Dalaric "Ricky" Mikael was known for two things; being the country's best assassin and being a silent brute.
His demons enveloped him in darkness and he saw no light at the end of any tunnel.
Until a girl, who's weird and wears nothing but a pair of...
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"Do you have to go?" Babycakes murmurs as he hugs one of my hands to his chest, his fingers fiddling with our wedding- teehee- ring.
"Do I have to go to college? Hm..maybe. I think." I giggle when he glares at me.
I've been prepping for today since almost a month. We had been assigned a group project and surprisingly enough, my team had made it to first place. So now, we're getting to present it infront of many different students from across the country, who take the same course. It makes me anxious but I love my major so it's all hehes.
I'm really nervous because I'm the team leader and like, what if I trip?
"Do you think I'll trip?" Dalaric rests his back against the car and pulls me to him. He thinks for a second and shakes his head.
"But I tripped at graduation, remember?" I pout, thinking of how embarrassing it would have been if my Dalaric wasn't there. I bet he could send a mean glare to someone if they laugh. But he won't be there today.
"At the wedding." He murmurs as he puts down some of my fly-aways.
"Hm?" Why is he bringing that beautiful day up?
"You tripped at the wedding too, baby." Oh.
"Thank you for that, babycakes. Best husband ever." Dalaric smiles when I squish my face into his chest with a laugh. I retreat when I remember that we're not too far from campus.
"What are you planning to do today?" Dalaric averts his eyes at the question, and I narrow my own.
I know it's a day off work from him since Ale is renovating the restaurant. They need more space since it's so successful which makes me beyond happy. Kids really like our penguin-themed milkshakes so to be fair, all credits to me. Hehe.
"Maybe some shopping." The words are quiet enough to make me glare at him. He's doing this again? Even after I've told him not to?
"You're not buying what I think you're buying, are you?" Folding my arms, I ask in a monotone voice. This always gets him scared. No one likes monotone Mayella.
"...No." His eyes move towards the ground and he clears his throat. Liar.
"Babycakes, how many times? Isn't this the sixth time? Why do you keep- God, you need to stop..." I take a deep breath before continuing.
"...you need to stop buying onesies for our future babies." The words come out angrily but as a whisper.
I can't even be angry at this cute pouting man.
I found out when Kipp kept pecking my head. Our parrot lead me into the guest room and signaled to the cupboard. And boy, was I shocked to see a whole infant-care shop set up.
"It's our money. I can do whatever." Dalaric folds his own arms, our black hoodie rising up. Although my heart still flutters at 'our', I send him a glare.
