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*Still 7 years in the future*

Sierra's POV


I sat on the bed, waiting for Andrae to come in. I turned on the T.V, and started watching SpongeBob.


"Babe, why are you watching SpongeBob?" I looked up at Andrae, who was smirking.


I stuck my tongue out at him, "Because. He's there for me when you're not."

He sighed, sitting beside me on the bed. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he said, "Such a drama queen, I went to go brush my teeth."


"Whatever." I told him, as I snuggled closer to him. He sighed, and I pulled away, looking at him.


"Do you miss her?" I asked, knowing the thought would come. I mean, they are twins, and today was his birthday.


It was silent. I knew I shouldn't have brought it up.

"Yeah. I miss her a lot. I just wish that she would've talked to me about it, you know?"


I nodded, looking at him. "I do know."


"I love you." Andrae blurted. He blushed, and I smiled.


I kissed his cheek, "I love you too."


He got up, holding my hands, "I know, that this really isn't romantic, but honestly is that what love is about? No, it isn't. Love, is about sticking together through thick and thin. So I honestly think that if anything, when a guy proposes, it should be at the shittest time ever, proving that he'd be there for her. Forever." He kissed my hands, and my heart was racing.


Is he doing what I think he is? My hands started to get clammy, and he left the room. My head throbbed, and the room was spinning.


Holy shit, it's happening.


Andrae came back, hands behind his back, a goofy grin on his face. I laughed, not feeling as nervous.


He got down on one knee, and I bit my lip. Holy shit.


"Babe, will you marry me?"

**

A couple years later..?


"She's beautiful." He breathed out, looking at our baby.


"I know. She has your eyes." I looked at him, smiling.


"That's about it." Andrae laughed.


"Here, hold her." I handed her to Andrae carefully. He took her into his arms, rocking her softly.


"Hey beautiful," He cooed.


I smiled softly, he used to call me that.

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