Elian Deogene's POV

'If you touch my food again, I'll fuck your life up' I sign at my girlfriend.

'Promise?' She asks signing up.

I glare at her.

We're sitting in one of our favourite fast food restaurants after ditching the company dinner.

We're still in our formal wear but we're eating our hearts out, ignoring the shocked or dirty looks from the people around us.

"Babe I hope you know this is pay back for nearly making me lose my damn life near that barrier" Aaliyah reminds me.

I grin sheepishly.

"I'm sorry babe" I say, taking a sip of her milkshake.

"Mhm" she says.

I chuckle, thinking back.

*Not even a whole hour ago*

"Babe I'm hungryyyy" I whine, putting my head on Aaliyah's shoulder.

She chuckles.

"I know babe. The food here isn't the best" she agrees in a hushed tone to be polite.

"Let's sneak out" I tell her.

She stares at me.

"Nothin' has changed since college huh?" She asks with a giggle.

I feel myself blushing a bit.

"C'mon baby. Nobody will notice that we're gone" I plead.

"The last time you said that, we nearly lost a weeks worth of case allowances" she reminds me.

I show her one of my warmest and slightly mischievous smiles.

"Come on baby. For me? I'm ya future husband. You have to trust me" I say.

I see her melt a little bit.

She rolls her eyes and I know she's given in to me.

We split ways, blending into the crowd, but heading in the same direction until we reach the back of the hall.

I go through a back exit and she follows me in after.

We quickly walk down the path together hand in hand so that none of us trip and we approach a fence.

I do a run up and I jump it easily, landing on my feet since it's not too high.

I turn around and I see her blinking at me.

"Babe, jump" I say to her.

She scowls.

"Elian in this dress?" She asks.

I chuckle.

"Give me your shoes, babe" I tell her.

She takes them off and hands them to me.

I put them down and then I grab her hips, picking her up and pulling her over.

"Tuck your legs in Aaliy" I say.

She does as I say, but some of the underskirt material from her dress catches on the fence, pulling her back.

I hold still, knowing that the moment I move, she could get hurt.

"Don't move" I say.

She gives me a death glare.

"Say one more word and you'll wake up at a Tupac concert" she threatens.

I nearly laugh, but then I chose life instead.

She gently plucks her clothes off the fence and I pull her to my chest.

"Are you okay?" I ask her.

"I will be once we grab that food. Let's go" she says, putting her arms around my neck.

I carry her shoes in my free hand and I carry her to the car, letting her sit down.

I don't deserve her.

But I am thankful.

*Flashback over.*

"If you *ever* make me jump something like that in a dress again, I'll kill you myself" she says.

"Promise?" I ask and she snorts.

"It's written in stone! Forget ya stupid promise" she says, eating a mouthful of fries.

I laugh at her.

We eat until we're full and then we drag ourselves to the car, stuffed.

We sit in the car and she lets me drive.

After talking for a while, she dozed off, exhausted.

I play some gentle music in the background so she can rest a bit before we get home.

As we drive, I start to imagine what life in our future together will look like.

I know that she only wants 2 kids.

Maximum 4.

I know that if we ever move in together properly, that she is not at all built to be a housewife.

She can cook, for sure.

And she can cook well.

But so can I.

I can do the dishes.

I can do laundry.

I can clean up around the house.

I can do everything she can.

We're *both* lawyers.

We're *both* extremely busy people and to shove everything onto her just would not be fair.

I'm her husband.

So I better act like it.

Whatever she needs, I'll do it.

I will pull my weight, so that if we ever have sons, they know that they won't leave anything to my daughters.

It's impossible.

Imagine raising a man for 18 years, for him to order his significant other around, telling them how to dress and act.

My blood boils thinking about it, but then I realise that I'm obsessing over a potential future, starring my potential children.

I calm down and I pull into the driveway.

I get out of the car and I go into the house, putting Aaliyah's shoes and bag down at the entrance.

I then carry her into the house and up to our bedroom.

I help her get out of her dress and then I lay her down, going to the bathroom and washing my hands, before grabbing her nighttime routine things.

I wipe off her makeup as gently as I can, making sure to wipe off everything.

I then get undressed and I lay next to her, watching as she sleeps heavily.

She sleeps with her back to me and I play with her hair until she shifts into me, her warmth making me drowsy.

She sleeps, her head on my chest, looking peaceful.

I feel my heart warm up and I close my eyes, falling asleep right away.

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