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dylan m. barbour · 25 · san diego professional jokester · hannah godwin holds my heart {not the real dylan, friends}

[mamihannah]

hannahgodwin: that feeling when you propose to your fiance and he says yes which also means he’s going to be putting up with you forever. 

tagged: @dadbarbour

[mamihannah]

the one with the redo.

[dadbarbour]

mamihannah·:

Each passing second felt more elongated than the last as Hannah waited for Dylan to walk through the door. Maybe it was too risky, maybe he would think she was insane, but in the times like this one, it was all Hannah could do to return the favour with what limited time and resources were at her disposal. Each second her heart pounded at a throttling rate, her palms covered in sweat from the anticipation of what he was going to think. When he finally walked through the door, it was an immediate switch, her smile curled at her lips, her hands laid gently on her thighs as she was quickly reminded in flashbacks of all their moments they shared together, the inconceivable thought of it bringing a brigade of tears to surface on her face without saying a word. “Come here, dingus, I have something very important to show you.” Beside the bedside table there laid a lighter, as if at the ready to light the house up. Gingerly bringing herself back to her feet, she grabbed the blue lighter and began with a heavy inhale. “I remember when we had our first kiss, I had a sinus infection and you asked me if it was contagious and you grabbed my face and full on kissed the life out of me like you didn’t care if you would catch it even if it wasn’t contagious. I was so caught off guard that I didn’t realize what just happened but I knew I had wanted to kiss you again, because you knocked the breath out of me and then laughed and said ‘I think you’re safe’.” Lighting the first candle in the walk way, she took one step forward, at the ready to light another one up. “When we had our first one on one date and I told you I had my heart broken that I never thought I could find someone who would love me for me and you took my hand and we danced to ‘Kiss Me by Sixpence and you held me in your arms for what felt like seconds after that when it was really three hours. We talked forever and that was when I knew I was falling in love with you.” Again she lit the closest candle, taking one more step toward her fiance, until she stood face to face to him, ring still clutched in her opposing hand. Kneeling in front of him at his feet, Hannah closed her eyes, tears now trickling down her face, a stream still on her cheek as the tears plummeted to the floor. “You make me happier than I ever thought I would be. I’ve imagined my life with you, and I can never see my future going without you being with me. In all my life I never thought I’d be falling in love with my best friend. Dylan, you proposed to me in a unique and special way that I’ll never forget it. But I think it might be better to level the playing field and show you just how much I need you in my life for now and forever. I want to grow old with you and raise our small family together and I want everything that comes our way. Dylan Barbour, will you marry me?”

Dylan felt as though he were at a standstill, unable to move forward. Every words falling from Hannahs mouth perked up his ears. It was rare that the male couldn’t find the words to say, but he found himself utterly speechless. Eyeing every candle she began to light in her path to him, it took all of his strength to not pull her closer to him. Being careful not to jolt her with her sickness and iv in mind, he waited patiently until she asked him the same question he had to her all those months ago. “Hannah Godwin, you are so crazy.” He said with a smile plastered on his face. Cupping her cheeks into his hands, he wiped both of her cheeks with his thumbs, his own cheeks beginning to hurt from smiling so hard. “I don’t love you because you were my only choice, I love you because you were my choice alone, and I wanted to get down on one knee since the day I met you. That hasn’t changed. You really know how to make quarantine romantic, don’t you?” He asked with a raised brow. “There is nobody else in the entire world that I’m more confident in saying I do to. Yes, I’ll marry you, Hannah Godwin. And I’ll become Mr. Godwin and we’ll have tiny Godwins and nothing will make me happier than saying yes.” Nodding her way, he pressed his lips to her own and ran one of his hands from her cheek to her shoulder, pulling her in closer to her. Embracing her gently, he broke the connection of the kiss to their lips and gave her one on her forehead. “I never knew you were such a hopeless romantic. I mean you told me you were, but if this was your idea for a proposal alone, I’m in for a ride, aren’t I.”

[mamihannah]

the one with the redo.

[dadbarbour]

mamihannah·:

This was not how Hannah had imagined her idea to go. With what little thought she’d steeped in for so long was now coming to fruition, only with the absence of practice and now thriving off of spontaneity. The past few days in isolated solitary confinement was dragging on, with her sickness almost mocking at her at any short amount of time that it ceased momentarily in hopes that it was over. Everywhere she went, her IV scooter followed behind her, making her resemble a frail and invalid patient in hospice care. It drained her, to say the least. Though the nagging nausea was a constant reminder of what journey her and Dylan were about to embark, she wasn’t about to give up quite yet on her plans to surprise her fiance. Their first engagement was a television ratings boost, although the girl would treasure those memories on the islands of Mexico beach forever, that wasn’t how she’d pictured it, at least before her backroaded path to find the love of her life. While Dylan was conveniently showering up, Hannah made quick of her time as she gathered all of her essentials to her plan and began. Each step from the bathroom to the bedroom the couple shared contained pictures of the two together, some of Hannah’s most beloved moments with him, until it reached the opening of the door. Flooding the bedroom floor with unlit candles – leaving a small vacancy for her to stand in an open heart-shaped middle – the girl poled the sticky-note she had written with the words “Come find me and see what this life is all about. x Hannah” on the bathroom door before quickly finding her place in the abyss of the candle-filled bedroom. Kneeled to the ground on both her knees, she gently tore her engagement ring off of her finger, holding it in her palm as if her live depended on it.

@dadbarbour

Everyday Dylan had become more concerned with Hannah, seeing as it was the only thing on his mind beside with the quarantine hitting everything all at once. But to say he didn’t enjoy any extra time to be spent with Hannah alone would be an understatement. Taking care of her the only way he knew how was his single contribution to the grand scheme of all she was sacrificing to bring their baby into the world. Dylan had never believed in love at first sight, not until he’d met Hannah face to face on Mexico beach, it being the only second their eyes met that he made a decision that he was going to marry that girl, someway some how. Their engagement wasn’t anything traditional, with every camera angle catching their every move and the distant waves of the beach crashing onto the shore it left little to no room for error. Dylan hadn’t expected the way to propose to her being caught with a few other thousand onlookers to be apart of it, but it was the way it was in the name of the game. They had gone from barely knowing each other to engaged to dating, now expecting a baby and making everything move backwards in the “normal” standard of it all. Finishing up his shower, Dylan wrapped a towel around his middle, shaking his wet hair before brushing through it and getting changed. Once he was finished he opened the door, finding a tiny note taped to the back of the bathroom door. A small smile came on his lips as he obliged and followed himself into the couple’s bedroom, his mouth immediately gaped open seeing Hannah along with an amount of candles that he couldn’t even fathom were placed around every open corner of the room. “Baby, what are you doing?” He choked out, meeting her gaze with shock apparent on his face as he dodged each candle to meet in the middle where she kneeled.

[dadbarbour]

text message 💌 mr. lover boy 💕

hannah: it did, for like a whole minute. then the acid reflux hit and it was game over.

hannah: they really could, i believe. well, the pretty part i guess you can leave out, dingus. but the hair is non negotiable.

dylan: I'm still sorry you don't feel good, munchkin. I can only imagine what baby is thinking. Its not their fault that they're making you so sick.

dylan: I'll do whatever you want. A romcom movie marathon sounds like a good pick me up. And yes I'll play with your hair because its soft and lucious.

[dadbarbour]

text message 💌 mr. lover boy 💕

hannah: i hate to be that whiny fiancee who can't stay away from you for two seconds but i really don't feel good and think your cuddles could cure all the ailments in the world :(

hannah: run your fingers through my hair and tell me i'm pretty.

dylan: So.... I’m guessing my Ginger Ale concoction didn’t sit too well? Damn, with your faith in me I could cure this virus with just my cuddles alone.

dylan: I already do that all the time. But I’ll keep reminding you for the rest of our lives, okay?

[dadbarbour]

text message 💌 mr. lover boy 💕

hannah: i’m definitely for sure they know who you are. could pick daddy out of a line up anywhere 💞 and you call me emotional, dingus.

hannah: well, you are my baby daddy. you’re supposed to say i glow even when it’s sweat from being sick 😷 you’re just so nice. maybe i should rock this look more often to go fishing for compliments from you, hm? just kidding.

dylan: That sounds like I might be going to jail in the near future. I never said I wasn’t going to be, dangus.

dylan: I’ll say you’re glowing all the time, because you’re beautiful. And I’ll wipe every bead of sweat off of your face, I promise. I could keep going, don’t tempt me, Godwin.

[dadbarbour]

text message 💌 mr. lover boy 💕

hannah: i know, i love it. it’s like once they knew you were here they instantly relaxed and honestly you do the same thing to me. you keep me calm.

hannah: i know it, i just wanted to look a little more pregnant and not sickly. not yet. i don’t know what to look for. i don’t want to think it’s movement and then end up like gas or me fixing to get sick again. sometimes i feel bubbles, like a rumbling but not like a certain kick yet. you’ll probably feel it before i do at this point.

dylan: That makes me feel better, now they can recognize when I’m near. I trust my best, I can’t imagine a life without you. This is one of those days where I’m glad to have you no matter what 💙

dylan: I don’t think you look sickly. You’re doing the best you can. Cut yourself some slack. You look beautiful, as always. Especially in sweats and no makeup. I don’t care how cliche that sounds

[dadbarbour]

text message 💌 mr. lover boy 💕

hannah: hm, it must be my lucky day, because ever since you laid down on me i haven’t really felt bad. i trust it’s little one sensing your presence and knowing that “oh yeah well since daddy’s here maybe i can give mom a break” so thank you. please continue.

hannah: i still don’t think i’ve popped yet. i’m like sixteen weeks and some change and nothing. i feel like i’m losing weight at this point 😂

dylan: My poor baby, I’ve been talking to baby all day, I think they’re okay now, they might be sleeping so if anything my voice put them to sleep.

dylan: I think its cute. Once you do it’ll be small and little but, just right. The doctor said baby was okay, we have to make sure you keep your IV changed out and refilled every so often. Have you felt anything yet?

[dadbarbour]

text message 💌 mr. lover boy 💕

hannah: who said i had to be stuck with you? it’s you i feel sorry for. you’ve had to help with my iv and make sure i don’t puke all over the floor. you’re the real mvp.

dylan: well I technically caused the puking so I felt like it was my duty to at least help make you feel better the best I can. I could rub your back, hold your hair and lay in your lap for forever and a day, if we could

dylan: And right now we can, because lockdown

[dadbarbour]

text message 💌 mr. lover boy 💕

hannah: i know you’re laying right next to me but i just want to let you know that i love you.

dylan: I love you too, dork. don’t get too emotional on me you’re going to be stuck w me for a while.

[mamihannah]

hannahgodwin: so, cool story. when i finally got the courage to tell dylan that he was going to be a daddy we were on a hike and i had been puking in pretty much every bush on the way up the trail, so he obviously knew something was up. this is him attempting to make me feel better by also carrying me all the way back down because he didn’t want me getting sicker. also yes, this was two days before we were quarantined and he still hasn’t taken his eyes off me since. i did have to visit the hospital because of my sickness and now i look like even more like a freak with this iv bag hanging off my arm. but its all in good precaution that baby is perfectly fine. i can’t wait to have a family with you, dyl. this little one is going to be hearing dad jokes and be wiping its cheeks from the amount of kisses they’re already getting from outside the womb. he’s taken such good care of me, and i’m so thankful for that, that i can only imagine how great of a dad he’s going to be when they get here. i love you, dingus. also pass me the trash can and nobody gets hurt :)

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