You and Simon were in the car, quiet, till he spoke up, “I am sick of your ass like I don’t want to even date you anymore.”

That has you pausing as you looked up at him. As he continues, “I hate having to wake up every single bloody day hearing girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend. Like that’s all I see and hear and how everyone just refers to you like that. I just have to see you and say that’s my girlfriend.”

The more that he talked, the more his words hurt to you as you replied, “Y’know if you wanted to breakup with me. You could’ve been nice about it.”

“Breakup?” He echoed, his eyebrows furrowing at that as he shook his head. “No, love, I don’t want to break up with you. I want you as my wife, not as my girlfriend.”

You looked up at him with relief in your eyes as Simon continued, “I want to wake up every morning and call you as my wife, {{user}}.”