Five years ago
"Chris?"
"Yeah, Ricky?" I mumbled, rolling over in the bed so I was facing him. "Would you...hypothetically, marry me one day?"
"Hypothetically? As in, not making it a reality?"
"I mean...I don't know. It's a dumb question." He said with a sad sigh, looking up at the ceiling to try and hide the pain in his eyes. I frowned and moved so I was straddling his hips and I made him look at me. "You should know I know you by now, so don't try and hide stuff from me."
"I'm sorry..." he said softly, looking at me with sad eyes. I pressed my lips to his and slowly kissed my way up to his ear, kissing his earlobe before I smirked against his ear. "Hypothetically, nothing would ever make me happier. And I swear, I'll make it a reality one day."
He shivered and blushed before looking at me with a hopeful smile. "C'mon we might as well get today started." He sighed and I nodded before swiftly pulling the blankets off of him as I clambered off of him. "Get dressed, Rick Dick."
"If I didn't love you, I'd be beating your ass right about now." He grumbled, stretching before he climbed out of the bed and grabbed some clothes. I watched as he got dressed with a soft smile before pulling him into my arms. "Are you okay?"
"I've missed this. We can't do this much on tour can we?"
"I mean...we make out on stage a lot..." he muttered, pulling away and handing me a pair of jeans and a random ass shirt. "Ricky, my beautiful, fantastic boyfriend who I'll forever love?"
"What do you want." He said bluntly, seeing through my cheesy act instantly and glaring at me. "Do you mind doing breakfast today?"
"Um yeah, but that isn't what you was gonna say, is it?"
"No...I wanted to know if you could try and convince Ange to stay in the band."
"Chris, you can't stop him if he wants to leave. He's made his mind up, and you know he'll end up back here with us anyway."
"True..." I said in agreement, pressing my lips to his again. I just don't want Ange to leave.
A few months later
"This house is great." I said as me and Ricky looked around with eager eyes.
"Yeah, it's perfect." He said in agreement. The estate agent seemed ecstatic when me and Ricky quickly signed and brought the house.
He handed us the keys with paperwork and all of that shit and within 10 minutes, we were left alone in our new house. "Why did you wanna move somewhere bigger?"
"When we have kids, they're gonna need a room, right?"
"Yeah..." he said with a slight hopeful gleam in his eyes.
"Exactly. It's a four bed, with two bathrooms and a decent sized kitchen and front room. That means we can have three kids, if you wanted to. Or just two, and have the spare room for band stuff."
"You'd have three kids with me?" Ricky asked with tearful eyes.
"Of course I would. I want kids as well. I know I'm not exactly on the mature side but...I want children of our own. I see parents with kids, and they seem so close...I want that for us." I admitted, making sure I kept my head low. Ricky lifted my head with his finger before pressing his lips to mine softly.
"Don't we need to go get our shit?"
"Dev, Ange, Justin and Josh are already on it. They're probably outside now anyway." The door knocked after I finished my sentence and I smirked.
Within ten minutes, me and Ricky hauled all of the boxes to the rooms and I was trying to set the bed up in mine and his room while he was unpacking the stuff in the kitchen. "Piece of shit!" I yelled, throwing a screw in rage. The instructions for the bed were missing and trying to build it like this wasn't exactly easy.
Probably because I'd never done it before, but whatever. Ricky was leaning against the doorframe with a cocky smirk on his face. I glowered at him as he swiftly walked in and set the bed up. "It's not that hard." He said playfully, helping me put the mattress on the bed. Cocky motherfucker.
He flopped down on the bare mattress and smiled innocently at me. "Move." I said, holding the sheets up. He rolled his eyes and moved as I quickly made the bed before pressing my lips against his. "That didn't take too long, now did it?" He said against my lips before running his hands along my back.
"No. But I can thing of stuff that'll take long."
"Oh really?" He said with a smirk, pulling me against him and smiling against my mouth. I pulled back and raised my eyebrows at him, winking suggestively. "I have one question."
"Yeah?" I said, quickly taking my shirt off and dropping it on the floor.
He didn't take his eyes off of my chest for a few moments. He softly traced each of my tattoos before smiling and looking into my eyes. "You're so beautiful."
"So are you, love. What did you wanna ask?"
"Can I top this time?"
"You can top whenever the hell you want." I promised him as he pulled me against him roughly. "That's exactly what I like to hear."
