Consider Me Becka Mack Quotes

When you show me the type of love you need, I learn how to give it to you.

And then she fucking smiled at me, and it’s like somebody hit the button on a stopwatch and time restarted, flew forward. Now I’m racing into the weekend, eager to see her.

One day, some girl is gonna walk into your life and flip your whole world upside down and you’re not gonna know what the fuck to do with yourself except drop to your knees and beg her to never leave.

I’ve made so many mistakes in my life. So many. But you, Ollie? You’re the first thing I’ve done right.

She’s beautiful, my perfect companion, like we were made at the same time, two halves of a whole meant to find and complete each other one day.

If your love was all I had for the rest of my life, that would be more than enough.

I love you through the perfect moments, and there are so many, but I will always love you through the imperfect ones too.

You’re my favorite everything, Ollie.

What if I fall in love with you?” “Then I’ll fall with you, too, Ollie girl.

I love you because you’re funny and snarky, sarcastic as all hell, and the night we met, you told me to go fuck myself.” He ignores the way Cara shrieks his name. “You’re also kind and soft, sensitive and sweet, the best auntie, and a teacher I would’ve died to have in high school. You’re not just my girlfriend; you’re my biggest cheerleader and my best friend.

Liv. Look at that man. I’ve never seen such a lovesick loser.

Demanding? That’s because I am. I refuse to be without you. Absolutely refuse, because that’s the last place either of us belongs. You’re mine. My best friend and my lover, my only version of forever, and I don’t intend on ever letting you go. My only intention is to legally bind you to me for the rest of our lives.

If you’re scared of falling in love with him, well… you’re already halfway there.

I was lost before you, Ollie, and I’d be lost without you. You’re my best friend.

That’s good, ’cause I love you in a million different ways, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life showing you how.

She’s like…waking up on Christmas morning when you’re three years old and you finally understand what it’s all about. She’s the moment the rain stops and the sun comes out, lighting up the sky with color, and everything smells new and fresh. She’s the first skate on a frozen lake, surrounded by snowy mountains and pine trees and the freshest breath of air. She’s rolling over in the middle of the night, pulling that warm body into yours and curling around it, and everything’s just right.

What are you most afraid of?” “Falling,” she answers quietly and without hesitation. My thumb skates across her lower lip. “I’ll catch you.” “Promise?” Bringing her to me, I sear her with a kiss that feels every bit like a future I never knew I wanted. “Promise.

I’m gonna love you the way you deserve to be loved every single day for the rest of your life and my life. I promise.

For-fucking-ever, Ol. Lock me up and throw away the key. I’m yours, baby. Always have been, always will be. And I’ll romance the shit outta you when we get home.

I don’t want. I don’t want to wait because I don’t want a life where you’re not in it. My world only spins so beautifully because of the way you’ve opened my heart and made me feel like myself again.

I’m going to be really good at loving you, Ollie. I promise. Nobody will ever do it like I do.

Ollie Girl, I’ve made a lot of mistakes, lived my life a little too carelessly, in ways that people didn’t approve of. But I wouldn’t change a thing. Because I was waiting for you. Waiting for a love that would walk into my life and blow my whole world up. I want to celebrate every Valentine’s Day & birthday with you. Love, Carter

Don’t cry, beautiful.” “I’m so sorry.” She gasps, swiping at her cheeks, turning her face away. “Hey.” Hooking a finger under her chin, I force her gaze to mine. “Your tears are not a weakness, so stop trying to hide them. Don’t be sorry for showing me how you feel. Being vulnerable with each other is how we learn to be the best versions of ourselves as partners. When you show me the type of love you need, I learn how to give it to you.

You’re not playing shy right now, are you? Not Carter Beckett. Not possible.” He grins down at me as his arms pull me in. “I wanted you to feel like you were home.” “I’ve always felt like I’m home with you, Carter. It doesn’t matter where we are or what we have.

All I’m doing when I’m away from you is counting down the minutes until we can be together again. There is no other option for me than a life with you. I know it’s soon, but I don’t need time to tell me what I already know, that a forever with you can’t come soon enough. Be my forever. Officially, because forever is all you’ve ever been to me. So… marry me, Ollie girl. Say yes.

I know I flip your world upside down. You fucking demolish mine. Please, let me in. Let me see you. Let me have you. All of you.

I see the fire in your eyes and all I wanna do is fuel it. Light me up, set my soul on fire. I’m yours.

You wanna fight, get your self-doubt out, that’s fine. But you’re gonna do it with me, at my house, together.” His searing stare swings my way. “I refuse to let you push me away again.

My mom always told me that these things don’t come easily, that you have to work for the love and the life you want. The hard parts are challenging, but we get through them, and everything else with you feels natural, and I… I want to work with you. I want to build a life we love.

but I never turn down the opportunity to take off my bra, throw on my grubbiest sweats, and curl up on my couch with a good smut book or four hours straight of Netflix.

What if the only thing I’m sure about wanting is you?

Every inch of you. It’s all my favorite. You’re my favorite. My princess.” There’s that damn giggle again. “That nickname is ridiculous, but I think I love it.

Her warm palm cups my jaw. “You make me happy, Carter.” “That’s good, ’cause I’m kinda obsessed with you.

Olivia takes my hand and leads me to the bed, and like the obsessed puppy I am, I follow.

I know you think your tears are a weakness, Ollie, but they show me how huge your heart is.

Is this the result of her reading smutty books? Because o-fucking-kay, I’ll buy her the whole damn romance section and turn a room into a library for her.

I don’t want to wait because I don’t want a life where you’re not in it. My world only spins so beautifully because of the way you’ve opened my heart and made me feel like myself again. I

My heart chooses you because you’re feisty and fierce. You’re sarcastic and you know how to clap back at me, and I love those bits of confidence. But I love when you show me your sensitive side, too, and I love that you think you hide it so well but actually wear it on your sleeve.

I fell in love with you on this balcony. I fell in love with the way you slept peacefully next to the fire. I fell in love with the way you gazed with wonder at the sky, the millions of stars. I fell in love with the way you opened up to me, let me see you and let me show you me too. I fell in love with the way we laid here, your body wrapped in mine, all the times we’ve made love here, and when I asked you to make this house yours. I fell in love with you over and over again, and I keep doing it every single day, right here on this balcony.

Your tears are not a weakness, so stop trying to hide them. Don’t be sorry for showing me how you feel. Being vulnerable with each other is how we learn to be the best versions of ourselves as partners. When you show me the type of love you need, I learn how to give it to you.

You built me up, but you're also the person who tore me down

You’re so fucking small and delicate, I’m afraid I might break you.

That’s good, ’cause I’m kinda obsessed with you.

I’d love a foot rub and to be politely railed into the new year if I’m being honest,

which is probably why one-night stands aren’t her thing. I don’t care. I’m just trying to make me her thing.

You’re my friend. And you’re special.

We’re gonna make it fit.

What did he do? His ass is fucking grass, Liv, I will kill him. I swear to all that is holy, I’ll do it. I’ll go to jail for you.

Can I keep you?” he asks. “Yes.

This girl owns me

But you, Ollie? You’re the first thing I’ve done right.

But mostly, I hate these tears. I don’t want to be the dark cloud that hangs over her. I want to be the light that glows in the dark and eases all her fears. “Don’t cry, beautiful.

I’m kinda obsessed with you too.

But you’re perfect for me.

Thank you for choosing me, Ollie girl. I couldn’t have imagined a better life.

he’s so adorably sweet when he’s nervous.

World’s Sexiest Man: ur still my princess, even if ur mad at me 4 showing u off *kiss emoji* *heart emoji*

His grin is explosive, handsome, sexy, infuriating. Leaning over the boards, he stares down the length of his stick at me, the tip resting on top of the glass. “Hi.

If I find something like you and Dad had, the last thing I’ll do is let it get away from me.

Captain of the Vancouver Vipers. And you can take that ‘sweetheart’ and stuff it up your ass.

Because I can do better, be better, and I can do it for Olivia. I want to do it for Olivia.

Maybe… maybe I trust him a little more than I did when I walked through the front door several hours ago.

I don’t know. The only thing I do know is I can’t fight this anymore. I’m tired.

This girl owns me—for some fucking reason—and I refuse to let her make the wrong decision for both of us.

How do you know that? Everything has felt right since I met you. It hasn’t been easy, but it’s felt right.

And you just tried to slam the door on me when I’ve been missing you for three days, so I’m gonna need you to open up that pretty mouth of yours and lemme taste you, gorgeous girl.

Because Olivia’s my dream, and it all means nothing without her.

Don’t be sorry for showing me how you feel. Being vulnerable with each other is how we learn to be the best versions of ourselves as partners.

When are you going to move in with me?

It’s not as if all the fears simply melted away in those moments. They didn’t; they were never far. I’d just decided that it was worth it, that he was worth it, and I closed my eyes and jumped.

Fear is a funny, fickle thing. It’s there to protect you, to keep you from getting hurt, a glaring neon sign that warns you from getting too close, tells you to back up before it’s too late. But it keeps you stuck, weighed down in one spot, like feet stuck in mud. And more often than not? You get hurt anyway. Sometimes, like today, you hurt the person you care about in the process too.

You’re mine. My best friend and my lover, my only version of forever, and I don’t intend on ever letting you go. My only intention is to legally bind you to me for the rest of our lives.” “So romantic.

I was lost before you, Ollie, and I’d be lost without you. You’re my best friend.” “And you’re mine.” Curving my palm around Carter’s neck, I guide him up my body. “Now come here and love me, Mr. Beckett.

And I think the exact same thing I thought back then: slow dancing in a burning room. That’s all we’ve been doing this entire time. Pretending the inevitable wouldn’t happen. That this all wouldn’t go up in flames.

Then she asks the waiter to take a picture of us all, except she calls us her family and I’m part of it. Olivia blushes and I kiss her warm cheek before smiling once more at the camera. Because fuck yeah, this girl is my family.

I want to see her again. I want to take her to that damn Disney movie. I want to kiss her some more, maybe snuggle on my couch while we watch TV in front of the fireplace and I play with her hair, ’cause it’s soft and it smells nice.

She’s letting her insecurities take hold, root in her brain and force her words. Those intrusive thoughts dare her to try, to see if I care enough to fight for this. They tell her I don’t, that I’d rather walk away, but they’re wrong. She’s wrong.

So these tears—” “Happy tears.” I sniffle, licking the saltiness from my lips. Carter’s proud beam lights the whole damn room. “Ohhh-ho-ho. My soft little Ollie bear. Have you always been such a fluffy marshmallow?” “Shut up. You’re the marshmallow.

You want another one? What about pumpkin? How ’bout it, Liv? You wanna be my pumpkin pie?” “You’re too much.” I barely manage an eye roll, and Carter swallows my breathy laugh with his mouth. “I think you wanna be my pumpkin.” “I wanna be your anything.

This self-sabotaging, not-trusting-each-other bullshit won’t work, Ollie. Not for us. We both have fears, and the only way we’re going to get through them is if we face them together. Because you’re not alone in this, and I think that might be the biggest factor here, you thinking you have to do this alone. So you’re going to admit that you’re scared and tell me why while I hold your hand, and then I’m going to tell you why I’m scared, and we’re going to start to work through it together.” I hold my hand out to hers. “Got it?

You have a lot to offer someone, and while it’s important to be able to be happy on your own, having another person to amplify that happiness, to share it with along with all the other special moments, that’s what life’s all about. That’s where it really starts to get fun.

The way I love you is inexplicable. It’s so much more than just wanting to be with you but needing to more than anything. I need you, because without you, something will always be missing in this life, just out of reach. Because you make everything better, and everything makes sense.

Oh for God’s sake.” I twist toward Cara and Emmett, propping a fist on my hip. “Which one of you neglected to tell me he was coming for lunch?” Cara throws her hands up. “I had no idea.” Emmett guffaws. “Like fuck you didn’t. I texted y—” His words die behind the palm Cara slaps over his mouth.

I don’t believe that, not for one second. This man on his knees before me was always the man I know now, the one I love so wholly, so endlessly. I think he was just cautious about who he shared all these special parts with. I’m so lucky and grateful to be the person he chose, the one who gets to see him, know him, all of him.

I’m allowed to be hesitant, and I’m sure as hell allowed to say “No, this isn’t for me,” or “No, I’m not ready.” But Carter stood there, begging for me to stay, to communicate, to give him a damn chance, to prove that he could be different. And instead of sitting with my fear, talking through it, I gave it wings, tied myself to it, and watched it take flight with me attached. I let it control me, and I hate that.

Stop it. Stop pretending like you aren’t scared out of your mind right now, like that hasn’t been the only thing holding you back this entire time. And that’s not my ego talking, by the way. It’s my brain, because I can see what’s right in front of me, and that’s you, beautiful, sarcastic, smart, strong, sensitive, and fucking scared of the way you feel for someone you never wanted or intended to have feelings for.

She’s like … waking up on Christmas morning when you’re three years old and you finally understand what it’s all about. She’s the moment the rain stops and the sun comes out, lighting up the sky with color, and everything smells new and fresh. She’s the first skate on a frozen lake, surrounded by snowy mountains and pine trees and the freshest breath of air. She’s rolling over in the middle of the night, pulling that warm body into yours and curling around it, and everything’s just right.

I love you,” he starts with the phrase he loves to repeat at least a hundred times a day. “I love you so much, and I know it’s soon, but fuck, Ollie, I just really love you. When I’m gone, all I can think about is cuddling you on the couch, or falling asleep with you in my arms, or you walking around the house in the morning wearing nothing but my T-shirt with your sleepy smile, your curls trying to escape from your messy bun. When I get off the plane, you’re the first person I want to see. And when I’m home…I want you to be home too. I want us to be home together.

Giving up, I admire the rose gold chain in my hand, letting it slip through my fingers like running water. It’s not a necklace, but a lanyard for my school ID badge. The delicate chain breaks every few inches with small diamond-encrusted hoops, a matching rose gold whistle hanging off a clip. My thumb rubs methodically over the words etched into the circular pendant connecting the chain to the clip. Miss Parker it says on one side. Turning it over in my palm, I smile through my quickly blurring vision at the words on the back: World’s hottest teacher. But my favorite part? The tiny hockey skate charm that dangles next to the whistle

I never turn down the opportunity to take off my bra, throw on my grubbiest sweats, and curl up on my couch with a good smut book or four hours straight of Netflix.

I watched my dad spin my mom around the kitchen every day of my life until I moved out. I listened to their stories, their laughter. They loved hard, and it was palpable. I could always feel it as much as I could see it.

And that’ll be the day I settle down.2

I don’t know what to call it but, fuck me.

Her tired giggle is a slow song I want to dance to forever,

Goodnight, pumpkin. Like you.” “Like you, too, Carter.

Bacon because you love it. Fruit and yogurt because they’re sweet like you. Blueberry bagel with cinnamon spread because Cara said it’s your favorite. And tea because coffee makes your stomach hurt.

Anyone who didn’t cry when that old lady drove Tod out to the forest and left him there is a monster,” I argue.

There are no words. She’s like… waking up on Christmas morning when you’re three years old and you finally understand what it’s all about. She’s the moment the rain stops and the sun comes out, lighting up the sky with color, and everything smells new and fresh. She’s the first skate on a frozen lake, surrounded by snowy mountains and pine trees and the freshest breath of air. She’s rolling over in the middle of the night, pulling that warm body into yours and curling around it, and everything’s just right.

Control? You? A man?” He slaps a palm down on the table. “Carter, let me tell ya something, son. In a relationship, the only person ever in control is the woman. She always—always, always, always—has the power.

when I look down, there's not a single part of me that can see the ground.