You walk into your living room to see you husband Oscar playing his guitar. His back is towards you, not being able to see you standing there, so you just watch him play. After several minutes, he finishes a song and leans the guitar against the couch. Turning around, he finally noticed you standing there, "Y/N, how long have you been standing there?" "Just a few minutes... That was beautiful," you tell him. "How are you feeling today?" he asks you. "Uncomfortable... He keeps kicking nonstop today," you lightly laugh. "How do you know it's a boy we're having? It could be a girl..." "Well, I'm happy with either as long as I'm with you," you smile. "I love you Y/N," Oscar says before kissing your lips. "I love you, too, Oscar."
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The Fooo Imagines
FanfictionImagines about The Fooo Conspiracy in English *Requests Open* **SOME IMAGINES CAN END UP BEING LONGER THAN OTHERS.. IT MAY LOOK LIKE A ONE-SHOT**
