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My future husband will dance with me to music.
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I will call my husband hubby so much that I won't even know his real name
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If my man can't sing a note then why am I with him?
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My hubby better call me love.
Or lover. I'm fine with either.
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My husband better let me sleep. I'll stab him if he wakes me.
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If you pass all of those tests, then you, my lucky man, can make my child. âð¼
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Nah I'm kidding. I'm not having children. Nice try.
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You took a deep breath as you stretched your arms, reaching for your husband. Your hubby.
Your eyes opened when you felt an empty bed. You picked yourself off the bed, and made your way down the stairs.
"Why didn't you wake me I would've helped you cook." You spoke, your voice raspy from tiredness.
Tyler only hummed, giving you a 'you know I can't do that' look. You caught on and huffed.
"I'm not that bad." You giggled, and Tyler set a pancake on the plate in front of you.
"Yes you are, lover." Your hubby argued, before grinning. "And I love every bit of it." He complimented. You squinted your eyes at him.
"Why are you so happy?" You asked.
He furrowed his eyebrows, shocked at your question. "What? Am I not allowed to be happy?"
"No, but you're extra happy today..." you trailed off suspiciously. Tyler only lifted his eyebrows, and twisted around.
Once Tyler had finished cooking his pancakes he sat down across from you. "Well, I might have something to ask you."
You smiled. "What is it?"
Tyler stuffed his mouth with a piece of pancake. "We'll talk after breakfast. I want to show you something in the living room too."
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The first thing Tyler did when he stepped into the living room was pressing play on his Spotify playlist, playing all of your favorite songs.
He twisted himself around to face you, holding out his hand. You furrowed your eyebrows, but obliged confusingly.
He led you to the middle of the living room, where he already pushed the coffee table back.
The music didn't really fall under the category of slow dancing, but you slow danced anyway.
"You look beautiful, my love." Tyler whispered before pressing a kiss to your ear.
"Mhmm, what's the catch?" You accused quickly, knowing that he wasn't normally the romantic type unless he really tried.
Tyler huffed. "Why does there have to be- there's no catch, y/n."
You rolled your eyes, looking up at him while you swayed together. "Really?"
"Okay... there is that thing I wanted to ask you about..."
"Then ask me! What is it?" You urged, your hands rubbing up and down the back of his neck.
His face soon became worried, and he looked down. You lost your smile. Was it something bad?
"It's just- I have something to ask you." He repeated as if he didn't know what else to say.
"What?" You mumbled quietly.
Tyler stepped back, his fingers now intertwined together because of his anxious nerves. "I want-" he stopped himself, shaking his head.
"You want what?"
He wants a break?
He wants some alone time?
He wants to go out to eat?
He wants Taco Bell?
"I want to have a baby with you." He finally looked up into your shocked eyes. "Will- will you have a baby with me?" He rephrased into a question. That wasn't what you were expecting at all.
"You do?" You squeaked as if it was the only thing coming to your brain.
"Yeah, I feel like we've done everything a childless married couple has done, so I thought we could- you know... spice it up a bit." He rambled, rubbing the back of his neck while he stared at the floor.
"You mean you want me to get pregnant and- and- and- be- be pregnant?" You stuttered. You weren't sure why you were shocked, but you were definitely not prepared for this at all.
Tyler looked up at you, a regretful look in his eye. "We don't have to! I like it the way it is, and I'm sorry I brought it up." He swiveled around looking everywhere but at you. "I just- that was stupid, Tyler. Stop it." He said aloud.
You finally came to your senses and placed your hand on his shoulder. "Ty?"
He turned around swiftly to look at you, his eyes still pleading for an answer. "Of course I'll have a baby with you."
It was silent for a moment, you could see the gears turning in Tyler head as he processed your words. "Really?"
You let out a snort as some sort of laugh. "Well, duh, who else am I going to have a baby with. Josh?"
Tyler immediately shooshed you, shaking his head at the thought. A look of disgust on his face. "Please no."
You just giggled some more. "Well, the baby wont make itself, comere."
And with that you closed the gap in between you and Tyler's lips.
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