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Calum -

"Have you ever wondered about how we got here?" You asked.
"What do you mean? We drove." Calum responded, obviously confused.
"No I mean like how people got here. Like as a philosophy thing. How did we get here?"
You and your boyfriend Calum were on a camping trip with a bunch of family, celebrating New Years. You were currently watching the stars, waiting for the hours to pass before the new year came and the s'mores were served.
Every once in a while you couldn't help but get a little curious and philosophical, after all, doesn't everyone?
"I don't really think about it, honestly." He shrugs. "I don't think it matters."
"Really?" You asked, his response spiking your interest.
"Well, yeah, I mean, we were blessed with this awesome life, we don't need to spend it trying to figure out the logistics of it, the who and the why and the what. It doesn't really matter. You only have one life, so, live it. Stop asking stupid questions we'll never know the answers to."
"Really? You think we'll never know the answers?"
"Well I mean I don't think so. I know that seems really pessimistic but I think - I don't know, I just don't think it matters to pay attention to that kind of stuff." He explained.
"Huh," You smiled at him, not agreeing or disagreeing with statement, more like just thinking about his opinion.

Luke -

"Have you ever wondered about where we'd be if we'd never met?" You asked your fiancé one day, while you two were enjoying a late morning in bed.
"I wouldn't want to." He winked at you, smiling cheekily.
"Oh, come on, you've never wondered, what would've happened if Ash never introduced us or if we never called each other after we exchanged numbers?"
"Nope." He kissed your cheek. "I can honestly say that I haven't."
"Really," You looked at him in disbelief.
"Why would I? That's not what happened, is it? Ash did introduce us, and we did call each other, and that first date was the best first date I've ever been on in my life."
"Right, yeah," You snorted. "Luke our first date was terrible."
"And I loved every second of it." He pecked your lips sweetly and you scooted deeper into his side.
"I wonder about it sometimes," You said, figuring if he hadn't thought about it you'd tell him about the times you had.
"Really?" He asked.
"Of course, I mean, I can't help but be curious. If I'd be with another guy or -"
"Stop," He plugged his ears. "I don't wanna hear that." He stuck out his lip in a pouty face and you rolled your eyes.
"I love you." You kissed his cheek. "I'm glad we met."

Michael -

"Have you ever thought about adoption, or a surrogate pregnancy?" Your doctor asked. You'd just now found out that you'd couldn't have children. The only problem would be breaking it to your husband of three years.
"Um, no." You answered honestly. "I haven't." You were quiet and very aloof, you didn't want to to talk about adoption right now. Yes, it was an alternative, but it wouldn't be the same as having your own kids with Michael.
You wiped a way a betraying tear. Needless to say once you told him, what was stopping him from getting a lawyer and divorcing your infertile ass?
Nothing.
Nothing was stopping him.
"I'll send a brochure home with you, okay? There are some great programs out there for parents looking to adopt." Your doctor looked at you with such sympathy, you couldn't help but feel bad for her, too. Her job must be terrible sometimes, breaking mothers' hearts by telling them they can't do the one thing women are supposed to be able to do.
Your doctor left the room, and you followed soon after, collecting your brochures on your way out of the office while feeling like a worthless sack of potatoes. Michael was waiting for you at home, you figured the last place he'd want to be is a gynecologist.
How are you gonna tell him?
Your mind raced the entire drive home, and your heart sunk to find Michael's car in the driveway. A little part of you hoped he'd gone out to go do something with his band.
"Have fun at the vagina doctor, (Y/N)?" Michael teased you as you walked in the door. You set him a forced smile and laugh about as real as you could make it.
As far as Michael knew that appointment was just a regular check-up. And it was, sort of, but really it was you wondering why you weren't pregnant yet when you and Michael had been trying for so long.
"I'm feeling pretty tired; I'm gonna go lie down." You forced another smile as you fought back tears, escaping to your bedroom leaving a very confused Michael to follow you.
"Babe? You alright?" He asked, as he stood in the doorway as you collapsed onto the bed, your face shoved in a pillow.
"Geow Awave." You responded, your voice muffled.
"What?"
"Gehhh awade."
"What are you saying I can't freaking understand you."
"Go away, Michael!" You yelled, moving into a fetal position on the bed. "I just wanna be alone for a little while..."
"Babe, what happened?" He asked, coming over and sitting by you, ignoring your request for him to leave. You sighed.
"Mikey, there's something I have to tell you..." You took his hand in yours and intertwined them on your leg.

Ashton -

"Have you ever thought about marriage, (Y/N)?" Ashton asked you as the two of you walked down the boardwalk one night. Ashton and you had a friends with benefits thing going on, and now neither of you could figure out exactly what your relationship was, which is why you found it so ironic he was talking about marriage.
"What do you mean?"
"Have you thought about it? Like, you know - the whole white picket fence thing. Brick house, husband, four kids, a dog and a fireplace in the living room."
"Fireplace in the living room? That's random." You teased him.
"Answer the question, geez." Ashton blushed and looked down at his feet.
"I mean yeah. I've thought about it. I've thought about marrying some Wall Street guy and then having four kids, living in a mansion, and having everything we could ever want." You shrugged. "But that's not me. Everyone knows that marriages just fall apart, so what's the use in even trying? I don't want to stick around with the same guy for twenty years and I know he doesn't want to stick around with me for half that long. So yeah, I've thought about it, but no, it's not really for me."
Ashton's mouth was wide open.
"You seem surprised." You laughed at him.
"Well, yeah, most girls want to get married. They, you know, look forward to it and everything."
"I'm not saying it's completely off the table. If I met the right guy, then maybe. I just wouldn't want the marriage to fall apart, you know? Or go stale. You marry someone because you'll love them forever, not just a year or so." You shrugged.
"You're different, (Y/N.)" Ashton smiled. "I like it."
He intertwined your hands as you two walked down the boardwalk together, laughing and telling jokes, and honestly, acting like a giddy couple on their honeymoon.
"What if we got married?" Ashton giggled as you two ran off down the beach. You stopped. "What?" His face started to flame up red.
"Nothing, I'm just surprised. Most guys don't want to get married." You mocked him from earlier. He shrugged.
"What if we did, though?" He smiled from ear to ear as you could tell an idea popped into his head. "Right now?"
"What?!" You yelled. "Ashton Irwin are you drunk?"
"Maybe a little." He winked. He grabbed your hand and kneeled to the ground, as a crowd started to form around you.
"I'm going to kill you, Irwin." You muttered.
"(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I love you." He grinned evilly. "I loved you from the day I met you, and I'll love you to the last. And honestly I could care less whether or not this is a good idea, because I'm not gonna lie, it's an absolutely terrible idea, and our parents will kill us. But I love you, and that's all that matters." He kissed your hand. "So will you marry me?"
You were shocked. Every second of that fake proposal sounded real. Every word that left his mouth felt true.
"Uh-" You stuttered, and then you realized you had to say something. "God, fuck it, yes, I'll marry you, Irwin."
"Good, there's a chapel right around the corner from here." He stood up and kissed you as people around you clapped, and the two of you ran off towards the chapel down the street. It was probably the worst idea you'd ever had, but it'd be alright. After all, you loved HIM.