**ABI POV**
My eyes slowly opened, and I looked in front of me. I saw skin. Ryan's bare chest against my bare chest. Memories of last night flooded my brain and I smiled. His arms wrapped around me tight and I felt so content.
What happened last night, wasn't just a pointless thing. It was special, I felt like he meant every word he said to me.
I want a future with him. I want to be able to say to my kids, "look at daddy. Isn't he cute when he preforms?" And our kids would look like us. Ryan's brown eyes and my wavy hair. They'd be so cute.
I decided it would be a good idea to go make breakfast, so I squirmed out of Ryan's tight grip. I got up and a breeze hit my bare body. I grabbed Ryan's shirt and my shorts and quickly changed.
My feet hit the hardwood floor and I walked into the kitchen. I got the eggs out of the fridge and a pan out from the cupboard. I turned on the stove and started to cook the eggs.
Arms wrapped around my waist as I cooked.
"Morning." He said. "You stole my shirt." He added.
"Mhmmm." I hummed. "Sorry.." I said.
"It's okay. I like it on you." He grins and then plays with the hem of the shirt. I smiled and then movedhis hands away from the hem. But Ryan didn't like that, so he just attacked me with tickles. I squealed and Ryan covers my mouth.
"Shhh shhh. We don't want to wake the neighbors now do we?" He gave me a smirk. I nodded and he released his hand.
"Thanks for cooking." He politely said.
"Yeah sure, no problem." I said. I turned off the stove and put the eggs on a plate. I put them on the table and we started to eat.
"Abi, I love you." Ryan blurted out.
"Well that was random." I bluntly said.
"What a guy can't say that he loves his girlfriend? Wow." Ryan said shaking his head. I giggled at his cuteness and then I reached across the table and pushed his bare chest playfully.
"Eat your eggs." I pointed to them and he made a silly face at me. I swear sometimes he acts like a 10 year old.
"Abi, I don't wanna eat my eggs right now. I will, but I need to do something first." He said. I raised my eyebrow and he just smiled at me.
"Hold on." He said as he got up and went to grab something out of his bag of clothes.
He stepped back and then got on one knee by my side.
"Abi, this isn't a marriage proposal. This is a promise ring, to promise to you that we will have a future together, and whatever that might hold, I want to be with you every step of the way. I love you and I want to get married and have kids or as I like to say, "Little Rockstars." And live in a house together. So will you take my promise?"
I nodded my head and smiled. He took his finger and pushed away the tears on my face. He took the ring and pushed it on my finger and then stood up. He took my hand in his and made me stand up. He took me into a hug and I took in his scent. I cried tears of joy, and I couldn't of been happier.
"I love you Ryan."
"I love you too."
