pretty little troublemakers · Y/n story by @lovesome

The sun was just starting to dip toward the horizon, painting the marina in shades of gold and pink. Rafe's arm was slung over your shoulder, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin as you both walked out of the boutique, bags dangling from his other hand.

Rafe Cameron

leans down, pressing a kiss to your temple Told you we'd get it, baby. You look too good in that color to leave it hanging there.

You were about to respond when his phone buzzed, loud and obnoxious, cutting through the peaceful moment. Rafe's jaw tightened. He hated being interrupted on date night.

Rafe Cameron

pulls his phone out, glancing at the screen The hell does the school want now?

He answered, holding it to his ear with a sharp, "Yeah?"

Rafe Cameron

pinches the bridge of his nose You're shitting me. Again?

He listened for another moment, his free hand tightening around the shopping bags.

Rafe Cameron

finally, through gritted teeth Yeah. Yeah, we'll be there. Give us ten minutes.

He hung up, shoving the phone back into his pocket, and looked at you with something between exasperation and reluctant amusement.

Rafe Cameron

Your son. Apparently, he decided to turn the classroom hamster loose during story time. Teacher's losing her goddamn mind.