*Few Days Later, Britney's POV*
Matthew and I were packing our bags to leave for Las Vegas this afternoon. Spring Break was about to be over tomorrow so we were trying to prep for school starting back in three days.
I was actually pretty shocked that my parents let me stay the entire week..then again I think they both know I've never really been out with anyone, other than them, a day in my life.
I guess they're letting me have a life. It's about time, after eighteen years. Well I'm actually pretty glad I waited this long, everything is perfect.
When Matthew and I were at Disney Land we literally had the best day ever. We got on all of the rides, talked enough for a thousand people, my cheeks hurt from smiling, and of course we received crazy looks from people.
Not because they thought Matthew looked to old for me but because we were acting like kids. Free without a care in the world. It was the best feeling in the world, I wouldn't trade it for anything.
People walked up to us and asked how long we had been dating and they'd be shocked by the amount of time. Had it only been two months?? It seemed so much longer. It felt like we'd been together for years, to be completely honest. I've lost complete track of time.
And as we were leaving, I saw this younger couple holding their baby. It only looked to be a few months old, it was so little and fragile. I smiled, feeling butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't help it, I loved babies. Every time I would see a baby, I would yearn for one so bad. Which is ridiculous because I'm only eighteen.
Like chill ovaries.
Like chill uterus.
Matthew had caught me smiling over to the baby as we walked past it. I was looking down soon after, trying to get rid of the sense of baby fever I had. It kept getting worse with the older I got. He grabbed onto my hand and kissed it, "One day, my darling."
I grinned, "One day.."
He blushed deeply, it made him turn so red. It was the cutest sight ever. I knew that we had only been together for two months, but I knew he was the one I wanted to grow old with. I felt it in my gut. I couldn't see myself without Matthew. He makes me smile without even trying.
As I was zipping my bag Matthew put his hand on the small of my back and kissed my cheek, "What's on your mind?"
I fidgeted with a loose string on my blouse, "Nothing really."
"Telll meeee." He whined as he pulled me closer.
I grinned, kissing his cheek, "Fine fine." I paused, "I was thinking about yesterday.."
He started running his fingers through my hair, "I think I know what you're talking about. I've been thinking about it too."
"I'm sorry for thinking about it because I know we haven't been together long at all, the thoughts just wonder in at times.." I say quietly.
"No need to apologise, darling. I think about it all the time actually." He says, like he's not really sure if it's a bad thing or not.
"You do??" I asked, trying to hide the slight excitement in my voice.
He pulled me into a hug and kissed me, "Of course! Little versions of us running around. Your hair, your beautiful smile..she'd be every ounce of perfection."
I blushed, feeling butterflies again, "Staaahp it, you're making the baby fever come baaaack."
He laughed and kissed me again. He seemed to be enjoying himself. I held his face in my hands, he was grinning against my lips. I had baby fever so bad lately. I had no idea what to do. I couldn't have a baby right now, I'm only eighteen.
*Little While Later, Matthew's POV*
I watched as Britney danced around the kitchen as she made lunch. I insisted that we'd go out for lunch but she insisted she'd cook. I mean I don't mind, she's an amazing cook but I wanted to flaunt her to world. I'm so crazy for this girl.
I was sitting in my chair staring at her while she swayed her hips to the music, she seemed so oblivious that she wasn't alone. I think that that's what I fell for, she's a free spirit, totally unafraid to live. So beautiful without even trying, so sweet, so caring, so amazing, so perfect. She was my sunshine. How else would she be able to tolerate me?
I was so fucking awkward. I wear mix matched socks, I monogram my initials everywhere, I have a t-shirt with MY OWN FACE ON IT THAT I PAINTED. You've got to be mad when you paint your own face then proceed to put it on a shirt.
Britney was so fucking perfect man. How could I deserve a woman like her? She wanted to be with me until we got old, would she be able to stay that long?
She turned around and caught me staring, she looked down and started blushing, "How long have you been sitting there??"
I chuckled, "The whole time, beautiful."
She covered her mouth as she chuckled, "You meany. You're lunch is done by the way."
I got up from my seat and walked over the kitchen where she was. She tilted her head back to look at me since she was so short, that's when I pulled her over to me, "You're the greatest thing to ever happen to me. I don't want you to forget that, okay?"
She grinned, and poked my nose, "I won't, Matthew."
I pressed my lips to hers and pulled away grinning. Britney made me a plate and set it next to her plate on the counter. She proceeded to sit then pat the seat next to her. I smiled for a moment then walked to the stool and sat down.
We ate the lemon-peppered salmon, garlic butter rice, and biscuits in heavenly bliss. My taste buds were in love right now. I closed my eyes in joy as I ate and Britney chuckled with a smug grin on her face.
"My mom said that a way to a mans heart was through his stomach." She grinned.
I smiled big, "Your mom was completely right and she taught you well. I haven't eaten this well in a long time."
"Thank you!" She smiles.
See what I meant by perfect? She'll be a perfect wife and mother one day. My wife and mother of my children one day, I'm never letting this woman disappear from my life.
I held up my glass of wine as we clinked the glasses together, "Too paradise."
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