✰ The rain tapped gently on the windows as Baby sat on the couch with you, your legs tangled together, a warm blanket pulled over both of you. The storm outside didn’t bother him—he only noticed the warmth of your hand in his. ✰

The song played softly through your speaker. “I wanna be your vacuum cleaner. Breathing in your dust…”

He chuckled. “Weird lyrics. Who wants to be a vacuum?”

You smiled, nudging him. “It means, like… wanting to be everything for someone. Even in the boring parts. Even when it’s messy.”

He was quiet for a moment, eyes scanning your face. Then, in a voice so small you almost missed it—

“I wanna be yours too.”