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"Garroth Ro'meave?" The nurse calls out, her clipboard and pink pen in her hand. Garroth stops tapping his foot nervously on the ground and darts his eyes over to her, standing up and smiling politely. She smiled politely in return, her lip gloss showing off the peachy color of her actual lips nicely. Her blonde hair was in a bun, green eyes reflecting off the lights that came from the chandeliers of the ceiling. He walks over to her quickly, clasping his hands together and playing with the diamond covered wedding ring on his right ring finger timidly. "Your fiancé, Laurence Zvhal's wisdom teeth removal is finished. We've put a few gauzes in his mouth and the dentist has assigned him his medication. Everything went well and we successfully took out the teeth with no problems or struggles at all. Would you like to see him now?" She nods towards the hallway in question. Garroth huffs out a breath of relief while nodding his head 'yes'. They begin walking down the insanely long hallway, Garroth dragging his fingers over the baby blue colored walls absentmindedly.

"Is he loopy right now? Like people usually are after wisdom teeth removal?" Garroth asks the nurse with a hopeful smile. He'd love to see his fiancé all silly and goofy for once. All he ever saw coming from Laurence lately was stress, since his fiancé's family were having some issues.

"Yes, he is very loopy right now. He's on a medication. Now there's something I need to explain to you," She begins as her hands tap the clipboard, eyes reading off the paper clipped to it. The soon-to-be Zvhal nods for her to continue, "There are three moods that somebody may have when they get finished with this teeth surgery. The happy mood, the sad mood, or the tired mood. If he's in a happy mood, he'll be very playful and goofy, often saying inappropriate things to make someone laugh. If he's in a sad mood, he'll probably list out negative things about himself and cry a lot, maybe even tell you things he thinks about that he's never told you before, and if he's in a tired mood he'll barely talk and fall asleep a lot, maybe skip some meals and just sleep through them, the same thing normal people do when they're exhausted. I don't know which mood your fiancé has, I haven't been in the room with him since the surgery finished. Just giving you a warning now, don't be loud when you see him, alright?"

"Okay, thank you," Garroth bubbles out, entering the room that the nurse led him up to. When he entered he had to restrain himself from laughing, seeing as how his fiancé was sitting with a hand on his hip, pointing at a nurse who was giggling a lot, mocking her obnoxiously.

"Laurence Zvhal!" She squeaks, obviously blushing. Her hand was rubbing up and down Laurence's arm flirtatiously, which kind of made Garroth boil a little bit with anger. Now, he didn't mind showing off Laurence, he knew that his fiancé was absolutely sexy and gorgeous, but he stuck with one rule, and one rule only: you can look, but you can't touch.

"Are you flirting with me?" He blurts, with an idiotic smile. Garroth stayed by the door, crossing his arms angrily and watching the scene unfold.

"Well do you want me to be?" She sings lowly, leaning close and running her hands through Laurence's cocoa brown hair. His smile grows larger, and he grabs her hand in his, bringing it down from his hair to his chest level.

"Well," he starts, smirking a little bit before tossing her hand away from him, "I'd sure hope not. I only roll with cute blonde dudes like my fiancé. And on top of that, your breath kinda stinks," He goofily cheers, making the nurse's flirtatious expression turn into one of disgust and anger. Garroth drops his arms and bursts out into laughter, surprising both the nurse, and his fiancé. "Garroth!" He squeals, eyes crazy, lips dry and chapped like hell. The inside of his lips were covered in blood, too, but that's beside the point. You could definitely tell he was intoxicated with medicine by the way he was acting.

"Hey Champ," Garroth softly speaks, walking over and smiling down at his brunette. "How are you doing?"

"Better now that you're here, but I'd be even more better if you were on my lap," Laurence sweetly chirps. Garroth giggles and sits on the brunette's lap, chaining his arms around Laurence's neck. "with no clothes," he quickly adds.

"Laurence! You—"

"On my dick-"

"Laurence! Stop!" Garroth insists, face redder than a tomato. Laurence cackles like a dork, trailing his hands on Garroth's thighs.

"Kiss me?" Laurence puckers up his lips and winks, wiggling his eyebrows.

"No baby, your lips are covered in blood from the surgery, you have gauze at the back of your mouth, your lips are dry and cracked, and not to mention the pool of saliva floating in your mouth," Garroth smirks, leaning close and caressing his thumb against Laurence's cheeks.

"Blah blah blah, shut the fuck up you sexy blonde short piece of shit. Kiss me now."

"Here, how about this," Garroth starts, leaning close and giving a smooch to Laurence's forehead. "I'll kiss you everywhere else," He kisses Laurence's cheeks, jaw, neck, ear, temple, et cetera.

"Everywhere else?" A lust filled smirk spreads across Laurence's face.

"On your face, yes."

"What about on my-" Laurence was about to speak but Garroth smacks his hand over Laurence's mouth.

"Quiet, Laurence," He strictly mutters. He stares at his fiancé sternly, sighing when he only gets a shit-eating grin in response.

"I can be quiet," Laurence closes his lips dramatically, leaning back on his chair and squeezing Garroth's hips. It goes silent in the room as Garroth leans on Laurence, snuggling into him. He just now realized that the nurse from earlier already left the room. "But I don't wanna be quiet, so sucks for you I guess," Laurence snickers mischievously, beginning to scream the lyrics to 'deep throat' by CupcakKe, with over-dramatic and obnoxious moans. "HUMP ME, FUCK ME, DADDY BETTER MAKE ME—"

"Laurence if you don't shut the fuck up this instant you're going to be sleeping in our bed alone tonight while I sleep on the couch by the fireplace and give you no cuddles or kisses," Garroth growls and mentally pumps his fist in triumph when the loopy brunette shuts up immediately.

"I'm sorry cuddle-bug," Laurence whispers, hugging Garroth's torso adorably.

"You're fine, Champ."

"Why do you call me 'Champ'?" Laurence suddenly questions.

"Because you're a champion?" Garroth replies as if it's obviously, kissing Laurence's head.

"But I'm not a champion though. I haven't won any sports!"

"You're a champion in my eyes," Garroth softly breathes, leaning down and pressing soft kisses to Laurence's neck. He giggles as his brunette fiancé practically swoons, waving his hands in the air goofily.

"I'M A CHAMPION IN HIS EYES!" He screeches. A new nurse walks in with a few papers in her hand, grinning ear to ear.

"Yes, yes you are, now lower your voice down," Garroth chuckles. Laurence sighs and lets his head fall back.

"Ma'am?" Laurence switches his attention to the nurse, who was standing at the counter, working on some document on the computer.

"Yes?" She turns to Laurence with a polite expression.

"Do you know where the toilets are?"

"Yes I do, why, do you need to pee?" She questions, turning her body towards the two husbands.

"Nah, I gotta take a shit," He blurts out way too casually, making the nurse and Garroth roar into giggles. "A whole shit-"

"Baby come on, stop being inappropriate," The blonde laughs. It goes silent in the room again as the couple snuggles each other, and the nurse finishes her documents. After about 30 minutes or so, Garroth and Laurence get to leave after the doctor explains the rules and what procedures and processes have to happen while Laurence is on medication. The car ride is silent on the way, Laurence just admiring Garroth the whole time and Garroth wondering why Laurence was staring at him like he was some sort of king.

Garroth then smiles to himself. He was marrying this stupid, inappropriate, goofy, romantic, sweet, gorgeous, and smart man in 3 months. 3 months that are gonna fly past so quick, it made Garroth bite his bottom lip. He was so in love with Laurence Zvhal, and there was nothing or no one that could ever change that. Then again, the car was absolutely quiet. It was 100% silent.

Until Laurence spoke up with such smart words once again,

"Wanna touch my wiener?"