𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 Λ dorbyn [2]

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dedicated to faco_historias because today is her birthday.

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daniel lay on his bed and looked at the silver ring that covered his finger. it was identical to the one that covered corbyn's finger.

he was nervous, there were only two months left for his wedding and there were still things to prepare. and for some strange reason they couldn't choose the perfect place for their honeymoon.

daniel wanted hawaii, he wanted beach and see corbyn in a swimsuit playing volleyball. but the blond wanted a calmer place, he wanted to go back to quebec to remember those moments with daniel. and during these months there had been no way for the two of them to get a place that they both liked. they were very stubborn.

the problem was that daniel didn't want to get stuck in those memories he wanted to move forward, create new ones and that scared the blond.

and there was still another important issue. the surname.

they didn't know which surname to choose if they were going to be mr. seavey or mr. besson, but neither of them dared to speak about that topic because it was too complicated, since they knew that they would end up hurting the feelings of the other.

daniel wanted his because corbyn's surname reminded his father of nolan, the evil dad of corbyn. but the blond wanted his because it was one of the few things he had in common with his mother.

daniel soon fell asleep alone in that empty bed since corbyn hadn't arrived yet.

corbyn arrived home two hours later, entered the room and saw daniel curled up on his side of the bed sleeping like a real angel. corbyn sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes while he watched him sleep.

corbyn sometimes didn't realize he was lost at work and at the end he almost didn't spend time with daniel. he didn't know if it was because his work seemed interesting to him or because every time he saw daniel he was afraid of everything that was coming.

marriage was a very big step and corbyn doubted whether they should marry or not.
at the moment he asked daniel to marry him everything was clear, he wanted daniel and wanted to spend his life with him. but in those months corbyn had realized that it wasn't fair for daniel to marry a person he barely knew, corbyn doubted daniel could love his true self.

and every time corbyn thought of those things he just felt pain. torture.

whenever he felt trapped in these feelings, corbyn would leave everything, everything that was happening, and go straight to daniel.

daniel always managed to make him feel better even if he didn't know what was going on in corbyn's head.

it was one in the morning and the only light that illuminated the room was that of a small table lamp that had been lit corbyn so as not to trip over anything when entering the room.

the image of danielwas clear. his brown hair that was already quite long for him covered his forehead. his lips were slightly parted, the sensual curve matching the line of his neck as he turned to the side.