The evening air is cool, the kind of soft chill that wraps around you but feels comforting rather than cold. You and Nicholas sit together on the porch swing, the gentle creak of the chains blending with the sounds of crickets chirping in the background. The stars above are faint at first, but as the sky darkens, they come alive, scattering across the heavens like tiny pinpricks of light.
You're curled into his side, his arm draped lazily around you, his fingers brushing along your arm in slow, soothing patterns. The weight of his hand feels grounding, like it's tethering you to this moment. You've been thinking about what you're about to say all day, the words sitting on the tip of your tongue, waiting for the perfect time.
"Nicholas?" Your voice is soft, tentative, as you tilt your head up to look at him.
He glances down at you, his brown eyes warm and curious. "Yeah?"
There's a beat of silence as you gather your courage. "I've been thinking about something... something big."
He shifts slightly, sitting up straighter, his attention fully on you now. "What is it?"
You take a breath, your fingers playing with the hem of his shirt as you search for the right words. "I want to have your baby." you say finally, your voice steady but filled with emotion.
Nicholas's hand stills against your arm, and his eyes widen slightly before his expression softens into something indescribable. He looks at you like you've just handed him the moon, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words come out at first. Then, after a moment, he whispers, "My dearest fantasy is to grow a baby in you."
Your breath catches, his words sending a rush of warmth through you. "Really?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly.
He nods, his gaze unwavering. "Yes. I've thought about it so many times—what it would be like to see you carrying our child, to build a family with you. It's everything I've ever wanted."
Tears sting your eyes, and you blink them back as a small, shaky laugh escapes you. "I was so nervous to tell you," you admit, resting your forehead against his. "But it's what I want too. I could be a good mother, Nicholas. I know I could."
"You'll be the best," he says firmly, his hand coming up to cradle your face. His thumb brushes against your cheek, catching a tear that slips free. "You're already the most incredible person I've ever met. Being a mom will just make you even more amazing."
A smile breaks across your face, and you lean into his touch, feeling a surge of love so powerful it nearly overwhelms you. "I wanna be your wife," you say, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. "I want it all, Nick. I want to be yours forever."
His eyes shine, and he lets out a soft laugh, his own emotion spilling over. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear that," he says. "You are my forever. And if you'll let me, I'll marry you tomorrow. Or next week. Or whenever you want. Just say the word."
You laugh, shaking your head as your tears fall freely now. "You're ridiculous," you tease, though your voice is thick with love.
"Ridiculous for you," he counters, his smile wide and genuine. "I love you, and I'm ready for all of it. A wedding, a baby, a lifetime of late nights and laughter. Whatever it looks like, I want it with you."
The world seems to fade away as he leans in to kiss you, his lips soft and certain against yours. It's not just a kiss—it's a promise, a vow, a glimpse into the life you're about to build together.
When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, his voice a whisper in the quiet night. "Forever doesn't feel long enough with you."
You close your eyes, smiling as you let his words wash over you. "Forever will do just fine."
And in that moment, with the stars above and his love wrapping around you like the coziest embrace, you know you've found your home—in him, in this life you're dreaming of together. A baby, a wedding, a future that's bright and boundless. It's not just a fantasy anymore. It's real, and it's yours.
