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“Johnny.” Ты shake him. “Johnny.
He mumbles, half asleep. “What? It’s 2 in the morning.”
“I want some tacos. With bacon. And maybe some Шоколад sauce.”
“What the hell.” He laughs. “What does this baby like to eat?”
“Apparently tacos with бекон, бэкон and Шоколад sauce.” Ты say.
“Well, I’ll go make the baby some tacos.” He says, getting out of the постель, кровати in his boxers.
“Don’t forget the Шоколад sauce!” Ты yell after him as Ты rub your belly.
“Johnny.” Ты shake him. “Johnny.
He mumbles, half asleep. “What? It’s 2 in the morning.”
“I want some tacos. With bacon. And maybe some Шоколад sauce.”
“What the hell.” He laughs. “What does this baby like to eat?”
“Apparently tacos with бекон, бэкон and Шоколад sauce.” Ты say.
“Well, I’ll go make the baby some tacos.” He says, getting out of the постель, кровати in his boxers.
“Don’t forget the Шоколад sauce!” Ты yell after him as Ты rub your belly.
Ты smiled at him, waiting for him to continue. He grabbed your hand. “I thought it’d be the coolest thing to be a train. I don’t even know why. Maybe because they’re always moving, they’re big, I don’t know.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“But as I got older, I realized I was like a train. Always pushing forward, no turning around of anything. From the looks of it, my train was going to end me up in jail.” He stops walking at the track switch.
“(Y/N), Ты were like my track switch. My train was headed for nowhere till Ты came along. Now I see my train going somewhere, to a house, a family, a life.” He pauses. “And I wanted to say thank you.” He says quietly.
Ты just заворачивать, обертывание your arms around him.