-Author's POV-

Cheryl finishes the final arrangements with the last of her girls, she tried to laugh and smile, but her upset heart couldn't seem to crack a single smile. Madison was the only thing on her mind, and she was beyond upset with Clara for taking her time away from the teen.

She fiddles with her phone through the car journey, deliberating if it would be appropriate to call Madison; all she wanted to do was hear the teens laugh. She wanted to hear her voice, the thoughts that Madison would sound without filtering, and she desperately wanted to hear the smile in her voice.

Cheryl fights against her thoughts and calls Madison.

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Madison giggles, she has never been so ecstatic. For once, her parents had finally given up their work time, and focused on her.

"Alright champ," Connor chuckles, "It's your turn, roll the dice." Madison smiles and shakes the pieces in her hand; another giggle is sounded before releasing the numbered dices onto the board.

"YES! In your face Daddy!" She fist pumps her arm into the air and moves her playing piece. "I'm so going to win this!" Madison giggles.

"There's still my turn," Clara laughs at her daughters' childishness, "Don't get ahead of yourself now." The mother has been giving Madison exactly what she always wanted.

Her time.

Her attention.

She was finally getting it all, and she didn't dare to question it.

"In your face Madison," The mother joins in on the playfulness and moves past her daughters' playing piece.

Madison rolls her eyes; she sulks back into the dinning table seat.

"I still have another turn-"

"Don't even try," Clara cuts off her daughter, "I've got this in the bag-"

"No I've got this-"

"It's your father's turn and I'm sure he's not getting anywhere with his piece still at the start of the board." Clara teases her.

Madison rolls her eyes with a pout.

"Daddy," Just as she goes to speak again her phone rings loudly.

"Uh-ah!" Clara snatches Madison's phone right before she answers Cheryl's call. "No phones remember?" The mother ignores the call and turns off the teens phone.

"Mum!" Madison groans, "I need to answer-"

"We said no phones, I don't have my phone, and neither does your father." The teen suppresses herself from sadness.

"Fine." She whispers, her hands rest atop of the wooden table, she distracts her mind in hopes to stop herself from getting upset.

"Come on sweetheart," Clara sighs, she reaches out and places her hand over Madison's. "We were having a good time-"

"I know but what if she wanted to tell me something important-"

"I'm sure it can wait until tomorrow-"

"And what if it's about tomorrow? What if she can't make it? What if Kimberley-"

"Madison," Clara speaks more firmly this time, "I said that's enough. Come on now, its your fathers turn to roll the dice."

The teen nods and focuses back to her father's cheery actions. Her lips quiver in sadness, but she's imposing her tears. She was unsure why she'd allowed Cheryl to change her mood so abruptly.

She works on getting her happiness back.

Family time. She'd repeat to herself.

This is everything I wanted. Family time.

We are a family.

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Cheryl presses the end call and sighs in frustration.

"Fcuking hell." She hisses; her fingers run through the long brown locks. She's annoyed, and the boiling temper was soon to erupt.

"We're here Mrs." Cheryl gives Henry a friendly smile, with a thank you; she exits the car and rushes to the front door.

She didn't have time to dwell over Madison; preparations were needed to be done before the live show tonight.

"Good that means I've made it home in time," Kimberley emerges from the kitchen with a smile; it soon fades once noticing Cheryl's flustered expression.

"What's the matter?" She instantly takes her wife into a tight embrace, "Hm? What's happened baby?" Kimberley sighs, her lips work to calm Cheryl from the shaking state she was currently in.

One kiss to the head.

Temple.

Forehead.

And finally, one kiss to the trembling lips.

"Talk to me babe."She pleads.

"She's not coming," Cheryl's voice shakes; she swallows the lump in her throat and speaks up again."Clara doesn't want her coming, she wanted her home.. And she wanted to go home." She breathes.

Kimberley smiles sadly, and embraces her wife back into a cuddle.

"You're fcuking adorable you know that?"

"Am not." Cheryl grumbles; she buries her face into the crook of Kimberley's neck.

"We can always see her another day-"

"We're seeing her tomorrow," Kimberley steps back to get a better look at her wife, her hands stroke Cheryl's forearms to keep their world connected.

"Where are we seeing her?"

"Clara is having a family barbeque and Maddy asked us to join." Kimberley smiles, the sparkle has returned into the brown orbs.

"Sounds like fun," They share a smile. "Now, no more being sad. We have the live shows to go, and we have to still pick up - is she not coming to the show?" Cheryl shakes her head sadly.

"Alright, it's okay baby. We are seeing her tomorrow.. Let's go get our things and head over to the studio." It was always in Kimberley to bring her wife's happiness back to its bubbly and jolly self.

"Okay," Cheryl whispers, she allows Kimberley to lead them up the stairs and collect their essentials for tonight. She was hoping Madison would join them tonight, almost trying to convince herself that they were a family.

"Baby?" The Geordie finally speaks, Kimberley stops at the top of the stairs, the bags overflow her hands.

"What's up?"

Cheryl smiles,"Didn't you think it would have been nice if we had all gone together like?"She asks.

Kimberley returns the smile, "There's always next time." She begins her trip down the stairs; Cheryl trails behind her.

The blonde always took it upon herself to never let Cheryl lift a single finger. Kimberley was never as tidy as her wife; she was messy, which gave Cheryl the role to constantly clean around the grand home.

They climb into the car with no troubles.

"C'mere." Kimberley opens her arm and invites the Geordie into for a cuddle.

"Shouldn't we wear our seat-belts?" Cheryl asks, already getting comfortable in her wife's arms.

"Nah," Kimberley shakes her head. Her hand trails down to the hem of Cheryl's shirt, and slides it in for skin contact.

"Baby?" The Geordie hums.

"Hm?" Kimberley replies with a kiss to the head. "What are you always wanting?" They giggle.

"Do you think," She begins, her fingers fiddle to the buttons on Kimberley's blouse. "Do you think Madison would ever want to live with us?"

The blonde internally sighs. She didn't want to crush her wife's dreams of the teen moving in with them, because the possibilities of that happening were slim to none.

"We can have family luncheons, and breakfasts, oh and we can have cute little dinners outside," Cheryl looks at her wife, the beaming smile was hard to resist. "We can even go on walks.. Don't families do that? They take walks and talk about stuff." This gets Kimberley to giggle.

"Come here, I can't be dealing with your cuteness.. I need to kiss you." She pulls the Geordie onto her lap, and kisses her immediately.

Cheryl giggles into the lip lock, but soon loses herself in the passion. Her hands habitually wrap themselves around Kimberley's neck, the blonde's hands roam the tasteful skin.

Henry raises the partition, giving the couple their privacy.

"Mmm," Kimberley groans, her tongue sways in a pattern Cheryl knew all to well, "God your lips are addicting." She breathes against the sculptured mouth.

Cheryl grins, "I know what you're trying to do." She giggles knowingly.

"What?" Kimberley smirks, "Kissing," She kisses her, "You." Another kiss.

"That, and trying to distract us." The blonde smiles sweetly, her hands retreat from under Cheryl's shirt, and brush through the brown locks with affection.

She brings her back in for an impassioned kiss, deep and filled with love.

Their lips are rose petals to the touch, silky, and full. Tongues touch, and all their senses have disappeared. After years together, they were still addicted to their touch, to their lips, to their scent, they would always be addicted to each other.

Kimberley nips at Cheryl's lower lip, and releases it with a playful tug between her teeth.

"You satisfied?" The Geordie giggles breathlessly.

"Me?" Kimberley gasps humorously, "Never." They share another kiss.

Henry cautiously lowers the partition dividing them.

"We're here ladies." Cheryl is first to break the kiss, both of their lips are red from the tight lip lock they were currently in.

"Thank you," Kimberley breathes, she opens the door and allows Cheryl to slide out first.

"Let me just grab our bags-"

"Let us help you-"

"I've got it, I've got it." She quickly collects the bags and follows the Geordie into the building doors.

Cheryl is instantly swarmed with staff; Kimberley internally rolls her eyes and walks ahead of her wife leaving the staff members to shower the Geordie with attention.

Cheryl catches a glimpse of her wife disappearing into her dressing room.

"We've already had sound check with the girls." She nods, taking in everyone's words.

"You need to be out on stage in an hour."

"Simon wants to have a word with you before we go live."

"Lisa is inside ready for hair and makeup."

She takes a deep breath and raises her hand to silence them, "I've got it, I'm going into me dressing room now and don't want to be bothered until I've finished getting ready." With those words said, they allow her to walkaway and follow her wife's steps into the dressing room.

"Sorry about that."She instantly apologizes.

"It's fine," Kimberley keeps her focus on unpacking the bags she'd put together.

"Baby," Cheryl knew when her wife was upset, and she'd definitely upset her even if it wasn't intentional.

She's insecure. The remembrance of Kimberley confessing her feelings swarms her.

"Baby," Kimberley laughs lightly, "I said I'm fine, Lisa is waiting for you." She gives the best smile she could possible give.

"Alright.. We'll talk in a bit." Cheryl edges closer and gives her a kiss.

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Madison rushes to the sofa and slumps down beside her mother and father. Clara and Connor sandwich their daughter between them, and for the first time, they hold the teen as they watch the telly.

"How many more minutes until it starts?" The teen asks, her hands working furiously at the popcorn bowl settled in her lap.

"It's starting in five minutes, I don't see the point in watching x factor. The only reason we'd watch it was because you were on it." Clara argues. She knew Cheryl would be on, and she didn't want her daughter to like the Geordie more than she already has.

"I want to see how the dress is going to look," Madison reasons and piles a mouthful of popcorn straight into her mouth. "I chose it." She mumbles.

Clara rolls her eyes and raises the volume.

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Kimberley smiles, her heart beats quickly.

She takes in her wife's beauty.

People who talk too much surround them, but the look in Kimberley's eyes only speak to Cheryl. Nobody understands them; it's a silent language they've developed over the years of their relationship.

The Geordie's hair falls to the side of her shoulder; the brown curls are enhanced in the dressing room light. Kimberley's eyes scan the gorgeous dress; a teal blue gives the brown orbs a haunting vibrancy.

Kimberley's blue-greys trail down to the low cut of Cheryl's dress; her breasts are curved,with cleavage leaving the blonde's mouth watering.

Cheryl smiles shyly and allows her makeup artist to finish the last of her makeup. Light pink paints to her lips, the natural eye makeup only get's Kimberley's knees weak. All she wanted to do in this very moment was fcuk her right in front of all the eyes in this room, letting them know exactly who Cheryl's wife was.

"Alright," Lisa does her finishing touches, "All done." She smiles and allows Cheryl to standup from the makeup chair she'd been occupying for the past hour.

The Geordie lifts her dress and strides over to her wife.

"How do I look?" She whispers to her, a blush rises to her cheeks in bashfulness.

"Absolutely stunning." Kimberley's hand reaches out to brush a strand of hair out of her wife's eyes. "Can we get a minute to ourselves?" She asks.

"Yes of course," Cheryl turns around to address her team. "Can we get some privacy please?" They immediately collect their things and leave the married couple alone.

"C'mere." Kimberley takes her wife's soft hand and leads them to the sofa.

"You look beautiful." The blonde makes sure to compliment the stunning woman sat in front of her.

"Thank you baby." Cheryl grins widely.

"You're welcome," Kimberley shuffles closer and places a single kiss to the smoothness of Cheryl's neck. "Couldn't help myself.. Plus your lips are all glossed so I don't want to smudge them."

Cheryl giggles,"Good choice."

They share a smile.

"I don't want you to think I'm upset, I promise I'm not." The blonde reassures her wife, "I was just a bit annoyed how they don't give you any space."

"They were just telling us what would happen-"

"I know baby," Kimberley smiles. "That's why I wanted to tell you that I'm not upset."

"You promise?" Cheryl whispers cutely.

"Promise, now let's get you out there."

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Madison impatiently waits for Cheryl to come on her screen; she finishes the rest of her popcorn bowl and settles back into the sofa with wide eyes.

"I don't see the point in watching this-" The teen cuts of her mother.

"Cheryl will be on-"

"Yeah you've said that already-"

"She's going to look stunning I tell ya," Madison giggles with excitement. "The dress is beautiful."

Connor shares a look with his wife, silently telling her to tone it down and let their daughter be.

"Hm, we'll see about that in a minute." Clara pulls her daughter into a cuddle.

Madison smiles and relaxes in her arms.

"Here she comes!" She shoots up from her Mum's arms and claps in eagerness.

"She looks soooo good!" The teen comments, Clara forces herself not to say something snarky.

But, she can't help herself.

"Why is the cut to her dress so low? A woman should never show that much skin.. Doesn't she know less is more?"

Madison rolls hereyes, "She looks amazing Mum-"

"She looks like a chav if you ask me." Clara sniggers, the teens anger cant be contained much longer.

"Why do you hate her?" She scowls, "She's done nothing wrong to you." The teen stands to her feet, her annoyance has taken over.

"All you've done tonight is talk shite about her."

"Now that's not true,"Clara defends herself. "Honey, please have a word with your daughter-"

"I'm your daughter too! So just tell me why you don't like her?" She taps her foot awaiting her Mum's excuse.

"Connor." Clara glares at her husband.

"Madison that is enough, we are not arguing over some woman on the telly-"

"She's not some woman-"

"What is she then?" Clara stands to her feet, "Because that woman has only just came into your life, after years of neglecting you.. What? She manipulates you with a few words and suddenly you're wanting to watch her on the telly and keep up with her damn stripper like wardrobe?" The mother is furious with a mix of jealousy.

"She had a good reason for giving me up-"

"You're so naïve." Connor cautiously stands up, hoping his girls wouldn't say the wrong thing to each other.

"I'm not fcuking naive! You never cared.. You never fcuking cared up until they came into my life!" She makes it known, yes she was innocent but she wasn't blind to the mothers new actions.

"Don't you dare-"

"Just because Kimberley and Cheryl have been giving me some love, now you want to give it to me-"

"Madison," Connor steps in. "Your mother loves you a lot-"

"And I never for one second doubted that she never loved me," The teen steps back. "But why now? Why do you want to cuddle me, and kiss me, and spend some time with me?" She questions.

"Because we've finally had a bit of free time from the business." Clara lies.

"And it's not because you're trying to win me over?" Madison was naïve, even if she didn't believe it.

"Sweetheart," Clara laughs. "That's ridiculous.. I don't need to win over my own daughter." Madison nods, and gives her mother a small smile.

"Alright, okay." She laughs, "I don't know why I was thinking that." She shakes her head. "I apologize for my attitude."

"It's okay, just don't make a habit out of it." Clara winks. "How about we sit back down and watch the rest of this show?"

"Nah," Madison shakes her head. "I'm actually really tired, so I'm going to head up to bed..Thank you for tonight." She walks back over to her parents and kisses them goodnight.

"See you tomorrow." Madison smiles, she grabs her phone on the way up to her bedroom. She's a little emotional tonight, and it's due to Clara's words about Cheryl.

Why am I getting myself so worked about this? She thinks to herself as she climbs into bed.

With a sigh, she turns her phone back on to life.

No Messages.

No Calls.

Regardless of her empty notifications, she still sends a text to the Geordie.

You look amazing tonight x

With that message sent, she stuffs her phone under the feathered pillows and enters dreamland.

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And finally the couple returns on their journey home, both exhausted from tonight.

"I don't understand why we have to go to the after party every time." Kimberley groans, she releases a sigh from exhaustion.

"It's just something I have to do baby, we're going home now." Cheryl shuffles closer and rests into her wife's side.

"Thank you for being so amazing tonight."

"I didn't do anything-"

"Just you being there was enough." Kimberley smiles, she lifts Cheryl's chin up and captures her lips with her own.

"I'll always be there-"

"Uh-Ah Mrs.Tweedy-Walsh, lies are being told." Kimberley laughs at her wife's words.

"Question." Cheryl sits up, but keeps herself molded into the blondes arm.

"Shoot."

"Why did we decide on Tweedy-Walsh and not Walsh-Tweedy?" Kimberley questions.

"Well," Cheryl begins, "T comes before W and just like our relationship I always come first." The Geordie jokes.

"Swear you need aspanking-"

"Well then give it to us already." She winks. With this simple action, Kimberley's arousal kicks in.

"You'll definitely get a spanking tonight." She bites her lower lip.

"Teach us a lesson."

"Mhm." Kimberley hums and captures Cheryl lips once again, this time it's filled with urgency. It's rushed and sloppy, spurring them on further with their rough touches.

The car comes to calming stop.

"We've arrived." Henry clears his throat.

"Out, out you get." Kimberley pushes Cheryl out of the car, they hurry to the front door, the Geordie falls behind as she fumbles with her dress.

Kimberley fights the key into the lock and swings the door open.

"Will you hurry up!?" She shouts.

"I'm coming!"

"You will be coming in a minute." The blonde wiggles her eyebrows.

Cheryl dissolves into laughter; she stops at the front door steps and clutches her stomach.

"I said hurry!" Kimberley tuts, she walks over to her wife and drags the laughing Geordie through the door.

She slams the door shut with the back of her foot.

"I thought you were tired." Cheryl moans the last of her words; they stand in the middle of the grand entrance with Kimberley tearing the elegant teal blue dress off the Geordie's body.

"I was," The blonde tugs the dress down, leaving Cheryl in nothing but the thin-laced thong covering her wet cunt. "But then I remembered my wife needs to be taught a lesson.. Can't have you going to sleep a bad girl?"

"Fcuk." Cheryl moans to the filthy words.

With a swift action, Kimberley grabs Cheryl and throws her over her right shoulder.

"Ah!" The Geordie giggles, "You'll drop us!"

"Hush up!" Kimberley swats Cheryl's bare backside, getting as squeal in return.

With one foot, she kicks the door open, and closes it in the same action. She throws the Geordie onto the bed, and stands at the foot of it; taking her own clothes off.

"Put your hair up for me." She addresses Cheryl, her hands work quickly to get herself in the same state as her wife.

Cheryl does as she's told.

Her once beautiful curls are hidden and tied up into a messy bun.

"Thong off." She continues, and walks over to the sofa. "Come over here once you're done."

Cheryl notices the role play, and decides not to ruin the sexual atmosphere with her cheekiness.

Kimberley sits back in the sofa, with her legs slightly parted.

Both women completely naked.

"Where do you want us?" Cheryl asks, playing an act of innocence.

Kimberley grips her wife's hand and pulls her down onto her lap.

"Lay on my lap." The blonde demands, Cheryl readjusts herself and lies on her stomach across Kimberley's lap.

"Who's been a bad girl?" The blonde questions, the palm of her hand runs along Cheryl's bum.

Preparing for the first crashing smack.

"U-Us.. Us." Cheryl closes her eyes, she waits for the first blow.

"Tell me Cheryl," Kimberley brings her hand out and hovers a few inches, "Who's been a bad girl?" She plays the role of dominance.

"US!" The Geordie shouts.

Kimberley slams her hand, the sizzling feel of skin burns to the touch. The blondes hand imprints to Cheryl's skin, her bum vibrates to the harsh boom.

Another slap.

Another.

Another.

Another loud hiss.

"Are you ever going to learn?" Kimberley questions her; she stops her spanking and catches her breath.

Cheryl cries out in agony.

"Y-Yes.. Yes." She whimpers. Her fingers dig into the blondes under thighs, desperately hanging on with each blow.

"Are you lying to me!?" Kimberley hisses, she grabs a fistful of the Geordies hair and gets their eyes to meet.

Teary brown orbs meet enraged blue-greys.

"Are you going to learn your lesson?"

"Yes Kimba," Cheryl whimpers again. "I'm-I'm sorry." She cries.

Blue-greys soften; her dark world vanishes to her wife's sad tone.

"Baby I'm sorry." She releases the brown locks, and lifts a vulnerable Cheryl into her arms. Instantly, she goes into protection mode.

Her lips work fiercely against the exposed skin, emitting love with each kiss.

"Baby, I'm so sorry." She apologizes again.

"It-It's okay." Cheryl sniffs, she clings to Kimberley. The vulnerable side to her was always common in making love, now it was turned up to a hundred.

"No baby, it's not okay.. I really thought you were enjoying yourself." The blonde rests her hand against the side of Cheryl's face, and strokes it with affection.

"I'm sorry." She apologizes again.

"No baby, I'm fine." Cheryl tearfully laughs. "Can we go to bed now?" She asks. "I still want you tonight-"

"No baby," Kimberley shakes her head. "Not when you're in this state-"

"Please baby." She pleads.

The blonde closes her eyes and nods to her wife's requests.

"Let me help you." She helps the Geordie over to the plush bed. Cheryl winces as her bum makes contact, stopping Kimberley from taking any other action.

"Maybe," She thinks, "Erm.. Maybe you should be on top?"

Cheryl frowns.

"Erm.. I've never really been on top before." She shrugs, suddenly insecure of how to take part in this.

"Baby I'm sure you have-"

"No you always are on top, I'd know." She finishes with a light laugh.

"Erm. Right, okay.." Kimberley climbs in beside the Geordie and lies down. "Get on top of me." She addresses her.

Cheryl nods and molds their bodies together.

They sigh at the skin-to-skin contact.

"How do you want it tonight?" Kimberley asks, her fingers run along the silky skin of Cheryl's back. "Do you want me to wear anything?"

Cheryl shakes her head.

"Can we take our time tonight?" She coyly asks.

"You want to go in slow motion?" Kimberley smiles, she shuffles up and pulls the Geordie up along with her.

She settles into the pillows.

"Mhm." Cheryl nods.

"C'mere." She places a finger to the Geordie's chin, and edges her closer so their lips can meet. They kiss in a slow wave; Kimberley tilts her head to deepen the kiss. She slides in the moist muscle, getting their tongues to make contact, wet and filled with hunger.

"Mmm" Cheryl groans with pleasure.

Kimberley forces herself not to flip them over, she was always so used to being on top, that it's become a routine for her to roll them around the large bed.

Her hands slide down to Cheryl's backside, the Geordie instantly flinches to the touch.

"It's okay," She breathes into Kimberley's mouth. "It only hurts for a second."

Kimberley catches Cheryl's lips again, and continues her hand roaming. She grabs at the backside and hauls her wife up, getting Cheryl to slightly straddle her.

She tears her lips away and latches her mouth to the side of Cheryl's neck, sucking down but never leaving her mark. Her finger edges closer to the anal entrance, teasingly, she slides her middle finger down to the soaking center, and brings it back up to coat the clean areshole.

"Sit up for me love." Kimberley speaks breathlessly.

Cheryl slides further up, her legs unknowingly spread out giving the blonde better entree to both holes. She rests her elbows either side of Kimberley's head, giving the blonde access to the beautifully tanned breasts.

Kimberley latches her mouth to an erect nipple, she sucks and tugs on the feirclesly.

With a deep breath, Cheryl takes the entrance to her anal.

"Ah!" She groans, Kimberley never stops her lavishing to the breasts in view. Both hands work together as one. Two digits pumping inside Cheryl's throbbing cunt, the other two thrusting inside her anal entry.

"Fcuk, fcuk." Cheryl speaks shakily, her voice trembles with pleasure.

Lips slightly parted.

Eyes rolling back in liking.

"You like that?" Kimberley grins, her teeth grit as she picks up the speed of her working fingers.

"Mmmm" Cheryl whines, "Fcuk.. Oh god fcuk!" She digs her head into the crook of Kimberley'sneck; she takes deep breaths. She's never felt such pleasure in her life; it was building up quickly. Both ends ready to erupt with blasting fire, her core throbs, her insides can no longer hold in the screams.

"Baby.. Baby.. Fcuk baBY!" She howls out, her fingers grab at the blonde locks. She holds on for dear life as the pleasure shoots right out of her. She's shaking; she's losing her mind.

"AH!" She screams out again. "FCUK!" Kimberley never slows down, her muscles flex with the drives she's currently putting into her wife's insides.

"Ah! Ah.. Fcuk.. Mmm Fcuk." Her orgasm is drawn out completely, with one last thrust; Kimberley slowly removes her working fingers.

She slumps and crumbles with exhaustion.

Kimberley doesn't take anything; she doesn't need an orgasm tonight. With Cheryl's screams, and whimpers, it satisfied her beyond any orgasm could ever give her.

"How was, that?" Kimberley asks, her panting still being tamed down.

"Good.. Mmm.. I love you." Cheryl's body gives out, and dreamland has come uninvited.

She's knocked herself into sleep from the overwhelming orgasm.

"I love you too."