Late May found him walking down the stairs, his feet falling not-so-quietly onto the cold floor of her apartment. His chest was bare; the only piece of clothing covering him was only his boxers. He had woken up to an empty bed, and for a little while it honestly scared him until he walked into the kitchen and saw her standing at the counter, making two cups of coffee.
His once tense figure visibly relaxed at the sight of his fiancée wearing nothing but one of his shirts that looked oversized on her. She looked up and smiled at him. "Good morning, Trent."
He walked around her and hugged her from behind, kissing her temple. "You scared me."
Even though he couldn't see her, he could feel her curiosity. "Why?"
"You weren't there when I woke up," he murmured into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
She sighed and turned around to face him, her eyes filled with guilt. "I didn't mean to scare you or make you worry. I just had to pee and couldn't fall back asleep so I just decided to make some breakfast and..." she trailed off, shrugging helplessly that he couldn't help but laugh.
"It's okay," he said. "As long as you're here."
She beamed at him and nodded before kissing his cheek. "So..."
He pulled away to sit down at the stool across from her, grabbing the cup of coffee and sipping it slowly. Bland. Just as he loved it. "So..."
"Four weeks, honey," she teased with a grin, leaning over the counter. He leaned forward to kiss the top of her nose.
"Mmmm. Four weeks and you're lawfully mine."
She giggled. "I can't wait to see you in tux, you hot stuff."
"Well, I can't wait to see you without that white dress," he murmured with a smirk.
She playfully scowled and slapped the back of his head.
"Seriously. I can't wait," he said seriously, but with a smile on his lips. "I can't wait to finally have a family with you. Living with you. Waking up to your face every day. I will be one happy man."
"I know. I can't wait either." She sighed. "A family with you... that's all I've been imagining all these past few months. I just can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."
"You want a big family, Clara?" he softly asked her.
She nodded with a wide smile and pink cheeks. "I want at least three kids. Three crazy kids
He laughed. "The craziest."
"Of course. They'll have your blood in their vein."
"Hey," he gave her a mock-offended look. "I'm sure they all will be three little heartbreakers. I mean, just look at me. You can't resist this. This gene will pass," he said, pointing at his face with a grin.
She stared at him flatly, but really, in her mind, flashes of random scenes popped up so suddenly. A baby, his eyes brown as honey, his hair dark as coal. A toddler, giggles ringing like melody, a mop of dark blonde hair on her head, blue eyes shining like the ocean. A child, with dark hair, brown eyes like his father, and a killer smile that would send woman on her knees in a few short years.
He realized that she had stopped listening for a few seconds, and he began to get worried as he noticed a distant, faraway look on her face. He touched her hand, clasping it with his. "Hey, you alright, sweetheart?"
As if snapped from a daze, she blinked, her blue eyes finding their way onto his brown ones. She stared at him silently for a while, before she smiled happily. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm more than alright."
And at this moment, as they both were talking and laughing about nothing and everything, with lack of clothes covering their bodies and possible smelly morning breath and the hideous bedheads that could scare little kids, he felt happy. Contented. Because he knew that there was no other, no better place he would rather be than here, with her.
He couldn't wait to see her in that white wedding dress.
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