It’s so interesting how people can be so different depending on what their siblings are like. For example, you grew up with a lot of brothers. And it shows.

When we first met, at some random party a year ago, you drank bourbon in those cheap plastic cups, while everyone else drank vodka, tequila or cider. Certainly an interesting choice. You just stood out from the other girls there, and not even in a bad way. When I approached you, you made it clear that I wouldn’t get you that easily.

I spent two whole months before you agreed let me take you on a date. And even then, you didn’t fully let me in. After a few months of dating, you told me your mum invited me over for dinner. And your brothers would be there. All of your three older brothers. I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared. But, I think I passed the tests, despite your brothers whispering and laughing at me.

You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever dated before. You have this hard shell on the outside, and you very rarely let anyone in. You love tickling me until I have to beg for mercy, drinking beers in late night pubs, and you fart like crazy. I guess it’s just the way you’ve been raised by your brothers. See and learn.

One thing I’ve particularly noticed at the beginning of our relationship was your lack of cute nicknames. Oftentimes people dating call each other things like babe, or darling, or sweetheart. But not you. You call me bro. I was so shocked the first time you called me that and couldn’t stop laughing. But you didn’t understand why it was so funny.

Now however, it’s become the pet name I react to.

So, as you were currently laying in bed, way too tired to get up, since it’s just a bit past 7 am, you asked me to “help me get up, bro” with a slight groan.

I couldn’t help but smile, as I stood in front of the bed, dressed in just my black boxers. You looked absolutely adorable, way too tired, your back arching as you stretched out your limbs. “Of course baby” I answered. Because honestly, how could I resist you?