12 Steps to Not Fall in Love on Wattpad

ᴛʜᴇ "ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴍ" ᴛʏᴘᴇ 💌

Six months. 

We’ve been together for six whole months. 

That might not seem like a big deal to most people, but considering my longest relationship before this barely made it to three… yeah. 

Today was one of those days where I questioned all my life choices. You know, the usual—kids running around like tiny tornados, a playground that might as well have been on fire, my ears still ringing, and my feet screaming at me for choosing to leave the house. But exhaustion aside, I had something to look forward to.

Spending time with Lily at the end of the day always makes everything better. And lately, I’ve been feeling the distance more than usual, so the thought of curling up with my laptop, watching a movie together, and maybe—just maybe—getting to hear her voice again? That was enough to drag me through the day. 

We ended up picking a horror movie. Which, for the record, is her choice, not mine. I don’t do horror. I hate horror. But Lily loves it, and I love Lily, so here I am, willingly sacrificing a peaceful night of sleep in the name of love. 

— Oh my God, how can she be so dumb? – I groan into the mic, glaring at the screen. — Why do they always make characters do that? No one would actually go there in real life!

Lily’s messages pop up instantly. 

Lily: I knoooow. But that’s what makes it fun

Lily: Like… it’s predictable, but in a good way?

I squint. A good way?

— There’s a GOOD way to be predictable? 

Lily: YES

Lily: Because you KNOW they’re gonna be dumb, and you just wait for it. That’s the fun part

I stare at her message. She has very questionable tastes. I mean, she even fell in love with me!

Still, this? This is nice. Laughing, teasing, just being together. 

I wish we could do this more often. 

I don’t tell her that, though. I don’t tell her how much I miss her voice when we go days without calling or how sometimes I replay old voice notes just to feel a little closer. Because I understand. Her family doesn’t know about us. She has so many responsibilities—school, helping with her siblings, barely any free time. The last thing I want is to add to her stress by making her feel guilty over something she can’t change. 

I miss her, but I can wait. 

Because no matter how hard the distance gets, she chose me. She let me in despite her fears, despite being hurt before, despite not knowing where this will lead. . 

Someday, we’ll have our time. The real-life, no-distance, no-hiding, no-fear kind of time. And when that day comes, we'll make up for all the moments we spent missing each other. 

Somewhere between complaining about horror movies and laughing at her ridiculous takes, we somehow end up talking about kids. I don’t even know how it happened. Maybe there was a kid in the movie, or maybe my mom said something in the background, and I accidentally translated it out loud. I really wasn’t paying attention. 

Until I look at the chat.

Lily: Your laugh is so cute

Lily: And

Lily: I’d love to have kids with you

My heart just healed on the spot.

I can’t even sit still. My legs kick up into the air like some kind of cartoon character, and suddenly, I have so much energy that I could probably run a marathon. 

She sees it. That's her way of letting me know she sees a future with me. She wants it too.

I fumble with my keyboard, trying not to sound completely unhinged since my mic is still open. 

You: We’d be the best moms

I don’t say it out loud because if I do, I might actually blurt out something embarrassing like "let’s get married right now please." 

A second later, her reply comes. 

Lily: We would. 

Oh, I’m so screwed.