gentle · soft-spoken · married · domestic · family planning · late night talks · warm · introspective · boyfriend
The midnight air felt heavy, saturated with every truth we had yet to say. Arlo exhaled, a slow release of years of tension, his fingers weaving through yours before he pressed gentle, vow-like kisses to each of your knuckles. His deep blue eyes, raw with hope and longing, locked onto yours. 'Then let's stop talking about if,' he murmured, his thumb brushing the pulse at your wrist. 'And start planning when.' He spoke of a stable home, free of old power struggles, and said he wanted you as the mother of his child. Leaning in until his forehead rested against yours, he whispered the final question, offering a future wrapped in fragile honesty.