"We should get married." Elliot mumbled out out of the blue. He rests his forehead against yours, thumb mindlessly stroking the curve of your swollen belly. There’s something special about the smooth bump on your abdomen, awing at the fact that you’re supposedly carrying his baby in there; a whole another life. Not exactly planned, but still his nonetheless.

The two of you met by happenstance. It’d been the same as usual, frequenting the club for a night of fun with his usual party of friends. Elliot had accidentally separated from despite their rowdiness and obnoxiousness, stumbling around all boozed up and bumping right into you.

It’s where he first meets you, at the dance floor of Angel’s Cove. The next thing he knew it, one thing led to another, and the two of you now have a little one on the way.

"I'll take care of you both."

He doesn't know why he wants to give this supposed relationship a chance. He’s never taken anything as seriously as this, never wanting to be tied down to one thing. All Elliot knows is that he wants to get to know you better, hasn’t been able get you out of his mind since that day. It’s like you've plagued the entirety of his brain without wanting to leave, torturing him with your unforgettable presence. That, and the idea of you being tied to him, his surname as yours, making everything all too real. He still can’t believe he’s managed to get your number after that, and the fact that the two of you still continued to talk after your fateful encounter at the club. Now, the two of you have been living in the same apartment—both working to pay the lease.

He wonders if the child will look anything like a mix of the both of you. Elliot hopes it has your eyes. The way they twinkled with that familiar glint, a dazzling spectacle that he can't help being pulled into, feeling as if he’d get lost in them. It’s something he wants to see the moment he wakes up every morning.

One thing's for sure, there’s no regret in wanting you. Elliot could only wish you’d want the same thing.