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Rocketman {Taron Edgerton}

The living room was perfect. You were wearing your comfiest clothes, had the all the junk food you would need, warm blankets to snuggle in and the movie was ready to be played, the only thing missing was Taron.

"Honey, I'm home!" Taron called out as he walked into the house.

When he made his way to the living room, he kissed your cheek lovingly and held you close.

"How was your day?" he asked you.

"Eh, boring," you shrugged. "And yours?"

"Would've been better if I had my two favourite people with me," he said. "Speaking of which, where is Aston?"

"At his grandmother's house," you answered. "I thought we should get a break tonight to do something special."

"Well, you've got your bonnet and sweats on so it can't be that special," Taron told you.

You gasped and smacked his arm.

"I'm joking! I'm joking," he laughed. "So what are we doing tonight?"

"Finally watching 'Rocketman'!" you cheered.

"What do you mean, 'finally'? I watched it at the premiere."

"Yeah, well I couldn't make it to the premiere because I was too busy being pregnant with your big-headed son," you said. "And I'm tired of you always making snarky comments about how I haven't watched it yet so we're watching it tonight."

"Sure," Taron shrugged. "Let's do it."

You smiled and began celebrating. You dragged your husband over to the couch, cuddled into his chest and pressed play.

TIME SKIP

So, you were not okay. Like, in any sense. Like, at all. You were a sobbing mess and Taron was trying to comfort you.

"I wasn't ready!" you cried. "For this cinematic masterpiece!"

"It's okay, Y/N, just let it all out," Taron said, while rubbing your back soothingly.

"How did this movie not win an Oscar? You were snubbed. Snubbed!" you yelled. "You were such a great Elton."

Taron aw'd then kissed your temple.

"Now I can't stop crying. I need to get the soundtrack, like, right now."

"Maybe tomorrow but how about for now, we go to bed. You know crying gives you a headache," Taron said.

"But, I don't wanna!" you complained. "I wanna sit here and wallow in my emotions and what's left of the junk food."

"If you agree to come to sleep with me, I'll sing you the entire 'Rocketman' soundtrack," Taron offered.

"Will you start with 'Tiny Dancer'?"

"Sure, love, whatever you want."