"Ofcourse not my love, how about.... 40? We don't want you to die now, do we?" He said stroking my hair.
"Kezr three is enough, not 40!" I said to which he gasped dramatically and said, "Zella, I want a football team, how is there a football team of 3?"
I glared at him to which he sheepishly smiled at me making me roll my eyes.
"3" I repeated and he rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Okay....How about this? Not yours not mine.. 30"
I looked at him weirdly and said, "you really want me to die?"
He sighed and said, "25?" And I shook my head.
"20" I kept shaking my head.
"0 last, 0 not any less, I came from 50."
"It's me who's popping them out, not you, and when you start popping them out and change male's anatomy let me know, I'll remind you to pop 50" I said challenging him.
"10" he begin arguing again.
"3" I argued back.
"Zella, 10!"
"Kezr, 3!"
"10 for fuck's sake!"
I smacked him and said, "Three and if you said one more word I swear no kisses for the next two hours."
He shushed himself up and immediately looked away.
This man!
2 weeks later: Dress/tuxedo shopping day.
"Too lacey"
"Too revealing"
"Too short"
"Too long"
"Too fat"
"T-"
"Oh, shut up! We have been here for four fucking hours. F-O-U-R Fucking hours!!!!" Aria screamed making me flinch.
"Babe" Maria came beside me and looked at me through the mirror keeping her hand on my shoulder, "You don't look fat, chubby or anything, you look juuuust purfect" I giggled at her words.
"Yeah, trust me, That son of mine is going to faint when he sees you, you look absolutely phenomenal" Layla said.
Their praisings caused tears to emerge into my eyes.
"Th-thank you all" I thanked them sniffling.
Aria came and pressed a kiss to my cheek and said, "So, this one?" And pointed to my dress.
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