Welcome to my collection of one-shots/drabbles about Lara Jean and Peter Kavinsky, one of the most adorable couples ever :-) if any of you have suggestions or ideas, feel free to PM me

1.

Bedtime

She lifts her eyes and peers at his expression from across the room: hard and focused, almost an exact replica of the way he used to watch her when they first began dating, she silently mused.

Soft hums from the television in the background (Spongebob Squarepants, she notes) fill the room and she snuggles deeper into the blanket, the smell of his aftershave tickling her nose.

He suddenly shifts from his position at his desk, his delicately muscular arm lifting from his lap to cradle his chin in his hand.

Beautiful serendipity, she thinks, and her heart begins to pound wildly when he furrows his brows in confusion and clenches his jaw: given, she would probably make even more ridiculous faces if she had to read about politics, too.

When he unexpectedly looks up and catches her silent gaze like a predator caught out before catching his prey, she raises a brow and feels her breath hitch between her lungs. His deep hazel eyes are piercing into hers with such ferocity she thought that she should just get up, walk over and kiss the living shit out of him.

But she can't do that, of course.

''You gonna put her to bed, darling?'' He asks, a small grin on his face.

She looks down at the little human sleeping in her lap and slightly shifts her weight, careful not to rouse their 4-month-old daughter from her precious slumber.

Lara Jean quickly glances at the clock and notes that it's almost midnight.

''It's bed time for you, little mrs,'' she gently whispers, lifting the baby into her arms and standing up from the couch and, maybe in a either a rush of extreme confidence or the fact he was looking at her with those bedroom eyes, she slowly walks past his desk, conscious to act oblivious to the fact he was watching her every moment.

''And you,'' she purred seductively, flicking her hair oven her shoulder and letting her bra strap fall off her shoulder, ''can take me to bed later, Mr. Kavinsky.''

And with that, she giggled and walked out of the room, leaving a very hot and flustered husband in the (dis)comfort of his own thoughts.