You Have No Idea (Josh Groban fan fic)

Chapter 17

"Where have you been all my life?" I asked as we curled up, with our legs knit together, on the sofa sharing a big bowl of macaroni cheese and listening to music.

"On the other side of the Atlantic." Josh pointed out.

"Ah yes, that little bit of water." I sighed. "Even when we've been in the same city we've been so close yet so far. We've probably passed in the street."

"I'd remember you if we had. I'm not being charming, it's just that your hair is..." he thought for the right word.

"Insane?" I laughed.

He laughed so heartily the whole street could probably hear. "That's one word for it!"

"Unruly, wild, big." I listed a few adjectives.

"Vivid and fabulous." he pointed out.

"Thank you." I smiled. "Yours is luscious."

"I know." he mimed flipping his hair around like a shampoo advert. "Our kids will have amazing hair."

He froze.

"Our kids?" I asked.

He swore and blushed scarlet with embarrassment. "Oh god! I can't believe I said that out loud!" he groaned.

He hung his head and covered his face with his hands. His fork full of pasta dropped into the dish on my lap.

"You want kids with me?" I smiled.

I put the bowl onto the coffee table and almost climbed onto his lap to prise his hands off his red face.

"No, let me die of shame in peace." he mumbled.

"I mean, you're only human. It's inevitable you'd fall in love with me and want my babies." I said nonchalantly.

"What?" he asked, looking up in confusion.

"Aha! I thought that would work!" I laughed and grabbed his hands. "Seriously through, you don't need to be embarrassed. Our kids will have more than just amazing hair. They'll be so talented, so clever and most importantly they'll be loved so much."

"You're not freaked out?" he asked. "I know it's way too soon."

"I'm a little shocked but only because I've never felt this way before and I never expected anyone to feel that way about me. I thought I'd either have to adopt on my own or die alone and unloved to be found weeks later partially consumed by my many cats." I shrugged. "Let's give it a year and then we can start planning a good time to have kids. I'm so broody. Every time I see a baby I want to squish those cheeks."

He gave a little laugh. "Let's wait a bit and then have some squishy babies." he agreed. "I hope our squishy babies have your amazing bone structure."

He stroked his thumb along my cheekbone as he slid his hand into my hair.

I laughed. "No no, I don't want to give them my big nose. It's only good for keeping my glasses on my face." I chuckled and kissed him on his adorably proportioned nose. "Yours is so much cuter. You're defiantly the more attractive one in this relationship. I have a very funny face."

He rolled his eyes at me. "Oh please. There's nothing funny about your face." he dismissed. "You're so beautiful."

"How strong was your beer?" I joked. "You must be drunk."

He didn't try to argue or tell me to stop. Instead he kissed me so deeply and longingly.

Our macaroni cheese went cold as we made out on the sofa. We were interrupted by the sound of Sweeney whining as he tried to eat it but luckily the bowl was just out of his reach.