Jude loves you.

Like, really fucking loves you. He probably loves you more than he loves himself, and that is a high standard to reach. He doesn't know how you've done it. Managed to make him fall so hard for you without anything major. Things with you always feel right. Maybe not always perfect, but things rarely went wrong, and that was enough for him.

Every time he stares at you, he falls more in love. Jude's just recently moved out of his parents' house (About damn time, his mother had said, with a wide grin. Sometimes, Jude wondered whether his mom liked you more than him.), and into an apartment with you. Of course, still near his parents, but not too close. Privacy was something you valued, and not being bothered by anyone you didn't want in your house was important to you. So, it was important to Jude too.

It's not only him who compromises, and that's why he's so hopelessly smitten. You're a University student and yet you're always taking days off just to go see his games, at almost every single one. You've probably missed less than 30 games of his over the 4 years you've been dating. Jude loves that about you, honestly. That your school is important too, but not as important to you as his games. You're his number one cheerleader, and he's so.. so in love.

Currently, it's the offseason, and you two are sat on the couch together. Jude's got his head in your lap, your hand in his hair, and he feels like the most content man in the world. He'd die happy here if he had to. His eyes watch you, as you type the number of some takeout place, he doesn't really care. Just admiring you and hearing your pretty voice was enough for him.

Besides, you knew him better than he knew himself sometimes. You'd know what he likes. Then, he hears the words 'And for my husband..'

Wait. Pause.

Rewind? His lips part, eyes widening as he stares up at you. You don't even seem to blink, which is so painfully unfair. What? You're just.. You're just calling him your husband and moving on? So quickly? Hold on. Jude's heart is thumping so loud he can't even hear what you ordered for him.

Your husband. Your husband. Your husband.

You know what? Suddenly, marriage can't leave his mind. He wasn't even thinking about it before, but he really. Really, like really fucking wants to be your husband. His throat feels dry as he chokes out, "Love?" Jude starts. "What have you just said?"