Bring it.

"Oh baby… Let’s just make every day valentine’s day, that way we don’t have to think about anything else!"

You're so cheesy sometimes.

I want it to be Valentine’s day again.

Preach.

Tatum made a playfully pouty face that dissolved into another smile. The anticipation resting in her bones as the drove on. Till then Tatum was singing Get Into the Groove at the top of her lungs and occasionally stealing Mitch’s Phone to sneak selfies or two, recording every passing moment. This was what having a life was, this was what she’d been waiting for.

Mitch pulled the car into a spot right outside the house, two or three other vehicles dotted around who he gathered were other guests. A Benz, a Porsche... Okay this place was fancy. Maybe he should've put on nicer shoes than his beaten up old Vans. Shrugging to himself, he shut off the car. "An overnight stay in this fancy ass place is where I'm taking ya," he said, swivelling his head to get a full 360 view. The house was overlooking an impossibly long front garden, trees and undergrowth surrounding everything. He wasn't joking when he said they were headed somewhere away from people. "All I read was that they had a hot tub and I was sold." He leaned over for one last kiss before getting out the car and retrieving their bags.

Mitch rolled his eyes at Tatum's question with a dumb grin, the hand that had been resting on her thigh for the whole trip giving her a swift poke. "Be patient," he replied, all of a sudden noticing how the buildings were thinning out only to be replaced by trees, the roads getting narrower also. "Soon."

Mitch held himself where he was at fear of distracting Tatum but all that he really wanted to do right then was to push her onto his bed and kiss her until they were naked. He loved seeing her unabashedly happy like this, it was extremely infectious. But no, they had bigger and better places to be. They didn't need to be slowed down. "Let's get this show on the road then, little lady." 

Crossing his arms over his chest, Mitch lent back against the doorframe, watching as Tatum whipped all over, seemingly finding items of her clothing in places he didn't even know they were. He'd found living with a girl to be a series of moments like that, constantly finding random items of hers in the weirdest places. "If anyone needs us, they can call the boss." He cleared his throat. "Which is obviously me." His own bag sat packed up next to the door and he bent over to bury Tatum's phone deep into his clothes. She could easily get to his pockets as he knew that if she was anywhere near that area, he wouldn't be thinking sharply at all. "So you're not gonna ask any questions on where we're going?"

Damn it, she shouldn’t have even said what she said. “It’s nothing, I don’t wanna ruin our weekend…” She bit her bottom lip, looking down at her feet before weakly answering. “Before you got here um… Matt called me… We got into another stupid fight…. I don’t want to think about it anymore,” She moved over to Mitch’s side, hugging his waist close to her. “I just wanna go with you, anywhere with you, and forget about it, please?”

"Okay," Mitch nodded, speaking softly. "Okay, we can do that." He leant over and kissed Tatum on the top of the head. "I suggest we start by doing this..." He scanned the room for a moment and spotted her phone, swiping it up from the side. He kept his finger on the top button until the whole thing shut off before sliding it into his pocket. "You ain't getting this bad boy back 'til we come home. And don't even bother askin' for it." Leaning down just slightly, he got all into her space and kissed her on the end of the nose. "Now pack a bag, kid. We don't got all day."

Tatum’s mood had gone from zero to cloud nine in a matter of seconds, and before she knew it she was off the floor, Mitch swinging her from side to side, her final kiss settling right onto his lips leaving her to look into his eyes lovingly and longingly “You’ve got the world’s bet timing, Big Guy.” She sniffed the remainder of sadness fro her previous conversation gone without a trace. She could always rely on Mitch to cheer her up with just his presence. It was all she needed.

Mitch nodded knowingly, not an ounce of modesty in his body. "What can I say? I'm awes- Wait, what do you mean?" When the gravity of what she'd said actually reached his brain for him to think about, he got slightly concerned. His eyes followed her retreating form suspiciously. "And don't go shakin' it off. I wanna know."

Tatum had already been frazzled between her conversation with Matt and her rush to hide her present, but his words had stopped her in her tracks. She hid the present behind her back and her eyes lit up as he explained. It left her to drop the cellophane covered basket and run straight into his arms, papers flying everywhere  ”Oh my god!” She screamed, hugging him tightly as she began to kiss his face. “That is so thought full of you that’s so sweet, what even!”

Mitch had a split second to brace himself before Tatum's body came hurtling towards him, throwing his arms around the short girl and lifting her right off of the ground. "Anything for my princess," he mumbled through the barrage of kisses. "Figured we need some time away from all the bullshit, both of us."

Tatum on the other hand loved Valentine’s day, The love in the air was overwhelming and to the ever shining optimist, it couldn’t get any better than that. It was that one day of the year where people were so shameless about their love for each other. She herself had never spent it with anyone, but just watching it as she aged had always given Tatum a little more to hope for in her youth, a little more more to keep her going. Hoping she could be just as happy as she people who walked down the boulevard hand in had, dressed in red and pink with adoring smiles on their faces.

The scene that greeted him in his, well their, room was odd to say the least but he could only really process one thing at once so he stuck with his news. "Fucking V day, kid!" he exclaimed, swooshing the papers in his hand around. The big beaming grin on his face was fit to crack his face in half. "I booked us somethin'. A place for me and you to go with no other son of a bitch around for miles." He nodded triumphantly. "Pack a bag, short stack. 'Cause we're leaving in a half hour."