I think I complain way to much.
I mean; yes I've probably got some sort of depression but im getting there.
But why am I always complaining when my very own proposal is on the news?
Why am I always complaining when there's a large diamond on my ring finger.
Thomas took me out for a beautiful meal and ignored every person who came up to him and just kept smiling at me.
It was now 1am and we were both cuddling in bed.
"Your mine now you know." Thomas said.
"Please don't turn into Christian Grey." I laughed.
"I won't, I haven't even seen that." He replied.
"Nor have I." I laughed "don't get any ideas!" I poked him in the stomach, then I looked at my ring again "I can't believe today happened." I whispered. "You gave me a heart attack today you know! Please don't do that to me ever again."
"Sorry, Kaya told me that I spoke to you when I was drunk and she was like 'ILL CALL HAZIL AND WE CAN PLAY A FUNNY JOKE THEN YOU CAN MAN UP AND GIVE HER THAT RING!'"
"And you did." I felt a rush of excitement-like I was fangirling at this beautiful ring.
"Y/N..."
"Yes?"
"Okay, please don't get freaked out or anything but I've always wanted my own children." I looked up and him and smiled "I couldn't think of anyone else to have them with."
"Thomas-" I smiled.
"I know its a big question because you've got to go through all the pain of childbirth and I've watched one born every minute and that's horrible."
"You always hide!" I laugh.
"If it was our child then i would hold you hand."
I smiled and kissed him gently.
I thought for a second.
"You know what, I can't imagine having children with anyone else. Thomas, I would love to have children with you."
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FanfictionSomeone like him doesn't love someone like me. But he did, he made me smile again against all odds. But, like everyone, they leave. But this time, I had a second chance.
