Lacrosse is fucking tiring.

He gets pushed and tackled on the field, and all he fucking wants, after winning the championships, is a fucking congratulatory kiss.

But what the shit is he doing?

Sweating through his jersey and holding up her fucking mirror.

He ran to the bleachers about to grab her when Elyse puts her hand up, sitting fucking prettily on his hoodie so her clothes don't get dirty, and tosses him her mirror.

Pax clenches his jaw, eyes following the movement of her lipstick on her fucking pretty mouth.

Elyse purses her lips and smiles at the mirror, and then she caps lipstick, puts it back in her bag, and then fixes her hair.

Pax's arm fucking hurts. "Jesus fucking—"

His girlfriend raises an eyebrow, eyes flicking to him and hands stopping at her hair.

Pax grits his teeth and shuts up.

Satisfied, Elyse smiles, finally fucking stands up, dusting her skirt as if there's anything to fucking dust when she's been sitting on his hoodie the whole time—takes her mirror off his hand and locks her arms around his neck. "Now you can kiss me."

Pax rolls his eyes before he kisses her hard.

Elyse waits for him to open her door in and out of the car. In and out of restaurants, doesn't even look up at him to do it. She could be on her fucking phone and she just—stops in front of the door.

Pax will roll his eyes but he'll push it for her because she fucking likes it and none of her jackshitfucks did that for her before.

He slides the tray of their food on the table and Elyse frowns, looking at it, and then at Pax.

He scowls and gets up again. He forgot to ask for fucking table napkin.

She grins and happily places it over her legs when he gets back.

Elyse fucking makes him carry all her shit while she shops for her fucking dresses as if she doesn't have enough of them already.

And then she also fucking sulks when he doesn't text her happy valentine's.

good fucking morning, he said.

k, she said.

So fucking cute. She's obviously expecting him to greet her happy Valentine's and to tell her to get dressed for their dinner reservation.

Pax doesn't have a fucking dinner reservation.

Kol kicks a fucking balloon. "Fuck this shit."

Arden turns around from where she's up on the ladder, hanging red and white decorations on the wall. "What was that, Kol?"

He grits his teeth and snatches another balloon, pumps it angrily.

Pax grins when Kol gives him his middle finger and infamous sneer as soon as his wife turns back around. He asked help from his sisters-in-law to turn this fucking hotel room to the shit Elyse would like—rose petals, candles, balloons, fucking chocolates and Arden dragged her husband with her.

Yvo went to get the fucking chocolates and food as per orders from Blaise.

Of course Pax's girlfriend would consider fucking Valentine's important to her.

get fucking dressed, he finally texts at five.

NO thank you, Elyse answers, obviously annoyed, but Pax only rolls his eyes because he knows she's scrambling to get ready now, surprised that he actually did shit for Valentine's.

Kol chews his gum and snaps a picture of him when Pax heads out to his car in his fucking red button-down, holding his huge bouquet. "Song bitch."

"Bell bitch," Pax returns, wanting to smack his asshole brother with the huge bouquet that looks like it could commit actual murder from its size, but this is for Elyse. He holds in his anger and gets in his car.

Pax leaves the bouquet in the car and knocks on her door.

Elyse opens it, looking angry in her cuteass red dress and white bowtie and red heels and red fucking lips. Her white bag is slung over her shoulder.

Then she slams the door back in his face.

"Fucking shit, El, open the fucking door. I'm in fucking red, Jesus fucking—"

"No! You didn't bring flowers!" she snaps, sulky.

"If you get your fucking cute ass in the car, you'd get the fucking flowers!"

"No! Bring it to me!"

Oh my fuck.

Pax slams open the door, grabs the fucking bouquet, slams it closed, and then knocks again, jaw tight.

"If you thrust that in my face and ruin my hair and makeup, I'm done with you, Pax Sandejas."

He rolls his eyes. So dramatic, so demanding. Jesus.

He doesn't thrust it in her fucking face, and she takes his hand, grinning giddily at the roses, and then waits for him to open the door.

And see, when Pax moves past the hotel restaurant and Elyse looks at him in confusion, Pax is prepared for her gasp, a jaw drop, her "Oh my God, Pax, you did all this for me? You're so sweet!"

Or her "Oh my God, Pax. You're the best boyfriend ever."

Or her "Oh my God, Pax. Let's skip dinner, please."

Because she will fucking say please and Pax will not argue, but what he's not prepared for are her eyes tearing up when they step out of the elevator hand in hand and get inside the room he and his brothers and his sisters-in-law prepared.

Panic seizes him when she turns to him, bottom lip wobbling. Shit. Shit, SHIT. Did he fucking mess up? Does she not like it—

Shit. He takes a deep breath and bows his head. "El—"

"I love you."

OH MY FUCKING—

Pax hits the fucking table and knocks down everything.

Balloons. Chocolates. The fucking pictures of them.

Elyse's laugh is loud. "Are you okay?"

NO, HE'S FUCKING NOT, HE'S ABOUT TO FUCKING CRY—

Her hand finds his and her other fucking hand goes to his fucking face and he can't move. "You remembered that I wanted this kind of Valentine's. This brand of chocolates. This hotel. The balloons and the candles and petals and pictures of us—everything." She smiles at him and tiptoes, gives him a sweet and slow kiss. "Thank you. I love you, Pax."

"Fuck, shut the fuck up," he breathes helplessly, and fuck, why is it so fucking hot in here? He grips her chin and kisses her, and he feels her fucking smile and her giggle fills his ear and this is all he wants.

What he doesn't fucking want is her not fucking missing him.

Pax, Yvo, and Kol glare at their fucking phones.

Kol kicks the sofa when it doesn't do anything, it hasn't fucking done anything for the past two hours.

Pax clenches his jaw, fingers in fists. What the fuck is Elyse doing not fucking texting him—

Yvo gets up, shoving his hand in his jeans for his keys and slams the door on the way out. Kol and Pax follow him.

Kol pushes Pax to the backseat because he's the fucking youngest and he hates that shit, but he pushes him too and Kol almost slams him to the car when Yvo presses on the gas, threatening to leave without them.

He would fucking do it, too. Sneering, Pax slams the door to the backseat closed and Kol does, too.

His second oldest brother takes out his pack on the road and Yvo slaps it. Hard.

"What the fuck—"

"I'm in a fucking mood to fucking murder, don't fucking test me," Yvo says quietly, not even looking at him.

"We're all in a fucking mood, bitch," Kol growls back, kicking the floor of his car.

Pax wants to fucking laugh seeing the rings on these two assholes.

Yvo barely parks the car before they're all out of there and pushing their way to the bar.

Well, they don't push as much as they should when everyone moves out of the fucking way. They're three tall and angry blondes. Pax doesn't blame them.

He spots his fucking girlfriend dancing, clearly drunk.

"Pax?" Elyse yells when he pulls her to him. She grins, and then she gasps, slapping her hand over her mouth. "What are you doing here? Who's watching the kids? Did you just leave them alone?" Elyse slaps his arm and glares at him. "Pax, that's so irresponsible!"

They don't have fucking kids yet but Pax feels like he already has four. "You're drunk."

His girlfriend grins at him, eyes drooping. "No, I'm Elyse."

"Fucking wasted."

"No, I'm fucking you."

Alright. Enough of this shit.

Pax holds her as gently as he can by the waist to drag her to the bar, get her water to sober her up a bit, when he catches sight of Yvo throwing Blaise over his shoulder and her hitting his back, and then Kol trying to stop his wife from giving him a fucking striptease and lap dance in front of everyone.

Jesus.

It takes an hour to get all three girls in the car.

Kol stares blankly ahead when they lean against the side of the car, panting. "Fuck."

Yvo still looks angry, but he glances back through the window and his face fucking relaxes.

Pax, meanwhile, will have to take off the fucking makeup off his girlfriend because she'll hate him in the morning if he doesn't.

They all carry their respective fucking women out of Yvo's car, and without saying bye, Kol heads to his Audi and Pax heads to his Jaguar and Yvo kicks the front door of his home open.

"Can't fucking believe you three made us all your bitches," Pax mutters under his breath, and then kisses Elyse's forehead once he straps her in the passenger seat safely, pushing the seat back so she can rest.

He still can't believe it, but he's not going to fucking complain. He'll be her bitch for her life once he puts a ring on her.

Kol and Yvo have don't fucking complain, either.

*

Elyse strips him at home.

"Kiss! Kiss me!"

Smiling, he does.

She grins. "Thank you."

*

the boys just waiting at home glaring at their phones cracks me up sfskhfksf