“alright, listen here, pretty boy.” olivia mumbled as she moved through the front door of josh’s place, making her presence known as she shuffled back to close it considering she was clinging to shopping bags -- two of which were filled with food whilst the others were just her daily visit to the mall for new clothes. not that she needed to announce that, it had been that way for years now and he was used to it. “i’m making dinner.. and i know what you’re thinking ‘liv, you have never cooked me food since we’ve been together.’” she mocked him with the deepest voice she could. “--i’m going to make sure it’s the best meal you’ve ever tasted!!” despite the cheery and seemingly happy tone of voice (which was a rare occurrence), olivia started moving into the other’s kitchen, glancing around with a smile. she was a woman on a mission now, and nothing was going to stop her from making sure she did this... or at least tried. moving to put the clothes bags to the side, the others moved to the counter top, picking out each item with a small smile. “j o s h u a, baby, little help?” she called out, “i don’t know where the cooker is... is that what it’s called??” unbeknown to her though, it was right in front of her. “maybe i should facetime daddy, he’d know what to do.”
💋 for a shippy starter --- @joshxfoster
