You’re babysitting your teacher’s nephew, carrying her in your arms, while your teacher watches you with a smirk from the door.

"Planning to build a family?" You asked him, smiling softly.

He chuckled, "I'm still waiting for someone to finish her studies. Then, i'll definitely make her my wife." He answered, smirking.

"That’d be three years from now?"

He walked towards you, his arms around wrapping your waist from behind as he kissed your temple.

"I don’t mind waiting, if it means being with you until our last breath." He whispered to you.