Ed Sheeran is a famous singer-songwriter who everyone adores. Everyone knows about his girlfriend, Emily Anderson, a skilled journalist, and some think she's in it for the fame.
Emily and Ed are madly in love, and every song on Ed's first album is a...
Christmas was just tomorrow, and Ed and Emily we're spending it with just the two of them. Emily was writing for The Washington Post as Ed looked at her dreamily. "What?" She blushed.
"We're in love, aren't we?" He asked her. Her cheeks turned red.
"Yeah. Yeah, we are." She told him. He blinked once. "I just noticed, we don't have many pictures together on our wall." She stated. She grabbed her polaroid camera beside her laptop. "I want one with you."
"Me too. Maybe a baby too."
"What?"
"What?" His eyes flicked from her face to the camera. She lightly smiled.
"Think what you want." She put the came up to them and he kissed her cheek as she blushed and lightly looked down, her eyelashes closed. He looked like he did when he kissed a cat.
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Emily took the picture and he turned his face to kiss her lips. "I love you." He told her.
"I'm thinking out loud, we found love right where we are." She said with fluttering eyes. He smiled and kissed her softly again.
"People fall in love in mysterious ways. Maybe just the touch of a hand..." Ed smiled as he looked into her eyes. "Maybe it's all part of a plan, Emily."
"Than the plan is a good one." She whispered in his ear. She kissed his lips softly and took another picture. "You're an amazing man, Ed Christopher Sheeran."
"You're an even better woman, Emily Elizabeth Anderson." He murmured.
"I sure hope you think that." She replied with a faint smile. "Now, we are gonna snuggle up on the couch in jumpers, watch Love Actually, then you're gonna kiss me softly and we're gonna wake up and I'm gonna try not to go on a run because tomorrow is Christmas and I love you." She stated. He nodded lightly and smiled.
"Gladly."
Ed and Emily were cuddled together as the movie was in its middle. "Emily?" He asked snuggling closer to her.
"Yes, Teddy?" She asked him.
"Will you love me, even after I'm old and I'm grey? When your legs don't work like they do now, running the streets so fats and powerful? When my hair is all gone and my memory fades and people don't know my name? When my hands don't play guitar the same way?" He asked her.
"Oh, Eddy." She pressed her head against his heart. "You know I will still love you the same. Unless you want me to love you more, of course." She told him. "We find love right where we are."
"I love you, Emily."
"I love you too, Eddy."
Ed paused the movie and brought her outside. "I made a song for you. I'm making a single out of it and a video." He put his hands around her waist and looked into her eyes as she put her arms around his neck and swayed with him. "I would have you in the video, but I know you can't stand dancing, so I won't make you, Emily." He told her. She smiled lightly and placed her head on his heart.
