Messy Love (Ed Sheeran)

Dreaming

Ed Sheeran POV

"Well, I'm going to head to bed. Nice seeing you, Barbara!" Courtney stood up and hugged her, whispering something that made her blush, before turning to me.

"Be good," she winked before walking out into the halls. I smiled. Courtney is great.

I looked at Barbara, her eyes awkwardly looking at an frame on the wall before pursing her lips and moving quickly.

"Well, I'll should probably head back to-"

"No," I blurted, pushing my eyebrows together...Why was she trying to leave so quickly?

Barbara froze, turning to me and flickering her eyes between me and the floor.

What's wrong with her?

"Do you have somewhere to go?" I sat up.

She looked up at me, a tint of a smile on her lips.

"No, I just.. was trying to think," she said confusingly,  her eyebrows stitching together as she thought.

I stood up and went to sit beside her, and she relaxed a bit.

"About what, love?" I bent down to kiss her shoulder,  and she sighed, looking up at me with her bright brown eyes.

"Thinking about what's next," the stress was imminent in her voice.

I loved the fact that now...after everything we've struggled through, she learned to just speak her mind.

She shrugged stress fully,  and I wrapped my hand around her waist, pushing her up against my chest as I laid back onto the arm of the couch.

"What do you mean?" I sent my hand to the hem of her back... grazing the curves softly.

She set her head on my chest, and the sweet smell of her hair sent me into a frenzy...

"What I mean is, what are we going to do?" she said in despair.

I rose an eyebrow, raising her head up with my hands to look down at her.

"What do you mean, 'What are we going to do?' We're going to have a baby.," I let my fingers slide through her hair...still in awe.

"I don't think you understand how excited I am," I chuckled...

And was it then that her smile lit up the room... the anxiety suddenly gone from her face before she set her head back onto my chest.

All my life, I would go with the flow  with hopes  that by the time I'm 30, I'll have kids of my own and live on the home I was building as we speak.

It's a little early, and hopefully the house will be done by the next year or so.... because...well... I'm already starting a family.

Which means I need to start stepping up my game.

I began to plan ahead, all the sweet images of seeing my own child grow up...it sent me into a feeling of content.

"How far along are you?" I murmured. curiously.

But when I didn't get a response, I looked down to see Barbara's eyes closed, her cheek squished against my shirt as she looked like a little puffer fish. I was tempted to play with her but decided otherwise.

Maybe another time.

She sighed, snuggling closer into my neck as I wrapped my hands around her waist.

I chuckled.

Guess we should head to bed.

I wanted to test my strength, so I tried to carry her.