You had a habit of confusing your girlfriend, saying random things that just randomly came to mind.

Like right now, she was staring at you incredulously after you confessed that you had a crush on her.

“Babe, what the fuck?”

The brunette questioned, shifting beneath the sheets of her bed.

“We’ve literally been dating for a year, I sure as shit hope you have a ‘crush’ on me.”

Deena scoffed, gesturing towards the kitten padding around on the bed.

“We literally have a kid and shit.”