm. Kennedy mustn't have gotten my text as the apartment was empty, as it had been when I had returned home from work for the last week. I scowled and nearly thought about tossing the flowers in the trashcan, before a note in Kennedy's handwriting caught my eye.
Cassii,
Put down your bag and the flowers, take off your shoes and go straight to the bathroom. Do not ignore this note.
Kennedy
Confused, I put my handbag and the roses on the counter. If he remembered ordering the flowers, then it must have meant that he remembered our anniversary. I took off my work heels and headed to the bathroom, my hand flying to cover my mouth as I took in the sight before me.
The bath was steaming with hot, bubbly water and the only light in the room was coming from the flickering rose-scented candles placed around the room. Around the edge of the bathtub were red rose petals and a glass of my favourite pink wine, my nice dress and sexy underwear hanging from the back of the door handle. There was another note on the back of the door and I ripped it off eagerly, a smile spread from ear to ear.
I know how hard you've worked today, so take a bath, have a glass of wine and relax. Set the alarm on your phone (which I know you still have with you because let's face it, you never put it down) for 6pm and enjoy your relaxing bath, then get changed into the clothes I've laid out for you. Doing your hair and makeup is optional, however. I love you without it, but you might feel more comfortable wearing it. Make sure you're ready by 6:45pm and go into the bedroom when you're finished.
Kennedy
I set an alarm for 6pm and tied my hair up into a bun, shedding my clothes and jumping into the tub. It was just hot enough that it wasn't burning my skin, but it would stay hot until it was time to get out. I inhaled the deep scent of the candles and rose petals and took a sip of my wine, feeling all the stresses in my body from the last week melt away.
I must have closed my eyes because before I knew it, my alarm was beeping at me. I'd drunk all my wine, the bubbles in the bath had dissipated and the water was lukewarm. I wrapped myself up in the clean towel Kennedy had left out, thankful that I had shaved my legs out of boredom last night. I slipped on the lacy underwear and my black dress, shaking my hair out of its bun and restyling it so it hung in loose curls around my face and applying a light touch of makeup. Once I was finished, it was 6:40pm, so I headed into the bedroom where I found my black heels, clutch and a black box from the jewellers sitting on the bed, with yet another note sitting on top of it.
You always wear diamonds, so I thought I'd get you something a little different. Once you're ready, come into the living room.
Kennedy
I opened the box to find a string of pearls laying inside and I quickly fastened them around my neck, slipped my shoes on, grabbed the clutch and headed into the living room where I could see the top of Kennedy's head as he sat on the couch. The bouquet of roses had been put into a vase and now sat on the coffee table.
I cleared my throat as I stood behind the couch and Kennedy whipped his head around, a small smile gracing his features as he took in my appearance.
"You look beautiful," he said softly and I ducked my head as I blushed. "Listen, Cassii, I just wanna say-"
"Don't Kennedy." His face fell, so I continued speaking. "I should be the one apologising. I shouldn't have let it get so far and I know that I can be a bit of a clean freak and you're... well, you're not. I'm sorry for taking it out on you."
Kennedy took my hands in his."Cassii, I'm sorry too. I should be doing more around here because you work full-time and the last thing I want is for you to burn yourself out working and taking care of me. I'm a grown adult and I should be acting more like it. I'm sorry."
Kennedy pulled me into a hug and I rested my head on his chest, closing my eyes and letting myself relax as I listened to the slow beat of his heart.
"Come on, I have plans for us tonight. We need to get going." I transferred all my essentials from my handbag to the clutch and we walked to Kennedy's car hand-in-hand.
We parked outside of the steakhouse that we ate at when we were too lazy to cook and I felt my heart sink a little. He had made me get all dressed up to go somewhere we ate nearly every Sunday night.
I felt a scowl sink onto my face and I started walking towards the entrance.
"Babe? Where are you going?" Kennedy called after me. I turned to see him standing by the car.
"We're not going to the steakhouse?"
Kennedy laughed at me. "Why would I take you to somewhere we go at least three times a months for our anniversary?"
"Well I kinda guessed that you spent all your money on this necklace and the roses." Kennedy laughed again and I walked back to him with a smile on my face as he took my hand and began to lead me across the road to the fancy Italian place I'd always gazed at while eating my chicken salad.
A bowl of pasta and a bottle of wine later and I was ready to go home, but Kennedy had a few other plans for us.
"Take off your heels and put them in the car, we're going to go for a little walk and I don't want your feet to get sore." I followed his instruction and he handed me my ballet flats as my feet cried out in relief from the tall shoes.
We walked along the pathway that led to the park and Kennedy pulled me down onto one of the benches. He was fiddling with something in his pocket and I couldn't help but get suspicious. We had only been together a year, he wasn't planning on proposing already was he?
"This bench was where I kissed you for the first time. We had been for lunch with your sister and the weather was nice so we went for a walk through the park and you were tired so we sat down here on this bench and we talked about your sister as I worked up the courage to kiss you and I officially asked you out the week after that."
I remembered every detail of the day, from what I had for breakfast to exactly how Kennedy's lips tasted on mine; like sweet vanilla mixed with a slight minty after taste. He was nervous as hell, I could tell from the way that his eyes would continue to dart from my eyes, to my lips, to his fidgeting hands. I was nervous as well, Kennedy was the first guy I had ever properly liked and I was kind of scared of the commitment.
"I have one last present for you," Kennedy said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small velvet box and my heart skipped a beat. "It's not an engagement ring because although I love you more than life itself, I don't think that either of us are ready for that yet. It's a promise ring, and I'm promising you that one day we'll sit on this same park bench with our children, our grandchildren and our great grandchildren and tell them this exact same story because I love you and although I'm not ready to get married yet, I still want to spend my whole life with you."
Kennedy slipped the ring onto my ring finger on my right hand and once he released it I took his face between my hands and kissed him passionately. He returned the kiss and it deepened until I realised the inappropriateness of our location with what we were about to do.
"Maybe we should head home," I suggested as Kennedy's eyes darkened. He took my hand and pulled me from the seat and we practically ran back towards the car, thankful that Kennedy had given me my ballet flats. Kennedy kept stalling the car as he attempted to pull out of his park and I giggled at his frustration as I let my hand creep up his thigh.
"Fucking hell Cassii, you're not making this any easier for me," Kennedy growled as the car finally began to move and he sped off towards the apartment, getting home in half the time it would have usually taken us.
Once he had parked the car in front of the apartment, we both yanked our seatbelts off and he pulled me into him for a lusty kiss, until I pushed him away from me.
"Let's not do this in here. We have a full sized bed inside."
Kennedy opened his door and I opened mine at the same time, but he exclaimed for me to wait and I did as he ran around to my side of the car and opened it for me, taking my hand as I stood up from the seat.
Once inside, Kennedy began to unbutton his shirt as I reached for the pearl necklace.
Kennedy stopped me. "Keep it on." I moved my hands towards the zipper on my dress, pulling it down easily and feeling Kennedy's eyes move down my body as he took in my black lace bra and underwear set.
"I'm so glad I picked those ones out."
He began to unbuckle his belt as we moved towards the bedroom.
"I feel bad, you bought me all this jewellery, and flowers, and dinner and I didn't even get you anything. I was going to make you dinner but you beat me to it," I whined. Kennedy chuckled.
"The flowers were for the anniversary. The jewellery was to apologise for being an ass to you and the dinner was because you deserve a break every now and again. You can repay me in sex," he smirked at the end and I smirked back at him.
"Oh, I plan on it."
He pushed me onto the bed as I let out a playful squeal and he hovered over me, pressing his lips to mine softly as nearly all the lust from before was replaced with love.
"Happy anniversary, Kennedy."
"Happy anniversary, Cassii. I love you."
Kennedy and I had been going through a rough patch for the last week. It all started with a petty fight about him cleaning up his mess in the kitchen, which then escalated into me yelling at him for not doing anything in the apartment. I worked five days a week, cooked dinner, did the grocery shopping, and cleaned every surface of the apartment, while Kennedy was a musician which meant that if he wasn't on tour or in the studio, he was at home doing nothing.
Since the fight, he'd be out whenever I was home, either hanging out with the boys or out at a bar, but either way he'd come home in the early hours of the morning reeking of alcohol and greasy food. My own boyfriend had begun to avoid me.
As I put two slices of bread in the toaster, my phone buzzed with a notification from my calendar.
Today:One year anniversary with Kennedy <3
I sighed. Of all the days that we had to be in the middle of a huge argument. Knowing him, he wouldn't have planned anything for the day or bought anything to give to me. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't even remember what today was.
I ate my breakfast and got dressed for work, leaving without saying a word to Kennedy. He'd only be angry if I woke him up anyway.
I arrived at work, booting up my computer to get started on my work for the day. Brianna, the girl who worked in the cubicle next to mine and also one of my closest friends, popped her head over the top of my wall.
"What are you doing in today? Shouldn't you be having some amazing anniversary sex with Kennedy right now?" she asked with a cheeky grin on her face.
"Yeah well that might have been the case if he'd actually looked at me this week," I scowled, feeling my bad mood escalate.
Brianna's face fell. "Oh. I didn't know, sorry."
I sighed. "It's okay, Bri, you didn't know. No-one knows, really. I mean, he's probably told the band because they would have asked why he's out with them every night instead of home with me, but other than that I haven't really let on that anything was wrong."
"Well if he won't take you out for lunch, then I will. Consider me to be your boyfriend for the day, I'll shower you with love and affection," she smiled and I couldn't help but giggle, my bad mood lifting.
I worked hard all morning until it was time for Brianna and I to go to lunch. She led me to a cute little cafe that was practically empty and we ordered coffee and a plate of fries with a side of mayonnaise to share.
"So, spill. What's going on with you and Kennedy?"
I told her everything that happened between Kennedy and I, from the first fight, to the nights I spent alone, more often than not finishing off a tub of Ben and Jerry's cookie dough ice cream while watching One Tree Hill and occasionally crying myself to sleep.
"I just want him home to talk to him, tell him I'm sorry for being a bitch, but I don't even see him anymore and that's the worst part," I complained, on the verge of tears.
"Babe, it's okay. You weren't being a bitch," I opened my mouth to protest, but Brianna cut me off, "But I'm not blaming Kennedy either. You both have your differences and that's normal in a relationship. You've been together a year and this is your first serious fight, you've done so well to last this long! You and Kennedy are so great together and I'd hate to see your relationship fall apart because of something so small."
Brianna was right. I was a complete neat freak who liked everything in order and Kennedy was more of a free spirit and took things as they came. We were polar opposites but that was part of the reason why we worked so well as a couple, we balanced each other out. I knew that I had become more laidback since I started dating Kennedy and he had picked up on a few of my habits, such as rinsing bowls and plates after he used them instead of just dumping them in the sink and actually putting his dirty laundry in the dirty laundry basket instead of on the floor.
I worked up the courage to text Kennedy, telling him that when I got home I wanted to talk to him, but I never received a reply. Brianna and I walked back to the office and the receptionist got my attention as I walked in the door.
"Cassii? You had a delivery arrive at lunchtime, I had them put it on your desk."
I furrowed my brow as a smile crept onto Bri's face. I wondered if she knew something that I didn't.
I got to my desk and my eyes widened as I saw a bouquet of red roses on my desk with a card attached. I inhaled the scent of the roses deeply, a smile growing on my face as I read the note.
To my dearest Cassii,
This bouquet has twelve red roses in it, one for each month that we've been together. One day our entire house will be filled with roses for each month we've been together because that's how long I want to spend with you, and more. Happy Anniversary, I love you.
Love, Kennedy xx
I could feel tears rushing to my eyes and I brushed them away, but I soon realised that the note didn't have any kind of apology for the last week to it, so I guessed that he had ordered them before the fight and there was still the chance that he had forgotten our anniversary.
My good mood had deflated slightly and I set the flowers on my desk, tucking the card into my handbag as I continued with my work for the rest of the afternoon until it came time for me to go home.
I opened the door with my bag over my shoulder and the bouquet of roses tucked into the crook of my arm. Kennedy mustn't have gotten my text as the apartment was empty, as it had been when I had returned home from work for the last week. I scowled and nearly thought about tossing the flowers in the trashcan, before a note in Kennedy's handwriting caught my eye.
Cassii,
Put down your bag and the flowers, take off your shoes and go straight to the bathroom. Do not ignore this note.
Kennedy
Confused, I put my handbag and the roses on the counter. If he remembered ordering the flowers, then it must have meant that he remembered our anniversary. I took off my work heels and headed to the bathroom, my hand flying to cover my mouth as I took in the sight before me.
The bath was steaming with hot, bubbly water and the only light in the room was coming from the flickering rose-scented candles placed around the room. Around the edge of the bathtub were red rose petals and a glass of my favourite pink wine, my nice dress and sexy underwear hanging from the back of the door handle. There was another note on the back of the door and I ripped it off eagerly, a smile spread from ear to ear.
I know how hard you've worked today, so take a bath, have a glass of wine and relax. Set the alarm on your phone (which I know you still have with you because let's face it, you never put it down) for 6pm and enjoy your relaxing bath, then get changed into the clothes I've laid out for you. Doing your hair and makeup is optional, however. I love you without it, but you might feel more comfortable wearing it. Make sure you're ready by 6:45pm and go into the bedroom when you're finished.
Kennedy
I set an alarm for 6pm and tied my hair up into a bun, shedding my clothes and jumping into the tub. It was just hot enough that it wasn't burning my skin, but it would stay hot until it was time to get out. I inhaled the deep scent of the candles and rose petals and took a sip of my wine, feeling all the stresses in my body from the last week melt away.
I must have closed my eyes because before I knew it, my alarm was beeping at me. I'd drunk all my wine, the bubbles in the bath had dissipated and the water was lukewarm. I wrapped myself up in the clean towel Kennedy had left out, thankful that I had shaved my legs out of boredom last night. I slipped on the lacy underwear and my black dress, shaking my hair out of its bun and restyling it so it hung in loose curls around my face and applying a light touch of makeup. Once I was finished, it was 6:40pm, so I headed into the bedroom where I found my black heels, clutch and a black box from the jewellers sitting on the bed, with yet another note sitting on top of it.
You always wear diamonds, so I thought I'd get you something a little different. Once you're ready, come into the living room.
Kennedy
I opened the box to find a string of pearls laying inside and I quickly fastened them around my neck, slipped my shoes on, grabbed the clutch and headed into the living room where I could see the top of Kennedy's head as he sat on the couch. The bouquet of roses had been put into a vase and now sat on the coffee table.
I cleared my throat as I stood behind the couch and Kennedy whipped his head around, a small smile gracing his features as he took in my appearance.
"You look beautiful," he said softly and I ducked my head as I blushed. "Listen, Cassii, I just wanna say-"
"Don't Kennedy." His face fell, so I continued speaking. "I should be the one apologising. I shouldn't have let it get so far and I know that I can be a bit of a clean freak and you're... well, you're not. I'm sorry for taking it out on you."
Kennedy took my hands in his."Cassii, I'm sorry too. I should be doing more around here because you work full-time and the last thing I want is for you to burn yourself out working and taking care of me. I'm a grown adult and I should be acting more like it. I'm sorry."
Kennedy pulled me into a hug and I rested my head on his chest, closing my eyes and letting myself relax as I listened to the slow beat of his heart.
"Come on, I have plans for us tonight. We need to get going." I transferred all my essentials from my handbag to the clutch and we walked to Kennedy's car hand-in-hand.
We parked outside of the steakhouse that we ate at when we were too lazy to cook and I felt my heart sink a little. He had made me get all dressed up to go somewhere we ate nearly every Sunday night.
I felt a scowl sink onto my face and I started walking towards the entrance.
"Babe? Where are you going?" Kennedy called after me. I turned to see him standing by the car.
"We're not going to the steakhouse?"
Kennedy laughed at me. "Why would I take you to somewhere we go at least three times a months for our anniversary?"
"Well I kinda guessed that you spent all your money on this necklace and the roses." Kennedy laughed again and I walked back to him with a smile on my face as he took my hand and began to lead me across the road to the fancy Italian place I'd always gazed at while eating my chicken salad.
A bowl of pasta and a bottle of wine later and I was ready to go home, but Kennedy had a few other plans for us.
"Take off your heels and put them in the car, we're going to go for a little walk and I don't want your feet to get sore." I followed his instruction and he handed me my ballet flats as my feet cried out in relief from the tall shoes.
We walked along the pathway that led to the park and Kennedy pulled me down onto one of the benches. He was fiddling with something in his pocket and I couldn't help but get suspicious. We had only been together a year, he wasn't planning on proposing already was he?
"This bench was where I kissed you for the first time. We had been for lunch with your sister and the weather was nice so we went for a walk through the park and you were tired so we sat down here on this bench and we talked about your sister as I worked up the courage to kiss you and I officially asked you out the week after that."
I remembered every detail of the day, from what I had for breakfast to exactly how Kennedy's lips tasted on mine; like sweet vanilla mixed with a slight minty after taste. He was nervous as hell, I could tell from the way that his eyes would continue to dart from my eyes, to my lips, to his fidgeting hands. I was nervous as well, Kennedy was the first guy I had ever properly liked and I was kind of scared of the commitment.
"I have one last present for you," Kennedy said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small velvet box and my heart skipped a beat. "It's not an engagement ring because although I love you more than life itself, I don't think that either of us are ready for that yet. It's a promise ring, and I'm promising you that one day we'll sit on this same park bench with our children, our grandchildren and our great grandchildren and tell them this exact same story because I love you and although I'm not ready to get married yet, I still want to spend my whole life with you."
Kennedy slipped the ring onto my ring finger on my right hand and once he released it I took his face between my hands and kissed him passionately. He returned the kiss and it deepened until I realised the inappropriateness of our location with what we were about to do.
"Maybe we should head home," I suggested as Kennedy's eyes darkened. He took my hand and pulled me from the seat and we practically ran back towards the car, thankful that Kennedy had given me my ballet flats. Kennedy kept stalling the car as he attempted to pull out of his park and I giggled at his frustration as I let my hand creep up his thigh.
"Fucking hell Cassii, you're not making this any easier for me," Kennedy growled as the car finally began to move and he sped off towards the apartment, getting home in half the time it would have usually taken us.
Once he had parked the car in front of the apartment, we both yanked our seatbelts off and he pulled me into him for a lusty kiss, until I pushed him away from me.
"Let's not do this in here. We have a full sized bed inside."
Kennedy opened his door and I opened mine at the same time, but he exclaimed for me to wait and I did as he ran around to my side of the car and opened it for me, taking my hand as I stood up from the seat.
Once inside, Kennedy began to unbutton his shirt as I reached for the pearl necklace.
Kennedy stopped me. "Keep it on." I moved my hands towards the zipper on my dress, pulling it down easily and feeling Kennedy's eyes move down my body as he took in my black lace bra and underwear set.
"I'm so glad I picked those ones out."
He began to unbuckle his belt as we moved towards the bedroom.
"I feel bad, you bought me all this jewellery, and flowers, and dinner and I didn't even get you anything. I was going to make you dinner but you beat me to it," I whined. Kennedy chuckled.
"The flowers were for the anniversary. The jewellery was to apologise for being an ass to you and the dinner was because you deserve a break every now and again. You can repay me in sex," he smirked at the end and I smirked back at him.
"Oh, I plan on it."
He pushed me onto the bed as I let out a playful squeal and he hovered over me, pressing his lips to mine softly as nearly all the lust from before was replaced with love.
"Happy anniversary, Kennedy."
"Happy anniversary, Cassii. I love you."