Why Don't We Imagines 2.0

Imagine; C.B

"Hiii beautiful," Corbyn smiles as I got into the car.

"Hi baby," I greeted as I leaned over the console to kiss him.

"What's on the agenda today?" I ask.

"Just some driving around and some pretty flower fields and stuff. There are some snacks in the back too," he explained.

I grabbed the snacks, buckled up, and played some music for our little road-trip.
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We pulled into his driveway at exactly 12:45. We got to his apartment and we both collapsed into his bed.

"Come here," he said with extended arms.

I moved over to him and he wrapped his arms around me.

"I have to go to the studio for an hour or two but other than that I'm all yours!" He informed me.

"I'll just stay here tomorrow," I replied.

"Wanna order some Chinese food?" He suggested.

I nodded as an answer and he called our favorite restaurant. Once the food got there we ate and goofed around a bit. I stole some of his food, he stole some of mine, and once we both finished, we cuddled in a comfortable silence for awhile until he spoke up.

"I really think you're it for me," he grinned, "everytime I'm with you, I just feel like a better me. It's cheesy, I know, but I see myself turning that promise ring into an engagement one, us getting married and you having little Besson babies, and us finding the perfect house. I see you surprising me on tour with the little ones, us having Christmas brunches, everything! I can't imagine doing it with anyone else!"

"I think you're my only boyfriend where I have thought the same things. I've never thought of marrying anyone or having kids until I met you! You just make me so happy and these past two years with you have been the best of my life," I tell him.

"I just want you to know that no matter what, I love you. Don't ever forget it," Corbyn promised as he held me tighter.

After debating on what gender our kids would be, how many we'd have, and our entire future, we both whispered 'I love you's' before passing out.
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Sadly, the one to two hours of studio time turned into all day. I didn't;t mind and got some homework done. By the time Corbyn came back, it was 9 o'clock.

"Hey gorgeous, I'm back!" he sleepily greeted.

"Come here!" I yelled from the bathtub.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Go put your swimsuit on and come join me," I ordered from the bubbly hot tub.
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"I swear you are ten thousand times prettier with no makeup," Corbyn complimented me.

"Oh shut up!" I blushed.

"We're put of champagne," Corbyn frowned.

"When did we become so regular?" I laughed.
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"Y/N! Come on get up! I have to go to the studio so if you want a ride with the boys then you have 20 minutes," my brother, Jonah, yelled.

I sat up and frowned, "imagine a world like that," I sighed.