It had been two months since Sam asked Mon to be her girlfriend.
Two months since their first kiss, soft and slow and worth every second of waiting.
Two months since everything had changed—yet somehow, nothing had changed.
Because love wasn't just in big, life-altering moments.
It was in the little things.
Like the way Sam always gave Mon the fluffiest pancakes at breakfast.
Or the way Mon instinctively reached for Sam's hand without thinking.
It was in the way Sam tied Mon's shoelaces when she was too busy talking about something she was excited about.
Or the way Mon always saved the last bite of her ice cream for Sam, even though it was her favorite part.
Neither of them had said the words yet.
Not out loud.
But Mon knew.
She knew in the way Sam looked at her—like she was something fragile and precious, like she had found the most beautiful thing in the world and was afraid to lose it.
She knew in the way Sam always tucked Mon's hair behind her ear, slowly, gently, even when it didn't need fixing.
She knew in the way Sam held her tightly—as if letting go wasn't an option.
Mon knew.
She felt it.
Sam loved her.
Even if she hadn't said it yet.
And Mon?
Mon loved her, too.
She just didn't know when—or how—to say it.
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It was a quiet Saturday evening.
The kind where the world outside was loud and chaotic, but inside their little bubble, everything was peaceful.
Mon was curled up on Sam's couch, her head resting in Sam's lap, while Sam absentmindedly ran fingers through her hair.
A soft movie played in the background—one they weren't really watching.
Because Mon was too busy listening to Sam's heartbeat.
And Sam was too busy looking at Mon like she was the most important thing in the universe.
Something about the moment felt... different.
Like it was leading up to something.
Mon could feel it in the air, heavy and unspoken.
Sam's fingers stilled in Mon's hair.
Mon blinked up at her.
Sam was staring, lips slightly parted like she wanted to say something—needed to say something.
"Mon," she murmured.
Mon swallowed. "Yeah?"
Sam exhaled softly.
And then—
She smiled.
Not her usual smirk, not the teasing kind of smile she gave when she was being her usual cool self.
This was soft. Real.
This was Sam with her walls down.
Her fingers brushed against Mon's cheek.
And in a voice that was barely more than a whisper, she finally said it.
"I love you."
Mon stopped breathing.
For a second, she was sure her heart forgot how to beat.
Not because she hadn't been expecting it.
But because it felt like everything.
Sam didn't just say it casually.
She didn't say it like it was just another phrase.
She said it like a vow.
Like a promise she had been waiting to make.
Like forever.
Mon sat up slowly, never breaking eye contact.
Sam watched her carefully, like she was scared Mon wouldn't say it back.
Like she had never said those words to anyone before.
Mon reached for Sam's hand.
Held it tightly.
And in a voice that was steady, sure, unshakable, she whispered—
"I love you too."
Sam let out a breathless laugh, like she had been holding it in this entire time.
She looked at Mon like she had just won the universe.
And then—
She kissed her.
Not like their first kiss.
Not slow and hesitant.
This one was deep. Certain.
Like home.
Like this was exactly where they were meant to be.
Like every version of their future had been leading up to this moment.
Mon melted into it, into Sam's warmth, into the feeling of being completely, overwhelmingly loved.
Because this wasn't just a kiss.
It was a promise.
That Sam wasn't going anywhere.
That this—whatever it was, whatever it would become—was real.
And Mon?
Mon knew.
She knew that no matter what happened, no matter how life changed—
This love?
It was forever.
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When the Story Continues (Sequel to When the Script Changes)
RomanceSequel to the story "When the Script Changes." This one, will follow Freen and Becky as they navigate life as new parents, balancing their love, responsibilities, and the chaos of raising Mon and Pin while still keeping their relationship strong.
