❝BRAHMS, STOP PICKING AT YOUR FOOD AND EAT❞ Mrs.Heelshire told her 5-year-old son. The young Raven-haired boy looked over to his mother and father. "Listen to mommy, Brahms." His father warned. He wasn't hungry so why would he eat? Force-feeding yourself? Fuck no. Although Brahms did need the extra weight since he was underweight. "I'm not hungry." Brahms simply told his parents. They weren't too happy when Brahms refused to eat but they didn't bother to ask why. They just changed the topic like they always did. Avoidance was the best thing his family did. "Emily will be coming tomorrow to play with you in the afternoon," His mother told him. Ugh, not her. She's annoying, always asking me if we could get married in the future. Brahms rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Maybe one day, you and her could get married. What do you think daddy?" Mrs.Heelshire said before asking her husband. Why does she say that? I'm not a baby anymore. I feel like smacking- "I think that's a brilliant idea, Mommy". gag.
"What if I don't want to marry her? I don't like her. She tries too much. Too sensitive. Too naive" Brahms insulted. "You will learn to love her, Honey" His mother reassured him. Or at least tried to. Does she not get it? I'm not in the mood to talk about this anymore. "I don't want to marry her and I never will. If you don't understand that, then you don't understand me." Brahms tried to explain. It's not that Brahms didn't feel attracted to females. He just didn't feel attracted to Emily. Out of anything, he wished he never met her. Brahms likes females, he does but he couldn't help but see himself marrying a male as well. To be honest, every time he thinks about marriage, he sees himself with anyone. Doesn't matter what gender. Was he confused? No, he wasn't. He was just finding himself. Both parents stopped eating and look at their son. Still picking his food with his fork. Mrs.Heelshire took the chance and changed the subject once again.
"Stop picking at your food, Brahms"
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"Can we get married in the future?" Brahms's question caught you off guard. Your eyes widened as your mouth open in shock. Brahms immediately regretted asking when he saw your expression. He thought he said something wrong or thought that you wanted to break up with him. Your face turned a bright red. What the hell. Did he- Did he- Shit. He did. You thought before you threw yourself on him. He grabbed your thighs as your wrapped arms around his neck. Your chin on his shoulder. "YES! anything for you, Princey!" You basically yelled in his ear, making him flinch a bit.
Brahms felt like the sun was on him. He felt warm with your touch. He felt the redness on his face forming. You made him feel like a fool. You both were fools for each other. You were a fool for him. And you were okay with that. He was blushing hard under his mask. You knew that he still wasn't ready to take it off. So, you didn't force him to take it off. He ended up carrying you to bed.
