Me and my best friend - Sebastian Stan x Reader

41 - Dreams

"Stop making a scene", I hissed, while trying to act cool as we walked back to our apartment. He grabbed my arm. "Then tell me why you won't talk with him." I rolled my eyes and pushed his hand away to continue our walk. "I have no reason to talk with him." "You have", he sighed and looked out for cameras. "He dated Charlie and since then you haven't talked with him." I turned around on my heels and he almost bumped into me. "He dated my dead sister", I whisper yelled. "The sister who's birthday you and he forgot. And yet here you are begging me to talk with a man I don't want to see because he doesn't deserve it." He didn't know what to say meaning I was right.

The rest of our walk was silent, until we reached the elevator. "I just don't understand why you won't talk with him", Sebastian sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. I gave him a stern glance. "And you don't have to either." The door opened on our floor and I unlocked our apartment. "You have to trust me, he just wants to be friends again", he said as we walked inside and hung our raincoats on the hangers in the entrance. "And I want you to at least like him a little bit." I took off my boots and tossed them on the floor. "It's not like you can't be friends with him just because I'm not", I scoffed. I walked into the kitchen to wash my hands followed by Sebastian.

"Well I kinda do...", he mumbled. "And why's that", I said and made him furrow his brows. He didn't think I could hear him. "Why do I have to be friends with him, just because he's your best friend?" He looked down at his feet. I crossed my arms waiting for an answer he wouldn't say. "Tell me?" "It's kinda hard to explain..." "Try me." He finally made eye contact with me again, and looked really nervous. I noticed his hands were shaking, and when he did too, he quickly put them into his pockets. "I don't think you want to know yet...", he started but I cut him off. "Tell me and you'll find out."

He sighed and took a deep breath before he spoke up. "Alright... So I've been thinking a lot about... us and what we are... And umm... We've been together for almost a year, and we still haven't talked about our future together, and I know there has been a lot on our minds, but I think we have to talk about us... Marriage, house, kids... Stuff like that. And that is why I want you to talk with Chris... Because I want him at my side at our wedding, and I know it's crazy that I'm already thinking about it, but I've never been so sure in my life about something. I want to marry you. That is why I gave you that promise ring. But I can't do that unless you'll give Chris a chance."

Wait what? If I hadn't been so mad I knew I would've blushed, if not cried. "Y/N I love you, and I want to be able to have my closest friends on our special day. But I don't want it if you aren't comfortable with it." Okay so my plan about not crying didn't go as expected.

I wiped away the few tears on my cheek, which reminded me of the ring he gave me a long time ago. "I want to have a future with you too", I sighed which relieved him. A lot. "And I want Chris to be there too. He was my really good friend for so long, and it's not because I don't want to give him a second chance, I really do, but I'm not ready. Not yet." He smiled and pulled me into a hug. I felt safe in his arms.

"I know we're moving fast, but I'm almost 40", he mumbled into the top of my head as he stroked my back. "I want to start a life with you." "I want to start a life with you too", I said and squeezed him one last time before pulling away. His blue eyes looked more calm than before, and he looked... happy.

"So where do we start", I asked and jumped up on the counter, taking a blueberry from the box that stood next to the bread. He smiled and jumped up next to me, almost hitting his head on the cabinet. "House. Where and when." I thought about his words. "I want to live in Canada, close to my mom", I answered and started dreaming. "In a house that isn't too big, since we'll be moving around a lot for work, but with a garden where we have barbecues on the summer evenings, and play with our dog." "I like that", he chuckled. "And when do you think that is possible?" "Maybe in a year or so? I know it's soon, but I don't know... It just feels right." I nodded. "I like that", he agreed and grabbed my hand.

"Of course we'll have at least 2 dogs", I giggled and continued to explain my dream. "A boy and a girl, not siblings or else they can't have puppies. Oh and my mom could come visit us once a week for family dinner. Sophie would join in of course, most likely with her husband and thousands of kids since she love the family idea, and then we'll be the cool auntie and uncle."

"What about our kids?" His question took me off guards, and I didn't know what to answer. "I could build a tree house in our garden while you are working on your new big movie. Then when you come home, I cook dinner for all of us, then we'll put them to bed together by reading them a fairytale. When they're big enough we send them off to the first day of school, not noticing how fast time went by. We'll send them off to college, embarrasing them by crying our eyes out, and wonder why we didn't enjoy our time with them more. Suddenly we're grandparents, with small children running around the house again, remembering how it was like when we were the one's who were stressing about it. And I don't know what name to call a boy, but the girl would definatly be named Charlie." He lived into his own dream, and it hurt, knowing I was the one who had to crush it.

"Sebastian", I mumbled lowly and looked down at my feet. He answered with a hum and a side hug. I made eye contact with him again. I had to tell him. "I don't know if I want kids." He was surprised, not in a good way, and his attempt of hiding it failed. "I just...", I sighed and searched for words I could say. "It's okay", he said and gave me a sad smile as he jumped down on the floor again. "We'll figure it out." I squeezed his hand once again before he let go and walked out of the kitchen. I had hurt him, and it made me regret what I had said, even though it was true. I didn't want children. I only wanted him. But seeing him go away like he just had... It made me wonder... Why was I like that? Why wasn't I normal? But no. Instead I was the girl who had destroyed his dream.

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A/N
Back at iiiiit

Okay so yeah I know a lot of people will hate me for this
BUT
Remember how young y/n is in this story! She's a young woman and it is okay not to want kids. And maybe it will change, maybe it won't.
But we'll get to that later;)

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