Music ✔️

Chapter 30

~Millicent~

"Baby, I love you, but I hate being blindfolded. Where are we going?" I ask.

"Shh," Donovan hissed. "I'm trying to be cute and your questions are ruining it."

I tried my hardest to roll my eyes from under the blindfold. "How much longer? My feet are killing me."

"Milly, not too long. Just a few more steps and... Done."

"Can I take this off now?"

I heard him huff a bit as he undid the knot, struggling a bit. I opened my eyes and I nearly cried.

"You didn't."

"I did."

I looked up at Ms. Molly's Yogurt Spot, the place looking the same as it did in high school. Everything had a hint of dust and you could tell that it isn't brand new, but it still looked the same.

"What are we doing here?" I ask with a smile. "It looks closed."

"Probably because I'm renting it out for the night."

I laugh. "You can do that?"

"If you wave enough money in Molly's face, she'll do almost anything."

"What are we waiting for?" I smirk.

We speed-walk into the completely empty frozen yogurt place, smiling at the memories. Donovan was probably smiling because we had our 'first date' here. I'm smiling because of the countless times I cried about him after he moved. I would never leave without telling myself that he was coming back. And he did.

"Does this mean we have free access to all of the flavors?" I asked

He held up the keys to the machines. "We can finally get the 'Jumbo-Bowl' that we could never afford before."

I look at his gorgeous eyes. "I love you."

"And I love you."

We giggled as we ran over to the yogurt machines lining the walls. Don pushed the key in and unlocked it, giving us access to all of the flavors on the menu. We decided to share the biggest bowl option. He put cheesecake flavored yogurt with graham cracker crumbs and strawberries on his half and I put a mix of strawberry, cheesecake, and espresso. It was a very weird combination, I know, but that concoction has been my order since I stepped foot into this place.

My lovely boyfriend grabbed two spoons from behind the counter and shared the large bowl of unhealthy goodness with me at the same table we sat at the day he accidentally knocked me on my ass in the hallway.

"Donovan, my love, you know what I can barely believe?"

"What?" he asked, his tongue kind of sticking to his mouth with cheesecake yogurt.

"That we're still together after all of this. That we're still dating after all, even if it's not that much, that we've been through."

"You know what I can barely believe?" he smiled.

"What's that?"

"That we're still together and we're having a baby boy."

"Or whatever they decide to identify as when they get older."

"Have you been on Tumblr lately because you have been saying 'fuck gender roles' a lot lately."

I roll my eyes. "Is this the part of the date where you confess to me that your girlfriend is a psychotic bitch? Or has that passed and it's time to talk about how pretty I am?"

He laughed. "That was one time! And no, my girlfriend isn't psychotic or bitchy at all when she isn't pregnant or even when she is, but yes she is absolutely mesmerizing inside and out."

I blush. "You're so cheesy."

"You fell for it, though."

"That's true," I say, taking another spoonful of my half (and some of his).

"I was thinking about something for a few days."

"Oh no. I mean, what were you thinking about?"

He rolled his eyes with a smile. "I was thinking of getting a tattoo. Before you say anything, I think it could be a good idea. I could get something about music. Like the lyrics to that song you were writing..."

"They barely have any lyrics. I'm not the best at writing them anyways. Back to the tattoo, that's probably not the best of ideas."

"Why not?"

"You despise needles."

"Shit, you're right. Never mind."

We shared a quick laugh and a long gaze into each others eyes. I'm so in love with him.

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666th word: needles. Sorry that this chapter is so short and it's a lame filler, but I haven't had much time to write and I'm super tired. That's about it so

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