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COVEY'S POV:

Conrad steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself. Coco Puff. I focus on putting on my mascara, thankful our gym session is over and he invited me to lunch somewhere. This whole 'wholesome couple' thing is gonna be something to get used to, that's for sure. I mean, we are what we are because of dino chicken nuggets. Literally.

He dries himself off and I see him look at me briefly through the mirror, but then he shakes his head to himself and pulls on a pair of boxer briefs and black jeans. I turn around, his jeans still unbuttoned and unzipped, and bite my lip. Stop, Covey. No.

Walking over to me, Conrad offers a smile and says, "You look beautiful."

"Your fly is down," I point out, shutting my eyes in brevity.

"Your hair is so fucking gorgeous, baby," he mutters, ignoring me and not bothering to fix his pants. He grabs my face in his hands and I flutter my eyes back open. "And you look so fuckin' sexy in that little white dress, and the freckles on your nose are just so damn cute."

"Enough with the flattery already, what do you want?"

"If I told you to fuck me right now, would you do it?" he asks in a challenge.

"No, Coco. You told me not to," I whisper, pressing my lips in a tight line. "Please zip up your pants or I will be naughty."

"No you won't or else I will punish you." What if I want the punishment? "And you won't like it."

"What is the punishment?" I ask out of curiosity. And almost shyly I say, "I'd let you spank me, we've gone over this before."

"No." He grits his teeth together and hisses, clenching his jaw. "No. I won't buy you dino chicken nuggets for a week." 

I gasp, holding him closer to me. "Oh." Oh. "I'll be good then."

He lets go of my chin but our lips find each other anyways, his hands reaching down to button the black denim which is hanging low on his hips. I let his tongue delve into my mouth, the different corners and places he's grown familiar with being sought out. And pushing me further back, I end up seated on the vanity of the bathroom sink with Conrad wedged in between my legs. He's got me all jittery now.

I moan against his mouth and trace my hands everywhere and anywhere I can, from his abs to his chest to his muscular and veiny arms. "Conrad," I whisper, pulling away. "You're gonna make me wet."

"Am I now?" he whispers back, a smirk on his face. "And how so?"

I blush, shaking my head. "Not like that, mister. I meant your hair. It's dripping wet and it's gonna get me soaked." Looking down at my dress, I point to the water droplet spots. "See, look at what you did."

"I've done worse, that's nothing," he says with a shrug, leaning down to kiss me again.

In between kisses, I mumble, "Go put on a shirt and let me get ready."

And finally pulling away, Conrad says, "Look at my Covey being all responsible and shit. I told you we'd work on that together." And walking out of the bathroom he mutters, "I think you'd make a perfect fucking mother."

Does he want kids that bad?
Is it too soon?
What if we did have them?

Wait, now he's got me considering it...

******

"I don't understand why we have to drive an hour to go out to lunch," I say, sinking in my seat a little. 

"Relax, Cove, we're here now," Conrad says, pulling into the parking lot of a shopping center. "And you know why we have to go out of town."

"But an hour out of town?" I ask, reiterating my main point.

"Yes, an hour from the college. I'm serious about this, about us, and I don't want to lose it," he argues, shaking his head. "An hour is worth a lifetime. Think about that."

So I do.
And I ask; "Why don't I just drop the class or transfer universities?"

"What? No, no, no. You can't do that," he says, turning off the car. "No, you need it for credits to get your degree and stuff—to follow your dreams. Plus, I want you in my class."

"You have to pick your battles, Coco." I let out a sigh. "What happens when we're done with this semester? We'll still be in the same university and people will get skeptical..."

"We'll tackle that when we get there," he sighs, turning his head to look at me. "Let's just have lunch right now."

"Okie dokie," I say, leaning over the center console to give him a quick kiss. "Love you."

He pulls me in longer, his hand resting on my waist. "I love you too, kid."

Poking the dimple on his cheek and pulling away, I laugh, "When you say that to our kids, I'll have to get used to being the adult around here."

"One day," he says, "But I wouldn't mind starting a family soon either."

And I blink. And then gulp. And look away with wide eyes because he really wasn't kidding. "You're gonna give me a heart attack if you keep hinting at wanting kids right now."

"I want kids with you. I don't care when they come or how they happen, and who the fuck cares if it's only been two months. I want them with you," he says, getting out of the car. And before shutting the door, he adds, "As long as you're okay with it, I'm ready."

"Okay," I whisper, pulling my lip in between my teeth. So he's ready.

But he doesn't say anything to that and instead shuts his door to open mine. And I'm too impatient, so I open the passenger door myself, causing him to glare at me. "You didn't wait for me to open it for you."

I quirk my chin to the side, shaking my head. "You can't just say something like that and then walk away. This is important. Like, are you really ready to become a dad?" Am I ready to be a mom?

He clenches his jaw and his glare narrows even more than before. "First of all, I was walking to you. And just because I don't like my father doesn't mean I can't become a better one," he grumbles, looking away.

I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear and say, "Not just your dad—I don't even know him, so I can't be the judge of that story. But as far as my dad goes, he was an abusive, functioning alcoholic who I probably forgave and trusted too much. I haven't had the best example when it comes to men who are supposed to take care of me. So I have to know you won't lose your temper and corner our kids in the closet with a belt in your hands because they disobeyed you—"

"Covey, baby," he whispers, dropping his hard stare and looking between my eyes frantically. "No, I would never ever lay a hand on them like that. I spank you because you let me and it's for our own arousal. I would never do that to our kids." And bending down to kiss my lips, he adds, "And I'm so fucking sorry you had to go through that shit, you didn't deserve any of it. I will never ever be like that to you or our kids."

"Okay," I whisper, rocking back and forth on my heels.

He pulls away from me with a sigh. "I respect you, mi amore. And I respect the imaginary kids we have already. But apparently our parents forgot what the term respect was."

"Yeah," I say, thinking about my dad. What if—

"Covey, listen to me," Conrad says with plead in his voice, pacing back and forth a little. "My father is a dangerous man—indeed, very dangerous—and he told me I wouldn't make it through life if I chose not to join him in his illicit business." He stops to look at me with a proud look on his face. "But guess what? I made it through high school without him, I went to college on a basketball scholarship without him, I graduated and got my degree without him. And I learned how to file taxes without him, I learned how to drive without him, I left home when I was fourteen and I still turned out better than he did."

I go to open my mouth but no words come out.

"And I got invested in stocks, bought not only a house but a whole real-estate building. And I bought a Mustang and a Harley and a beach house, and I found me a perfect fucking woman to marry and carry my kids one day. I did that all without him because he was never there. But I will be there, for you and our family, every step of the way. I promise I will be a better father than mine could be, should've been, or ever was."

Okay, I'm crying now.

Conrad stares at me for a long time, wiping the tears falling down my cheeks, and then says, "I can't guarantee a lot of things, but I can fucking promise that, my love."

"I love you so much, Coco Puff." I shake my head with no words, just my hazel eyes and small and grateful smile. "I hope you know how much I do. I want to spend—"

"The rest of my life with you," he finishes. "Me too, kid, so why don't we just get married?" Okay and now I've officially died.

"Do you really want to marry me?" I ask, a small blush on my cheeks. "Me? As in Covey-Miss-Weirdo-Jensen?"

Smiling, he nods his head in a boyish way with a happy grin. "I do."

"Save that for our wedding day," I remind him, smirking a little. "Okay, mi amore?"

"Ti—the fuck—amo," he mutters, wrapping an arm around my waist as he steals a kiss and walks towards the restaurant. "Come on, let's go feed your food baby."

"Rex loves you too," I laugh, patting my belly.

"Not when my cock is rearranging your guts he doesn't," Conrad says with a smirk. "But you do." Him and his dirty mouth. 

"You need help."

"I have my help right here," he says, squeezing my waist. 

******
AUTHOR'S NOTE:

OMG IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE IDK IDK WHAT HAPPENED.
At least it's here <3
Also, enjoy the small hints of their pasts :):

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