BLUE EYED BOY (Tracob | DDLB)

>49<

"Dammit, Troye! Seriously?!"

"I'm sorry!"

"No, you're not! If you were, you wouldn't keep doing it!"

"I won't do it again, I promise!"

"That's a promise I know you won't fucking keep-dammit!"

Troye laughs loudly as he pushes Jacob off the Rainbow Road for the fourth time.

"Why do I always pick this one?!" Jacob shouts making Troye laugh harder.

"I know, you really suck."

"Shut up."

Troye giggles as he focuses on the game.

His eyes grow wider as he nears the finish line.

His smile increase as Princess Peach crosses the checkered line, "Yeah! Wooo! In yo face, bitch!"

Jacob throws his controller onto the coffee table in annoyance as Troye jumps up and dances around the room, purposely wiggling his butt in Jacob's face.

Jacob rolls his eyes before grabbing the little by his waist and carefully throwing him onto the couch.

Troye yelps at the sudden action but can't help but giggle happily as Jacob lies over top of him.

"I can't believe I'm marrying you tomorrow."

"Well believe it, sucker, you're gonna be stuck with me."

"Brat."

"You love me."

"That I do, but that doesn't mean you're not a brat."

"Did you get a call about the apartment?"

"Not yet. Hopefully by next week."

"Are you excited?"

"I'm so excited. I've been on the waiting list for a year."

Troye smiles and wraps his arms around Jacob's neck.

Gently laying on top of Troye, Jacob grins, his finger running softly through the little's hair, "Are you happy?"

"I'm so happy, Jacob."

"What are you most excited for?"

"Kissing you and officially declaring us married."

Jacob grins wider, "We've been engaged for so long you're finally getting impatient."

"It's only been a year, I'm not that impatient. All I'm saying is that I would have been fine marrying you that following week."

Jacob chuckles, "No, not impatient at all."

"I prefer the term excited."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, beauty."

Troye grins, "I love you."

"I love you, babe."

"I'm hungry. When's the rehearsal dinner?"

"In about an hour. We should start getting ready."

"Nooo, carry me," Troye whines, wrapping his legs around Jacob's waist, his arms tightening slightly around his neck.

"Lazy butt."

Troye smiles as Jacob stands up, the boy hugging his torso like a koala.

Jacob hoists Troye further up on his hip, "My little baby boy."

"No, don't make me little, we gotta get ready."

"Okay, sorry. Maybe later."

"Definitely later."