I still can't believe how you look next to me.

Id rather freeze in your arms.

Title credit: Private fears in public places by Front porch step.

A/N: I'm not that great of a writer, but I'm gonna try.

*Oliver's pov*

My alarm went off, I almost instantly shot up  and silenced it.

Flashes of my nightmare played in my head. I shook it off.  Austin's arm was securely wrapped around my waist. I rubbed his hand and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

His lips formed a sweet smile and.his eyes slowly opened.

"Goodmorning, Baby." He chimed and stretched.

I yawned and pecked his face.

"Goodmorning Mr. Carlile." I warily murmured.

He pulled me in his lap and held me like a sleepy child.  He supported my back with his left arm and played with my hair.  I smiled and kissed all over his face.

"Let's go down stairs and make some breakfast." I hummed into his neck.

He smiled and started carrying me,  I readjusted myself and wrapped my legs around his waist.  I could feel his hand rubbing my back and his other hand underneath my bottom.

"I love you, so much." I whispered in his ear.

I could tell he was smiling while he replied "I love you more than anything."

He placed me on the counter and got out a few pans.

My eyes widened, usually I cook.

I crossed my arms and tried to look over his shoulder. 

"What are you cooking, honey?" I asked.

He put on my apron and turned around, he had his heart melting smile.

"It's a surprise, go relax and watch television. I got this." He sweetly said.

I went up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, as his placed on my hips. I kissed him.

"Thank you, Babe." I quietly said.

Between kisses he managed to say "No problem."

I went back up stairs to shower.

*Austin's pov* (Italics are to signify thinking.)

I had a horrible dream about Oliver, I lost him. I don't think I could handle a day without his presence. Cooking him breakfast and letting him relax before we part ways for work. I love him more than anything.

After setting the table and filling our glasses with apple juice

I sang his name "Oliver, honey breakfast is done!" Almost immediately I heard his soft foot steps, descending the stair case.

He came to me smiling
Jesus, i love him.

He held out his arms and wrapped  them around my neck. I kissed nearly every inch of his face.

I came around and pulled out his seat. "Come and eat before I leave for work."  He nodded and sat in the chair, like carrying air I pushed his seat in. 

10:15 A.m.

Shit, I gotta be to work in 45 minutes. I could stare at him for an eternity.
"Oliver baby, I gotta go to work." I sluggishly said

His smile faded into a flat line and stares at his plate. "I forgot." His raspy voice fades.

I leave the table and rush to get ready.  I put on a white tank top and only put my mechanic suit half way up and tie the arms around my waist.  Once I'm ready I run down the stairs and Oliver is waiting for me, keys and my lunch in hand.

I'm going to marry him.

We kissed and said our goodbyes.