Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Not For Show (Part 2)

Aris and I were never exactly a secret. It was more of a "why bother to tell people?' mindset. We just didn't exactly plan on announcing it, and if they asked we would absolutely say yes. They didn't though, and for some reason us being roommates never made anyone realize it. Not that it matters. We're happy, and that's all that matters.

Right now, was happy too. While I'd admit that he has flaws but so do I, and he loves me despite them. I don't hesitate to do the same.

I love everything about him, about us. I love the way I still jump into his arms the second that I get home. I love the way that he still wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder. I love the way that he wakes me up with forehead kisses. I love the way that I lay on his chest while we sleep so that I can listen to his heartbeat. I love the way that we hold hands under the table. I love the way he gives me little neck kisses. I love the way that I still feel giddy when he tells me to get dressed because I know exactly what that means.

While his request for me to wear something with pockets was odd I didn't ask about it. I just chose my sundress with them. Partly because they're so hidden and partly because I really like the dress. So does Aris so it seemed fine.

"Pretty,"He whispered in my ear, hugging me from behind. With his hands on my hips this time, I pretended not to notice that they were a little lower than usual as I leaned against his chest.

And with that he took my hand and led me to the shore. In the dark, with nothing but the stars to light our path, he kept his hand in mine. Still, I noticed the way he kept glancing at the ground before looking up at me.

"Are you okay? You seem a little off."

"I'm fine. Just thinking about something,"He shrugged.

"What?"

"You. I tend to do that."

"Aww. My sweet boy,"I sighed, hugging him from the side. Grabbing my hand that was on his waist, he spun me around, making me laugh. Pulling me close, he pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose, smiling as he just gazed at me.

Putting my hair behind my back, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up. Laughing again, I cupped his face as he kept me in mid-air and kissed him. Gently putting me on my feet, he kissed back before pulling apart and keeping his forehead against mine. Taking in his features, I pulled away and brushed his hair out of his face.

"It looks nice like that,"I complimented, running my fingers through it. "And it's soft,"I added, admiring the way it would fall back on his forehead.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah,"I nodded. "You're pretty."

"You're pretty too,"He whispered, pulling me in for a hug. Holding the back of my head, he let me keep my head in his chest for a while.

"Can you do something for me?"He whispered in my ear.

"Always.

"Look in your pockets."

"Why?"

"Just do it,"He pushed. Rolling my eyes at the mysterious statement, I did so only to feel something square. Glancing at the way he pulled his hoodie strings back and forth something clearly made him nervous.

Deciding to just see what it was, I pulled it out to see a small, velvet box. Turning it over my hands, I looked at him to silently ask what it was.

Without a word he took it before getting on one knee. Staring at him with wide eyes, I watched as he opened it to reveal a small ring, shining just enough in the moonlight, looking just bright enough, the diamond being just big enough, it being just perfect enough.

"I love you more than I've ever loved anything. Even without all of my memories I am sure that you have always been the best thing in my life. You have always been there, and I hope you know that I always will too. I hope that you'll let me wake up beside you every day for the rest of our lives. I hope you'll jump into my arms every chance you get. I hope you'll let me dance with you in the moonlight. I hope you'll let me do all those little things to prove that I love you. Y/N, will you take my last name?"

Not knowing how to speak, I covered my mouth with my hands as I cried. Nodding my head, I wore a smile bigger than I thought possible as more tears poured down my cheeks.

"Yes?"He whispered.

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes. I will marry you,"I got out.

Standing up, he threw his arms around me so quickly that I almost fell over. Regaining my balance, I held him tighter than I ever have as he gently rocked me back and forth while still standing up.

"I love you. I love you so much,"I whispered. Pulling away, he wiped my tears with his thumbs before brushing his lips over mine. Grabbing my hand, he put the ring on my finger as I smiled wider than I ever had.

"Married. We're married,"I got out, wondering how this was true while also internally repeating that he was no longer my boyfriend.

He was my fiance now. Aris is my fiance. My fiance.

"I guess now is a good time to tell you then."

"Tell me what?"

"Tell you that I'm pregnant,"I confessed.

"Are you serious?"He asked after a moment of silence.

"Yeah. I am,"I nodded.

"So you're actually carrying my child?"

"Yes."

"So I'm going to be a dad?"

"That's typically what follows."

"I'm a dad. I'm actually a dad,"He whispered to himself. "Can I touch it?"He breathed out. Giving him a nod, I let him put his hands on my stomach, only smiling more as tears filled his own eyes before hugging him again.

"She said yes, and I'm a dad!"He exclaimed, cupping his hands over his mouth and screaming to nobody in particular.

"It is eleven pm! Go to bed!"Someone shouted back.

"Way to kill the joy,"I sighed.

"Nothing will do that. Nothing,"He said firmly, holding my face before kissing me for longer than he ever had.

♡ Time Skip♡

I cradled our baby in my arms as he looked over my shoulder and rubbed his back.

"Precious little Aaron,"He whispered, still looking at him like he was an angel. Holding back a yawn, I nodded in agreement. "You go to sleep, okay? I'll put him to bed,"He suggested.

"You sure?"

"Yes. I'll be with you soon,"He assured me. Nodding, I rubbed my eyes as I handed him the baby. Opening our door, despite the pure exhaustion from being home all day with little Aaron, I smiled as I thought about everything. About how sweet he was to our kid. About how he immediately came home after work and started helping. About the way he had been there for every step of the way. About how he stayed home with me when I first had him to make sure that everything was okay. About how despite how tough it could be he was always so gentle with our kid. About how he suggested the name Aaron because it means miracle. About how when he had swaddled the baby and put him in his crib he would lay beside me and hold me close as I listened to the soft melody of his heartbeat.

This was perfect. It may be a little rough sometimes, but my life with Aris and our kid was everything I could have asked for and more.