Chapter 3

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I moved closer to him so I could cuddle with him and watch the tv. I really do love him and I don't know what I would do if I didn't have him. He makes me smile and all warm an fuzzy. I usually am not the type of person that is all lovey dovey.

"Babe you know I can hear you right?" "Shit. How?" "You were talking out loud again." "Shit. That was for my brain only not yours." "Hey you were the one who was talking out loud." "Whatever." "Did you really mean all of the stuff that you siad?" "Of course I did why wouldn't I ?" "I love you to babe." I love you more sweetie." "Nope you don't." "Yup I do" "have you ever thought about children?" "Why?" "Because I would like to have children some day. And I would like you to be the daddy of my children." "Well I would love to have children with you someday." "Thanks baby I love you. Good night I'm going to bed." "So am i. Goodnight babe. Come closer to me,I get cold without you in my arms." "Whatever you say baby. But you have three blankets I think you won't be cold with me not sleeping in your arms."

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Jacoby's POV

I fell asleep holding my baby in my arms. She asked me if I wanted to have kids someday. I wanted to and I couldn't believe she wanted me to be her baby daddy. That might be one of the sweetest things someone has ever sai to me. That night I fell asleep dreaming about her having one of my kids inside of her. Just the thought of it made me happy. I decided that in the morning I was going to ask her if she wanted to try and have kids now. Even though we were running away from our parents. I planned on proposing to her sometime soon. She would make a perfect wife and mother, I just knew it. I felt her stir in my arms and couldn't help but look down and smile when I saw a smile on her lips. I knew the reason she was smiling. She was thinking about having kids with me someday. I fell back asleep thinking about the girl I was going to someday make my wife and then some other day have my children inside.

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