BENNY WATTS IMAGINES- The Queen's Gambit

I will marry you

Warning: Strong language and fluff❤️

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She was an easy person, a girl who stayed out of drama, a girl who knew how to handle situations maturely, a girl who knew how to have fun and a girl who knew how to love and care. She wasn't someone who fished for attention or liked to be the life of a party.

Since childhood, she only had one friend, the one she trusted more than herself, the one who loved her company. Heck he even knew her more than herself.

But now, something had changed, they had grown to love each other and had made an important decision to move in together before they got married. Yes, they were engaged and madly in love.

So here she was, his fiancée, his best friend, the only one who drove him crazy, sitting on the couch of their living room right beside him as they watched his favourite show on TV.

'This feels so right...' her soft voice cooed as her head was pressed against his warm chest.

'Hmm, it does.' he murmured.

'Hey, what's up with you? Is everything okay?' she now tilted her neck and looked into his dark, romantic, brown eyes.

'Yeah, I just need some sleep.' Benny sighed.

He sat up straight and so did she, Benny walked to the bedroom before her, leaving her to turn off the TV and the lights. Once she was done with it, she went to the bedroom and found him laying shirtless with one of his hands behind his neck to provide support.

A frown was plastered on his face and he tensed up even more when she stood before him.

'Just go to sleep.' he said and turned his back to her.

She got in the bed too, then shifted closer to him and put her hand on his waist.

'You can talk to me...' she mumbled.

Minutes passed and Benny didn't say a word, so she assumed that he was asleep and turned on the other side.

The next morning, her bed felt colder, her eyes shot open and the first thing she missed was her fiancée's touch.

The sheets had a hint of his cologne but lacked his warmth.

'Benny?' she called.

Her feet touched the cold floor and she shivered. The living room was empty, he wasn't there, the apartment felt eerily calm.

It was very unusual of him to leave the place like that, to leave for the day without kissing her soft lips.

That evening when he came home, he looked exhausted, like he had a terrible day and she couldn't wait to make it better for him.

So she cooked him his favourite meal and let him drink more whiskey than usual.

'You have something to say, dear?' she asked, hoping that he would communicate and share his problems.

'Yeah, just give me some space.' he muttered.

'Okay, I- uh, I'll be in the bedroom.' she sighed.

Maybe he did really have the worst day. She thought.

Her thoughts kept her busy, staring at the ceiling while just laying on the bed until the phone rang loudly and her eyes darted to the door of the room which was slightly ajar.

It must be Townes, he always calls late. She thought.

Almost midnight, that's what the clock on the wall opposite to the bed showed.