What Are The Odds?

Chapter 1 || A Blast From The Past

Present Day

'Babe,' a beautiful voice says.
I can't tell who it is since I have not fully awoken from my deep slumber.
I slowly flutter my eyes open into those beautiful aquatic eyes I have been lost in for as long as I can remember.

'Morning baby,' I said as I slowly watched my husband of almost 3 years lean in for a kiss. I put two of my fingers on his lips and slowly pushed him back. He frowned like a five year old who's sister ate the last cookie. He opened his eyes and looked at me confusingly.
'Morning breath, ' I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

'Ughhh, come on you do this every morning,' he groaned, 'We've been married for three years, I think I can handle a little morning breath,' he said as he raised his eyebrows. 'Besides, it's a price I'm willing to pay for those beautiful lips,' he smirked as he hugged me from behind while I tried to brush my teeth.

My cheeks turned a tinted pink.
'I love how I've known you for 30 years, but I can still make you blush.'

My face turned fully red as he laughed. That little giggle always gave butterflies. I got so lost in focusing on Ross but was hit with a sudden moment of realization. My eyes widened as the next words were blurted out of my mouth unwillingly.

'It's been 30 years, that's a long time,' I said while distantly gazing at the bathroom counter.

'Is that a bad thing?' Ross asked worriedly.

My gaze broke as soon as he said that, due to the need to make him know he was everything to me. As soon as my eyes met his, I spoke really quickly.
'Of course not!' I almost yelled making him jump. 'Sorry,' I said in a quieter tone, 'but my life would've been meaningless without you.' I put my arms around his neck while he put his on my hips. I hugged him tightly and all my worries went away.

'Man, it feels like yesterday. We were little three year olds in that little sandbox in the neighborhood park,' he said with happiness laced in his voice, as his eyes lit up in remembrance of the memories we've made.

'Can you believe we started out as toddlers in a crib together?' I said with a sigh of merriment.

'Yeah. Back then, I never thought we'd get this far,' he said with pride.

'I did. I always did. We have quite a love story, don't we?' I said as I took him in. I took in his sight, his smell.

'Yeah, yeah we do. It went a something a little like...'

A/N
heyyyyyy whoever's reading this!
sorry it's short but it's only the first chapter.
This A/N is mostly about the account and its owners but you can skip right a head to the part about the Fanfiction.

So my name's Salma, I co-founded this account with one of my bestfriends, Hannah. I'll be writing the R5 fanfictions while she does the Dylan O'Brian ones. If you don't like Dylan O'Brian, you should still read her fanfics because their plots are amazingggg. Not saying that because she's my friend, seriously. Okay so I'm done ranting about this account so here's the fanfic part.

FANFIC PART OF THE A/N

okay so the whole story is basically them remembering everything in flashback kinda theme. enjoy babess, vote and comment if you cann. How I picture Madeline up there.