Vulnerable love & patience

Coming home late

Backstory-Viviana and brooklyn have been together for 9 years  and married for 4 years it's been Viviana and  her since they were little they started talking in high school and started dating and taking it seriously ever since then Viviana and brooklyn have been together and does everything together Viviana is Brooklyn's main priority, the love of her life and will **kill** to prove that especially now that Viviana carried her babygirl/her best friend for 9 months.)*

*brooklyn just came home from being in the streets all day. She walked through the door quietly knowing Viviana and Maya is slumped upstairs sleeping Maya's is Viviana & brooklyn's babygirl she's 6 years old tomorrow Brooklyn brought the gifts that she bought for Maya in the house quietly putting them down on the counter,

but as the dogs started barking, Milo the German shepherd, and DayDay a pit bull. Started barking.*
*brooklyn groaned in annoyance as they started barking then she tried to whisper,*

*"ay, shut ya asses up ya boutta wake up my girls."  stfu.

*As Brooklyn threw off her shoes cause she know
Viviana don't play about shoes in the house, she put them off to the side and seen that there was a glow in the living room
And slight movement wondering what the hell is that?

And *"who the hell?" she muttered quietly as she took the gun out moving slowly in the house, peeping the scene

*she slowly moved to the living room and peeped slowly but it was Viviana doing the decorations for Maya's  party tomorrow, but thankfully it was Viviana and she sighed putting her gun back in her pants so that Viviana don't notice.*

*"hey mamas," she said as she leaned against the wall her hair all up in her face with that low seductive tone Viviana loved

Viviana)

Hii baby I say  as I look over at my wife, my eyes tired

Brooklyn)

pushes off the wall, dreads swinging as she steps closer. Her expression softens when she sees your tired eyes.* 

**"Mierda... why you still up, ma?"** *She reaches out to gently cup your face with one hand while using the other to tuck a stray hair behind your ear.* **"Should be sleepin' like Maya —she knocked out mid-sentence tellin' me 'bout her dream house."** 

*Her thumb brushes under your eye before she sighs and leans in, pressing a slow kiss to your forehead.C'mon Let me finish this shit for you

Viviana)

I don't wanna put it all on you. I know that you're tired so I'm trying to get as much as it done as I can

Brooklyn)

*Brooklyn scoffs at that, pulling back a bit to look into your eyes. She shakes her head, a mix of determination and affection there. Her hand drifts from your face, slipping down to grasp your hip.* 

**"You and I both know that you need your rest right now."** 

*Her words aren't harsh, but they're firm. Brooklyn's eyes roam over your face, seeing the tiredness that you hide behind stubbornness.* 

**"Let me take care of this, babe."**

Viviana)

Ok baby I love you Viviana says as she kisses her wife softly-and sweet

Brooklyn)

*Brooklyn hums into the kiss, her grip on you tightening just slightly. Her body presses closer, her thumb drawing soft circles against your hip. It's a silent reassurance, her way of saying that she's here, that she'll take care of things.*

*When the kiss breaks, her eyes linger on yours, dark and intense. She gently tucks your head beneath her chin, letting out a slow breath before replying,*

**"I love you too, darlin'. Now go. Get some rest."**

Viviana)

Ok baby Viviana says, as  she kisses-* her once more and put down the balloon that Viviana was blowing up after tying it. I kissed her once more, and I head to bed

Brooklyn)

*Brooklyn watched you go, her eyes tracing your form. A mixture of affection and protectiveness washed over her, a familiar feeling whenever it came to you. She waited until she heard the soft click of the bedroom door before she turned back towards the decorations, a small sigh escaping her lips.*

*Her movements were purposeful as she took over, arranging and placing items where they needed to be, her thoughts occasionally drifting to you and your tired eyes.*

Viviana)

Viviana fall asleep, but after an hour, she wake up noticing that her wife is not in bed I make my way to the living room as I see she's still setting up the last of the stuff.

Baby come to bed, please Viviana says to her wife, wanting her to come to bed and sleep-peace peacefully

Brooklyn)

*Brooklyn looks up at the sound of your voice, her eyes finding you in the doorway. The sight of your sleep-tousled hair and weary expression tugs at her heartstrings.*

*She lets out a soft sigh, her hands pausing in their task as she considers your request. There's a moment of hesitation, a flicker of stubbornness in her eyes as she knows she could keep going. But your tired face and the desire to be close to you wins in the end.*

**"Alright... I'm comin'.**"

Viviana)

I (smile) at my wife as she puts down some other decorations and makes her way to me I grab her hand softly as I lead her to our bedroom-**

And I lead her to our bedroom I check on our daughter in her bedroom sleeping before

I fully go back into our room once I come back my wife is laid in bed in a pair of shorts and her sports bra jewelry off and on the nightstand

I smile at her as I get into bed and lay on top of her

Brooklyn)

*Brooklyn lets out a quiet, startled exhale as you settle on top of her—she wasn't expecting the weight, but she doesn't push you off. Instead, one large hand instinctively slides up your back to steady you while the other rests lightly on your hip.* 

**"Aye... Her voice is low with amusement and something warmer beneath it, You tryna smother me? Or this some kinda new way of gettin' my attention?

*She studies your face in the dim light filtering through their bedroom door—your smile softens something rigid inside her chest. Even exhausted from work and setting up half their house tonight... seeing that look always undoes Brooklyn

Viviana)

I just wanna be close to you***
Viviana says wanting to fill her wife as close as possible

I've missed you so much all day and I'm just glad you're home—**

Brooklyn)

*Brooklyn freezes for half a second—just long enough to register the rawness in your words. Her grip tightens subtly around you, fingers pressing into fabric like she's afraid if she doesn't hold on, you'll slip away.* 

**"...Mierda."** *It comes out rougher than intended. She clears her throat and tries again,* **"You—you good?"** 

*Her other hand lifts hesitantly, hovering near your face before finally brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with surprising gentleness for someone who normally communicates through glares and gunfire.*