I walk into the living room to see Ralph dancing, he's wearing tap shoes and is very good at it.
"Wow babe, I didn't know you could tap dance," I say in awe.
He looks at me and grins.
"I started lessons when I was three, I've been doing it fifteen years now, come y/n I'll teach you some moves," he replies cheerily.
We swap shoes, his tap shoes are a little big on me but it's okay.
He begins teaching me moves but I can't get the hang of it.
"Ugh I suck at this, I wish I was awesome like you," I say with a small sigh.
"Baby, you're awesome just the way you are. That's why I love you so much," he says with a big smile.
He pulls me in close and kisses me passionately, igniting sparks between us.
"I love you too, but I think I'll leave the tap-dancing to experts like you," I say with a giggle.
"Well at least I can say you're an expert at kissing and cuddling," he replies with a wink.
"And is that only it?" I ask curiously.
"Not at all baby," he says as he carries me out and upstairs to our bedroom.
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Ralph Macchio imagines ♡
FanfictionI hope Ralph never reads this book or I'll have to change my identity and go into hiding
