You and Milo were in your hotel room.
You: My apartment can't take all 6 of us, Milo. W-We'll have to move!
Milo: Y/N?
You: I'm like...literally broke.
Milo: Y/N.
You: Our children are going to live in a simple, old apartment!
Milo: Y/N!!!
You: What?!
Milo: We're moving.
You: What?
Milo: I bought a large house before we left to go here.
You: When?
Milo: 4 weeks ago.
You: When were you going to tell me?!
Milo: When you were in the worst situation.
You stuck up the middle finger.
Milo: It's looks really nice. It has a pool, a basement, 7 bedrooms, and an attic.
You: What about moving my stuff.
Milo: I'll help you with that, Y/N.
You looked at him with a sad face.
You: Milo?
Milo: Yeah?
You: Do you think I'll make a good parent?
Milo: Of course! Why would you ask that?!
You: I'm just...scared that I'll be the worst parent in the world. What if they don't like me?
Milo: You made them! They'll love you with their hearts.
Your boyfriend hugged you. Then, you heard a knock.
Milo: I'll get it.
Milo opened the door and was shocked to see police officers holding Holiday that disguesed as Melanie.
Police Officer: Sir, is this the women that raped you?
Milo: Uh...y-yeah...
Police Officer: We'll she'll be going to jail tonight for her crime. May I ask, why did she do it? She told me you laid the first move.
Milo: I DID NOT!!!.....I mean....she...she's obsessed with me.
Police Officer: We'll get back with you when you arrive back to LA.
Milo: Ok, thanks.
Milo walked back to the bedroom.
You: I heard. Our lives have been so crazy and you're just a Disney star!
Milo softly chuckled. He laid on the bed with you.
Milo: Babe?
You: Yeah?
Milo: I love you.
You: I love you too.
You curled up on Milo. With your hands on his chest tand his soft skin on your face, you felt happy. You were happy that you finally found someone to treat you right and NOT treat you like shit.
Time skip to next morning
Milo: Good morning.
You: Hey babe.
Milo: Put some clothes on.
You: What?
Milo: I want to show you something.
You: U-Uh...ok?
You put on jeans and a sweatshirt like your day was a, "Fuck it. Be casual, bitch".(lol)
Milo put on the same damn thing.
He grabbed your hand and you two walked out the hotel.
You: So, what did you want to show me?
Milo pointed at a group of mrn wearing suits and holding instruments.
You: What is this?
Milo picked up a guitar that was laying right beside the musicians.
Milo: I wrote this song for you to show you how much I love you.
"Oh, you are my shining star
Are you aware of who you are....
You're shinning brown eyes
My love for you isn't a lie....
When I met you
You swept me off my feet
When I met you
I knew
You were the best person I'll ever meet
Cause when I say
I love you
I really want to kiss you
Kiss you
Kiss you
When I'm with you
I don't want to do-ooo-oooo
I really want to kiss you
I really, really, really...want to...kiss... you"His voice was so satisfying. You ran up to him pressing your lips on his.
You: Wish granted.
Then, without warning, Milo got on his knees.
You put your hand over your mouth.
Milo: Y/N, I love you. I know I say that alot. But, it's true. I can't stop loving you. With you, I feel like I can do anything. Before you came into my life, I felt like everyone liked me, adored me, talked to me because I was famous and my looks. You...you're different. You care about me because you know that I'm good person. Thank you. For everything. So, will you do the honors and give me the best wife I could ever ask for?
You started crying.
Milo held a beautiful diamond ring.
You: I'm sorry but, no. I can't do you the honors of being your best wife.
YOU ARE READING
Milo Manheim × Reader{COMPLETED}
FanfictionI made this like 2-3 years ago??? Looking back at this and seeing people comment and like it is kinda funny and I appreciate it. I mean, the chapters and plot is hella cringey but is enjoyable so tysm. "Sooooo....there's this guy...Milo Manheim that...