Primrose's POV
I should change the topic.
"Let's stop talking about this for now."
"Sounds good."
"Do you think, we should let Marionette decide what we wear for our wedding?"
He chuckled.
"As cute as that sounds, we might regret it."
"What makes you say that?"
"What if, we don't like what she picks out? Do we just...deal with it?"
"I'm sure, she'd understand."
"She is right about how you should dress. You'd make an amazing queen."
"Oh? You think so?"
"Yeah. You don't?"
I shrugged.
"I dunno. I've never thought of myself as one."
"Hey, you probably won't have to wear a white dress."
"What color would I wear them?"
"Maybe purple? Ya know, like Rapunzel. You've already got the long hair."
"But...I'm not blond."
"I don't think that matters. Hey, do you think, we'd be able to find a chameleon for the day?"
"You seriously think, me having a pet chameleon would be cute? It'd probably shit all over me."
"True. You have a point. Let's say, we do go with the royalty theme. I'm not wearing a crown."
I chuckled.
"I wasn't expecting you to. You can dress like Eugene Fitzherbert if you want."
"Uhhh. No."
"You suck."
"You swallow."
My face started to heat up
"HA! I win!"
"I-I-I'm spitting next time, just for that."
"No! I-I take it back!"
"Relax. I may or may not have been joking."
"Sooo, you're still gonna swallow next time?"
"Maybeee."
"Asshole."
"I might be an asshole but, you love me anyway."
"Ugh. True. How have you been? Has you being pregnant, been bad for you yet?"
"Not so far. I'm kinda enjoying it. I get to see and feel our baby move and I can see her grow."
He snuggled up with me more.
"You're being more of a teddy bear than, you usually are. Am I missing something?"
"Huh? No. I was gone for weeks. I wasn't able to do this. Plus, I love snuggling with you. Is there a issue with that? I hope there isn't."
"No no. There's no issue. I just worry about you."
I started playing with his earring.
"You love doing that, don't you?"
"What? It relaxes me."
"You're adorable love. You really are."
My face started to heat up again. I felt him kissing my neck.
"How many kids do you want?"
"Hm..I'm not sure. How many do you want?"
"I dunno. I'm enjoying raising Mari. Maybe we should see, how I react to having my own baby."
"That sounds good."
He kissed my neck again. I smiled.
"Thank you for bringing me to the hospital. I-I really needed it."
"You're welcome."
I kissed the top of his head.
"I'm glad you're better. You really scared me."
"I'm sorry."
"It's alright. Our bed felt pretty empty."
"Same. I mean...the beds are made for one person but, I felt lonely."
"Did you talk in group?"
"Kinda. I'm sure, everyone thought it was a dumb reason."
"You don't know that."
"True."
"Did anyone look at you weird?"
"A few people."
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The Boy With A Child
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