~7 years later~
*your POV*
"Babe! Come here!" Brady yelled from the kitchen.
I groaned and got up from my comfortable spot on the couch.
"What?" I sighed.
"I just wanted to know if this tastes good," he said, holding out a spoon filled with the soul he was making. I approved, and he wrapped me up tightly in a hug from behind. Man I love him. "I love you, princess," he whispered, kissing my neck.
I smiled back, turning my head to kiss his lips. "I love you too," I replied.
"Daddy's home!" Michael yelled, bursting through the door. I rolled my eyes, but gave him a quick welcoming hug. "Hey babe, how've you been?" He inquired.
"Good since the last time you saw me, three hours ago," I pointed out. He shrugged and set down a bag in the kitchen as he conversed with Brady.
I toyed with the diamond ring on my finger, happy to engaged to that man. We've had arguments every once in a while, but we never left. I never went back to Devin, Michael got over me and has since started dating a girl named Bella. Back to Brady and I. We don't want kids yet, we're 23 and he still has his whole career. In fact, he's been so busy with the band, we haven't come up with any plans for the wedding. I ask, he says he's busy, I leave, then come back the next day, he says the same thing, and around and around the circle we go. I love him so much, and I understand, but we've been engaged for nearly 8 months now. We can't be engaged forever. I'll try again tomorrow. I just hope he finally has time for me.
