a/n: okay, i'm pretty sure most of you are really pissed that i'm not updating my multichapters. but in due time, and patience is a virtue.
dedication: to the fuzzy moments with someone you like, and relishing in the simple pleasures of life.
disclaimer: don't own lemonade mouth.
summary: Sittin' in a tree. – Ray/Stella.
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
a childhood rhyme or an eternal promise?
first comes love –
When Ray first kissed Stella, it wasn't fireworks and rainbows and at tingling feeling in his stomach. He kissed her because he couldn't find another way of shutting her up, and the stunned look on her face was totally worth it.
It wasn't until Stella came up to him – days later – and asked, in a tremulous voice, why he had kissed her, that he saw the fireworks and felt the sparks fly.
He kissed her again, realizing that somewhere along the way of his insults and her temper and the daily arguments, he had fallen in love with the petite spitfire.
- then comes marriage –
Stella and Ray were married in a small ceremony. Or so he wished. Of course, the lead guitarist of a world-famous band would want nothing more than an extravaganza and Ray had nearly emptied his bank accounts to fund it.
Seeing Stella glide down the aisle in a white dress, her bronzed bangs free from color and a rosy blush on her cheeks, Ray realized it was all worth it.
At least until she smashed the wedding cake in his face.
- then comes a baby in the baby carriage
It had taken months for them to conceive and even after they had, Ray was constantly worried about his wife's health.
He emptied the fridge of everything unhealthy and scolded her whenever he came to find her eating asparagus in mustard, or something equally disgusting.
For all his worrying, the delivery went smooth, Stella nearly screaming his ear off with the curses and insults he was used to, and the arrival of a small baby girl.
The girl smiled and gurgled something, waving its chubby fingers and regarding Ray with solemn brown eyes.
They had named her Arlanna, for the taunts they had started, and the pledge they had kept.
le fin
a/n: uh…yeah. i know this is not my usual style [romance fluff isn't really my thing] bu enjoy!