[ 𝙍𝙋𝘿𝙍 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙁𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙎 ] ᯼ ✔

💕 Proposals 💕

- he went on one knee and the whole room revealed the whole gang of Giovanni's friends and family. His mother, father, and sister spectated. Stella in Gio's sister's arms.

- Gio took out a pearl white box and almost immediately, tears filled your sockets. He opened the box and said.

- " (Your Full Name), my sweet Nebraska, you are a lady-boy's dream, I would do anything for your devotion and, so I ask you. Will, you give me the gift of your hand in marriage?", he asked visibly shaking.

- you were speechless. Tongue-tied even. You stood up, looked down and took his hands.
- he looked up at you confused. Confused but mostly worried that you may say no.
- "Gio... Just stop all this bullshit. All I ask for you is a simple proposal. That's all.", you spoke softly, giving the indication that you wanted a proposal. But Gio still remained skeptical.

"Just get to the point ye insane Italian.", you chuckled and Gio took a sigh of relief.

"You're no fun Y/n", he pouted, "Alright then miss impatient. aHem. ", Gio grumbled and cleared his throat.

"Sweet Y/n, mother of my beloved daughter-", he looked over to Stella before continuing, and you glared at him, "Will you marry me?", you contemplated what to say next.

- It scared the living shit out of Gio while you were doing so.

- You finally made a decision.

- "Of course you doofus.", you bent down to bring him into a passionate kiss.

- You brought him up as you were kissing and the room compressed with thunderous hollers of merriments.

- "THE BITCH HAS BEEN SHACKLED, I REPEAT THE BITCH HAS BEEN SHACKLED.", Jordan shrieked through the crowd of Gio's friends and family.

- Gio flicked off with the iconic middle finger at Jordan for mildly ruining the moment while still being attached and attacking your lips.

- "This time I'm not leaving without you..."

Miss Fame💫=

- Kurtis seemed suddenly happy, even after he was ripped off of a dress from Amazon when it arrived, it was atrocious, not what you had both expected but yet he was still beaming with stars in his eyes.
- It was odd, to say the least.
- He spent more time home with the girls and you couldn't be more pleased.
- He came to be much more prudent to your desires and would provide it to you in mere seconds of requesting.
- It was clear he was trying so hard to cater to your needs even after your pregnancy had ended, you were living the life.
- Times spent working seemed much more gleeful as Kurtis would rather decline a lofty paying photoshoot to just come with you.
- He gave you endless amounts of gifts, 5 dozen roses of any color, a brand new set of makeup brushes, a whole closet worth of clothes, and many more.
- He would rather spend a fortune on you and your children than anything else.
- He didn't mind, he had money to spare. So why not?
- You, however, every fiber of your being, minded to the situation. You felt guilty of using him. To be stuck with two daughters that you both did not even plan.
- You felt beyond remorseful.
- You decided to have a talk with him.
- One night as you tucked the girls to bed you immediately left their room and called after Kurtis.
- "Kurt?", you yelled for the kitchen of where he was preparing dinner for the both of you.
- "Yes dear?", he yelled back.
- "We need to talk.", you subtly responded as you penetrated the vicinity of the kitchen.
- He placed the spatula he was carrying while making spaghetti on the counter. All smothered in tomato sauce.
- He strolled toward you and gave you a warm embrace.
- "What's on your mind dear?", he asked softly, twirling one of the tips of your mane while gouging himself into your scalp.
- "Kurt this is important.", you pulled back from your embrace, immediately craving to touch him again internally.
- "Can we discuss it over dinner? I made pasta.", he leaned to your forehead, gently placing a sweet peck.
- "Yeah sure..", you both sat down.
- you took the first amount of the shared dish and slurped quietly.
- "So about our little spending situation.", you began.
- "What about it?", Kurtis took a strand.
- "Why are you suddenly spending a fortune on us?", you referred to yourself and your children.
- "I can't spoil the mother of my children?", Kurtis deadpanned.
- "I just feel guilty that's all.", you spoke down.
- "Why do you feel guilty?", he placed his hand over yours.
- "I'm just not used to being spoiled. I just get uncomfortable.", you looked deep into his eyes.
- "Well, you're about to get even more uncomfortable then.", he shrugged and searched for something in his pocket.
- He beamed as if he found the thing and pulled it out.
- It was a small white box.
- Tears started welling in your sockets the moment you saw it. You cupped your jaws in both delight and distress.
- "So I just wanted to ask. Would you still hang around if I invited you to be my wife? To spoil or not?", he asked taking the ring out the box and holding it up.
- "Kurtis I don't understand.", his complexion frowned softly.
- "What I'm saying is-", he took your right hand. "Will you stay with me forever and be my one and only love?",
- "I can't promise you I'll stay.", you sighed and Kurtis's eyes dropped from their glow.
- " But I can promise you I will stand by your side for all eternity.", you clarified and Kurtis beamed again.
- "So is that a yes??", he voluntarily asked cupping both your hands.
- "It's a yes...", for the first time in a long time you saw Kurtis break down into tears.
- Kurtis held his head low as he sobbed.
- "Babe are you okay?", you patted his head gently as he sobbed and dropped slips of tears onto the plate of food.
- "Come on, you'll ruin your work.", you set aside the plate and returned back to comforting Kurtis.
- "I can't stop crying, helpppp.", he continued with now a stuffed nose.
- This continued for an hour with him letting out "I love you" and "I don't deserve you" over and over again.
- You finally calmed him down and he put on your ring on your finger for you.
- He then cried again and you smacked him across the head that left a small lump from how hard you hit him.
- He then cried over the swelling and forgot about the "yes" you gave him and proceeded to cry over you accepting him again.
- You got him a packet of ice and laid it on his bump.
- This situation popped a wonderful joke in your head.
- "Miss Fame... How's your head?", you seriously asked.
- "Well, I have not to HEAD any complaints."
- Cringe Galore
- He laughed the pain away, now enjoying dinner with his new fiancé.