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junonturk replied to your post “Waifu Simulator Tagged by: @ofgunblades Tagging: Whoever wishes to...”

What’s that saying? ‘A gentleman in the parlor.... etc etc.’ XD

But she can certainly take a hard gaze at that get-up of his and give him a hearty laugh.「 You planning to party in that, old man? And they say I’m ballsy. 」

“Zeeeeeeedddd. Why do you even feed him table food to begin with? You know it makes him gassy. Raw. Raw only. Stick to his diet.”

She covered her nose with a groan, looking down at the culprit who sat on the rug in the middle of the living room, mouth open and eyes light at the mention of his name.

Of all the things Marie had expected him to mutter to her as they lay together in bed, both falling asleep to a movie as she ran her fingers through his hair, a request for a baby was quite far down on the list.

She stopped, shock rippling through her, as if stopping a movement might make her better recall what he’d said.

Did he mean it?

It was a strange thing to say if one didn’t mean it, but Zed was...ah...unique, and Marie had learned to tread carefully around what he said.

But if he did mean it. If he really, truly wanted a baby, a baby with her--she snuggled closer, resuming her touch, combing with be fingers again. They could have a family. All she wanted was a family of her own, the opportunity snatched from her three times already, and despite what everyone else told her about Zed, she firmly believed he was good. Their family could be good. 

“I think I’m falling in love with you and it terrifies me. I’ve never been afraid to love before, because I was always so confident in my ability to make sure the few boys I did date didn’t look at anyone else.

But you’re different. I know I’ll never be the only one in your heart, but I’m fine with that because I think you know you can’t be the only one in mine. The only difference is that I’m ready to let you in. I let you in, but I’m scared you can’t do that. I’m scared that coping mechanisms have become unbreakable habits, or a lifestyle that even though you brush it off to me, has become yours and settling down again is so boring in comparison.

I don’t need to be the only one in your heart but I do want to be the only one in your eyes, and in your arms. I want a life with you, I want a family. I want everything, but I don’t want us to change. I want to be greedy with you and give all of myself at the same time.

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Marie didn’t mind the rain. In fact, running hand in hand with Zed, feeling her dress sticking to her body, she felt alive, a thrilling rush of adrenaline as they searched for shelter, and when he pulled her against him, she didn’t think twice, lowering the shopping bags to the cement stoop of the restaurant’s back door, one hand on his ribs as she looked out at the rain, and the other people scrambling for cover outside of their alley. 

And then he kissed her. 

It had happened so quickly she almost didn’t realize his fingers on her chin, and the way she glanced up without hesitation. Why wouldn’t she? But his lips on hers were soft and honest, not anything like the hurried drunken hunger she had thought him to display with women, and when he pulled back, grinning at her and speaking softly, she didn’t feel like just another woman. 

It was like a scene from the movies when a sheepish smile of her own joined his expression and she returned his motion, brushing aside his hair, her voice quiet, gentle, explorative.