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*time skip 6 months*
James
Me and Thomas have been together for a year now… Brittany has been here for 6 months, all of us are happy..except one little problem.
“Yes that ring will do.”
As I pay, I’m interrupted by a text from Thomas, which I answer as I’m walking out.
Thomas ❤️: Brittany said she wants you to come home.
I smile to myself, walking to my car. As I begin to make dinner reservations, and have my friend watch Brittany tonight. I want tonight to be perfect, hopefully, but considering the relationship we’ve had, who knows.
See things haven’t been bad lately, Thomas actually got the right medication, his depressive episodes only happen maybe once every 4-5 months. So all good things really. Pulling into the apartment lot, I realize it is already 3pm. James you got 4 hours till you propose to the man you love, no pressure. What if he says no? I don’t think he’d say no, right?
Heading to my apartment, I start to really wonder if he would say no. I mean we’ve been together for a year, I don’t think he would. As I enter the door, I’m nearly knocked over by a small human who goes by Brittany.
Towards the corner I see Thomas standing there, pale pink skinny jeans, laughing, and eyes twinkling. I’m glad to see him happy, also partially because we finally got his medications right.
“Oh dear lord.” I laugh, prying her off of me.
I walk to our room, putting the box in my nightstand, hiding it near the back. I go back to my family, as we all join together on the couch.
“Brittany you are going with Elizabeth and her daughter Janice, I thought you guys could hangout for the night.”
“But I wanna stay with you guys.” She pouts, and I almost give it, but this needs to happen, I’ve been figuring out what to do for months now and tonight is the night.
“Brittany we will all go out maybe tomorrow, alright? She’s coming at 3:30, Thomas packed you a bag, and I promise you’ll have fun.”
“Fineee.” She whines.
“Thank you Brittany, you’ll have fun, I promise.”
“Okayyy.”
A knock at my door, and I realize it’s 3:20, she’s probably early. Walking over, I open the door, seeing Elizabeth. Her blonde hair in a tight bun, and she’s still in work clothes, I’m lucky enough not to work Saturdays.
“Hey Brittany.” She smiles, Brittany has met her before and adores her, and she only now remembers that.
Brittany runs over, jumping into her arms. Elizabeth is like a mother to her, and sometimes I feel bad that she doesn’t have a mom, but we try our best. It would be nice for her to have a mother, that could teach her how to do her hair and stuff. Thomas likes feminine clothing so we are good there, but he doesn’t wear makeup, or anything. As they leave, I go back with Thomas, who looks at me strangely.
“You haven’t let Brittany out of your sight in the past year what’s the occasion?” He asks, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek.
“Dinner, you and me, 5pm, and you maybe screaming at 9pm.” I flirt, as his eyes go wide.
“Dinner?” He questions excitedly.
“Yes.” I laugh, as he jumps on top of me, hugging me tightly.
“Yay!” He cheers excitedly.
“Sometimes I forgot there is a 5 year difference between us, then moments like this make me realize.”
“Shut up.” Thomas jokes, laying on my chest.
I turn on the TV, handing him the remote, as he changes it to a random movie. I don’t even know what he’s watching.
“Why are you so flirty?” Thomas teases.
First thing you need to understand, we aren’t a grabby couple, we are sometimes very kinky yes, with Thomas sometimes going into subspace. That’s pretty much it, so this is sorta rare for us, just a moment on the couch. See the thing about Thomas and his subspace is that it’s obvious when he’s in it, so I typically hope he goes into it at night, where he usually cuddles up, or he gets me off and then I care for him. Really I don’t mind it, I find it attractive personally, I really was confused at first, but I figured things out, so it really isn’t a pain or anything really.
“Because we are alone and I can be.” I shrug, grabbing my noisy phone out of my pocket.
Tyler: Your needed, we have a patient who was just admitted and you are on-call.
James: Dude I’m a little busy tonight I thought Jane was on-call
Tyler: She isn’t here?
James: I’m not the on-call, and I know for sure, leave me alone.
I shut off my phone, setting it on the table, head in my palms.
“You okay?” Thomas asks, pushing up to look at me.
“Yea I’m okay, just some work stuff.” I fake smile through my teeth, but it’s needed.
“Tyler?” He questions, my response being a simple nod.
“Yea,” I begin to explain, “we had a patient admitted, and our on-call wasn’t there, so they texted me, but I’m not the on-call, that’s why I specifically picked this night to go out for dinner with you.”
“Thank you.” Thomas mumbles, getting up to get a glass of water.
“For what?” I ask, sitting up,
“For dinner, obviously.” He laughs, coming back with two glasses of water.
I down it quickly, not realizing how much I needed it.
“Have you ever thought about getting married? I mean we have Brittany, and I don’t know, just being able to call you my husband would be a great reassurance.” He asks, voice quiet.
“I wouldn’t mind it.”
He has no clue, this is going to be entertaining . He goes back to where he was, laying back on top of me, head at my chest.
“Do you care that I wear girls clothing a lot, and bright colors?” Thomas questions.
“I think it suits you, and you look beautiful.” I mumble, questioning why he’s suddenly worried about his appearance.
Okay I take that back, he’s still recovering from an eating disorder, his appearance is at the front of his mind, but I wonder why he’s questioning what I think about him.
“I’m clingy, and I’m sorry.” He admits.
“Thomas, you aren’t clingy, don’t let the voices tell you who you are, because you aren’t clingy, I don’t mind that you wear girl clothes a lot, hell you look beautiful, and more importantly, I love the relationship we have. I love you, for who you are, I didn’t fall in love with anybody else, I fell in love with you.”
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