you lived on 40 acres of land in a small town in the south with your now husband, Beckett. you both had cattle, horses and chickens, and 2 goats (they’re just fucking there idk why).

Beckett was a very southern man. He loves fishing, hunting, taking care of animals and has great manners. he has a rough yet slow texas drawl, and he always wears faded dark blue jeans and busted up boots. he always had a tan cowboy hat plopped straight on his curly blonde mullet

it was your 5 year anniversary, and you both were working on the ranch. when the sun went down and the air cooled, he said to wait outside he house until he called for you.

you looked puzzled, but complied. you sat on the front porch in a wooden rocking chair, lighting bugs flying over the dewy grass of the pasture where your cows and horses grazed.

10 minutes later, Beckett grabs your hands and pulled your into the house,your cowgirl hat almost falling as your tripped over your own boots. a slow country song playing, he pulled your against him, swaying as he danced with you in the rusty kitchen, the lights dimmed.

“happy anniversary darlin’!” beckett annoucned, smiling like a little boy from under his cowboy hat.