Johnny tickled your daughters sides making her laugh uncontrollably. "Daddy! Stop!" She squealed. "Never!" He laughed as he continued to tickle her. They both laughed together and had huge smiles across their faces. When Johnny finally stopped tickling her she ran over to wewe and gave wewe a hug. "Mommy! Can I got play outside!?" She asked. "Of course. Go have fun." wewe smiled as wewe turned back to the stove. She ran off and almost ran right into Johnny. "What do wewe think you're doing?" Johnny asked as he picked wewe up and out wewe over his shoulder. wewe laughed and told him to put wewe down. Johnny just alisema no and tickled your side. He carried wewe into the living room. Johnny tickled your sides making wewe laugh. wewe started to say stop but wewe were cut off kwa Johnny's lips colliding with yours. wewe laughed into the kiss and so did he. When he pulled away he looked into your eyes lovingly. "You're so amazing. wewe know that right?" wewe asked. Johnny kissed your nose. "Not as amazing as you." wewe said. Johnny gave wewe a log passionate kiss, but it was cut short because your daughter came back inside and made gagging sounds at wewe and Johnny. wewe two just laughed and sat up.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of bia I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the cap, herufi kubwa off, and pour it down my throat. Itâs tasteless.
I lean my head back against the ukuta from where I sit on the floor of my basement.
I see a football. Dannyâs football. It used to be Dannyâs football. Now itâs just some football my son used to hold, used to play with. It probably smelled like him. Part of me wanted to go pick it up, the other part of me didnât wanted to be reminded of the last time we played football together.
I pick up number nineteen, and out of the corner of my eye see (Y/N)âs old dolls, something we thought we could use for our little girl someday.
But thatâs not going to happen.
I know what happened. I saw their mangled, bruised, broken, dead bodies after their accident.
I pick up number twenty.
Oh God how was I going to say this.
The rest of my life depended on this.
She was just perfect. In every way possible. She was beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Funny. Understanding. Just (Y/N).
And I needed to tell her.
Tell her how much I needed her, wanted her, and had to have her. It was a feeling beyond comprehension. It was love.
I needed to tell her I loved her.
So here I am, sitting in the lot, looking at the stars with (Y/N). Doing something I upendo with the one I love.
I look over at her, her eyes gleaming from the light of the fire.
â(Y/N)?â I ask as I grab her hand.
âYeah?â She turns to face me.
âI-I thinkâŠâ I start.
âJust say it,â she smiles.
âI upendo you.â I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
âI upendo wewe too.â
âThis was my momâs,â he mutters. â(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will wewe marry me?â