Phoenix
Dal and I laid in bed, like every other couple on the planet does.
"I have to ask you something.", Dal said.
I nodded.
"Does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night changes?", he asked.
"Baby, are you having those deep weird thoughts again?", I chuckled.
"They're not weird, babe. They're actual questions.", he protested.
"Well, no. It doesn't drive me crazy. Happy?", I asked.
"Very happy.", he smiled, cuddling up next to me.
"I have a question for you now.", I smirked.
"Oh god.", Dal muttered.
"How do you feel about babies?", I asked.
"I want them at some point. But I think we should wait a little, y'know? Maybe a fur baby would be a good starter.", he replied.
I nodded.
"I agree. We don't want to get into anything we're not going to have time for, especially with tour and panic!'s new album coming up soon."
"Thank you for understanding, love.", he smiled once again, pecking my lips.
"Of course, love.", I replied.
We then looked into pet adoptions, where we found our match.
A rat terrier named Zero.
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the phoenix • {dallon weekes}
FanficREVISING Phoenix Anne Wentz. Fresh out of college, a musician in the works, a single 24 year old. Dallon James Weekes. Fresh out of a divorce, a bassist of one of the biggest alternative bands of the 2010's, a single 32 year old. All it took was a...
