Adrien's POV 

We spent the rest of the shower washing up, Preston pressing kisses all over my face as he rubbed shampoo into my hair and rinsed it out with his fingers, following up with my vanilla-scented conditioner. I stared up at him the entire time, not able to help the wide smiles and giggles that were forced out of me by his kisses.

My heart fluttered at how gentle and silly he was being. And he was smiling too the whole time, his laughter chorusing with my giggles.

Eventually, Preston was the first to get out of the shower. He told me that he would make the two of us breakfast, and then, he kissed my lips and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself. I watched him go, and I stayed in the shower for a while longer, standing under the hot spray as I rubbed body wash all over my skin with my light blue loofa.

When I was finally done in the shower, I turned off the water and stepped out. My heart sang when I saw Preston left extra towels for me and a change of clothes on the counter for me—my pj shorts and my favourite white t-shirt of his that I have pretty much claimed as mine now.

He never got to wear it anymore, save for when I wanted him to wear it purely so that it would smell like him again.

After drying myself off, lathering lotion all over my body, and getting dressed, I headed out of the bathroom and to the kitchen. The smell of bacon and eggs filled my senses almost immediately, along with the upbeat tunes of our Bluetooth speaker.

Preston stood over by the stove in nothing but a pair of black sweatpants, flipping a couple of eggs in a skillet. He glanced up when he noticed me walk in and smiled.

"Hey, babe. I set out your vitamins and a glass of orange juice on the table for you." He tilted his head over to the kitchen table. "Oh, I also opened up your new packet of birth control pills and put them on the table as well."

"You did?" I blinked. I moved over to the table and just as he said, there was a glass of orange juice sitting there, along with my vitamins and birth control pills. "You didn't have to do that."

Preston smiled. "I know, but I wanted to."

"Have I told you that I love you?" I said. Preston smirked.

"No, never."

I shook my head and laughed. I picked up the glass of orange juice and vitamins, downing them one by one. I popped one of my birth control pills in my mouth, taking another long sip of my orange juice.

"How are you feeling? Any brain zaps today?" Preston asked a moment later, making me glance over.

"Nope, no brain zaps today. Not yet anyway," I sipped the rest of my orange juice, placing the empty glass on the table. "The withdrawal symptoms have been easing up this past week, thankfully."

Several months back, Harley suggested that I get off my antidepressants. After taking it religiously for almost four years and working hard on myself in therapy, she thought that I was finally in a good place and at a point in my life where I didn't need it anymore.

At first, the concept was terrifying to me. I had been reliant on my antidepressants for so long to keep my mood at a good place, that the thought of no longer having that support was a scary thought to have.

But I knew she was right. My life was good, to the point where I could say I was content and happy with where I was. I only ever had therapy sessions with her now whenever I felt I needed them, which wasn't often anymore. Most of the time, it was just because I was stressed about school and needed to vent a little.

And now that I've officially been off of my meds for a couple of weeks after months of slow weaning and dealing with withdrawal, I could say that I was still doing good. My mood was holding steady, and it was honestly freeing not having to rely on my medication anymore to keep me happy.

But even so, there was absolutely nothing wrong with needing antidepressants for an indefinite period of time, even if things were a lot better than before. They helped me through the worst moments of my life so that I could keep breathing. And Harley reassured me that if I needed to get back on it for whatever reason, then I could.

"Good, I'm glad they've been getting better," Preston said, his smile softening to one of relief.

While Preston cooked the two of us breakfast, I prepared Latte's breakfast. I didn't even have to call him because the moment I opened our fridge and put the container of raw food and his bowl on the counter, he came running and meowing my ear off.

I prepped his food, mixing all his essential vitamins and oils into the raw meat. Latte continued to meow, rubbing his back and tail up against my legs. When I was done, I placed his bowl on the floor, Latte's meows ceasing as he dived into his food and started eating.

I shook my head and chuckled. Just as I stood up from the floor and turned around, Preston was bopping and swaying his hips to Bon Jovi's Livin' On A Prayer while he plated our food.

He screamed the lyrics at the top of his lungs, horribly off-key. I rolled my eyes and smiled wide, moving over to the sink to wash my hands. Preston whipped around to face me, spatula in hand, and held it up to his lips as he continued to belt out the lyrics and jam out.

"You're crazy," I shouted over his singing. He ignored me and only sang louder, strumming away at his air guitar. I laughed and dried my hands with a towel.

Preston danced his way over to me. He grabbed my hands and pulled me to him, rolling his hips against me as he sang, tangling our fingers together.

I dipped my head back in a fit of giggles, unable to contain my amusement. I caved into his antics and danced around the kitchen with him, the two of us singing terribly together.

Preston lifted my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles. A warm blush coated my cheeks. He pressed another soft kiss to my ring finger, where my promise ring rested. Then, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close, his chest pressed up against mine, and captured my lips in a loving, passionate kiss.

It was perfect, this cozy little life we had. In this perfect apartment, this perfect town, with just the two of us and Latte. The fresh beginning in our lives that we've been yearning for.

This was only the beginning of the life Preston and I wanted for each other, and I was going to cherish every moment of it.