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@cole--pro
I’m about to write a complaint myself.
Seriously. We can co-sign it as The Coles~
I need to go bleach my eye balls. Nothing will undo the psychological damage being done by knowing way more about our best friends than I ever hoped to know.
Seriously. The twisted part is they absolutely get a thrill out of knowing we're scarred.
I’m about to write a complaint myself.
YOU? WRITING A COMPLAINT? OF ALL PEOPLE?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA
I’m about to write a complaint myself.
THAT'S TOO MANY. TOO LONG. I WAS LOST WITHOUT YOU.
You were fine. You’ve been gone just as long.
Wow you surfaced for air
Hand your husband over I miss him
You guys were gone for 700 DAYS
Okay, it definitely wasn't 700 days.
You’re right. It was 800.
Wasn't long enough if you ask me.
Max turning into the live time gossip blog is killing me.
Wow you surfaced for air
Hand your husband over I miss him
You guys were gone for 700 DAYS
Okay, it definitely wasn't 700 days.
You’re right. It was 800.
I think it's about time for a muzzle, don't you @mjfyourself
Wow you surfaced for air
Hand your husband over I miss him
You guys were gone for 700 DAYS
Okay, it definitely wasn't 700 days.
The second he saw her, everything else stopped. The noise, the crowd. Even the music - it all faded. Britt was walking toward him and for a man who’d spent years living under bright lights, this was the first time he felt completely exposed.
Adam felt his throat tighten before he could even stop it. She looked unreal. It wasn’t just because of the dress or the flowers…or the way everyone turned to stare. Of course she was gorgeous and took his breath away. But she was also his. The woman who’d seen him broken and still reached out her hand. The woman who could talk him down or set him on fire with a single look.
When she reached him he laughed under his breath, shaking his head slightly like he still couldn’t believe it was happening. “You look…” He started, his voice catching before he smirked softly. “Beautiful.” Slyly (or so he thought), he quickly wiped at the corner of his eye before the tear could settle.
His hand slipped into hers, and he held it like it was the only thing tethering him to the ground. “I’ve been in front of cameras, I’ve talked in arenas full of people.” He started, eyes locked on hers. “But right now? My hands won’t stop shaking.”
A quiet bit of laughter sounded from the guests, but his focus never broke. “I tried to write this out, I really did. Spent nights staring at blank pages trying to find the right words for something that doesn’t fit neatly into sentences. Because you and me…it’s never been quick to explain.”
He let the silence breathe. The only sound was the breeze when his thumb brushed her hand again. “You’ve seen every version of me. The confident one. The reckless one. The tired one. And you stayed through all of it. You saw something worth holding onto when I couldn’t even see it myself. You make me better, Britt. You make me fight harder, listen more, and believe in something that isn’t tied to a win or a crowd.”
He smiled then. “You’re everything I ever wanted in a partner and more than I ever deserved. You’re strong as hell, stubborn in the best way, and somehow? You still look at me like I’m your safe place. You have no idea what that means to me.”
He took a breath, exhaling slow. “So here’s what I promise you. I promise I’ll keep showing up. I’ll keep choosing you on the good days, the bad ones, and every one in between. I’ll keep fighting for what we have, even when it’s hard. Especially when it’s hard.”
His smile returned, teasing but tender. “I promise to keep making you laugh when you’re mad at me. To steal the covers for our game nights. To always make coffee the way you like it. To take that flight to Pittsburgh of all places. And to never forget how lucky I am to be the one standing here right now.”
He squeezed her hand once, firm. “You’re my best friend. You truly are. My favorite fight, my home. You’re everything I’ll ever need, Britt. And I love you more than I’ll ever be able to put into words.”
His voice softened, the smirk returning for just a second. “So I’m not going to try to make this sound perfect. I know I’m failing at that so I’m just going to say this: I’m yours. Completely. Always have been. Always will be.”
He lifted her hand, pressing his lips to the back of it before looking up at her again, eyes shining. “I love you, Britt. You’ve got me. Forever.”
Finally 💛💛
ooc; I’ve been on a much needed vacation from work but IM HERE 😭
Feels unreal.
GET A ROOM
@cole--pro @brittsburghx
I need therapy. I'm traumatized. I'm never going to be the same again after reading what you two were just talking about.
Traumatized over words? When I walked into the bathroom at my workplace, minding my business…and saw what I did?
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@cole--pro @brittsburghx
You're exactly who I mean. Goddamn. I thought Mariah and I were bad until I read words I'll never be able to scrape out of my brain.
Yeah right. Let’s not bring out our war stories…I don’t think they compare.
GET A ROOM
@cole--pro @brittsburghx
Yeah, we already HAVE ONE.
GET ANOTHER ONE
Already did that.
You can't possibly mean us? The foreplay is still going as we speak underneath my post.
GET A ROOM
@cole--pro @brittsburghx
Yeah, we already HAVE ONE.
Dog dad.
