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@natenotnathaniel
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beforetheprologue:
We need another dog though, Nate. For…protection. Atticus is old and Uma is tiny. What if someone tries to steal our stuff?
We’ve literally never had an issue with burglars the entire time we’ve lived here. Your dad wasn’t going to buy you an apartment in a bad neighborhood. And speaking of apartments, three dogs is too many for a place this small. The answer is no.
Hello, gorgeous boy.
Someone's in a good mood. Hello, yourself, handsome.
Do you want to build a snowman?
In your dreams, loser.
Blaine shakes his head, turning onto his back and opening his arms. “Don’t be quiet. Come to bed. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“I just feel... off, I guess.” Nate settles into Blaine’s arms. “I wish I knew what was wrong with me.” There’s a tremor in his voice. “I’m scared, baby. It’s one thing to get rid of something that hurts, but not like this. I feel like I’m...” Fading, he thinks. Nate sighs against Blaine’s chest. Maybe talking wasn’t the best idea.
“Hard to sleep with you shuffling around trying to be quiet, babe. What’s wrong? Come to bed.”
Nate felt like he was eight years old again. “I'm sorry.” He stopped his pacing. “I’ll be quiet.”
“I thought you were sleeping.”
Well your resolution obviously wasn’t to stop swearing so much. Don’t be mean. It’s not their fault you’re cranky without your nicotine.
I'm always cranky. Inhaling water vapor isn't really going to change that.
I keep getting fuckin' asked what my New Year's resolution is at work whenever I'm on break. Like, are you trying to start shit? No, my goddamn resolution isn't to stop smoking, you fuck.
Where's that stupid ass e-cigarette Blaine got me for Christmas?
Do we have to start calling each other 'hubby' now? I'm not too fond of the name, to be completely honest. It feels weird on my tongue. I texted your friend Wes asking about nicknames and he suggested 'Daddy'. Thoughts?
Wes is literally the last person you should go to for nicknames. Not that I'd... necessarily oppose that one, but I think we can stick to the usual, babe.
August 22nd
i. ii. iii.
So, how are those prewedding jitters coming along? I’d ask if you two are sure you don’t want to go run off and elope, but I think our parents would kill you both. Then again, all you’d have to do is remind them there’s still two more weddings they have to sit through, they might left you off easy.
I’ve been feeling like I’ve had to throw up for the past four days, what do you think, Sammy?
I'm getting married tomorrow. At least, I think so. I might have fucked that up.
So. Uh. I’m getting married soon. Like…really soon. Like in less than a month soon? I won’t lie, just about every day I think about it and get butterflies…and a little anxious too. But in a good way.
Is that what it is? Butterflies? Because I feel like I'm going to throw up. All the time. We have less than a week, Blaine. Holy fucking shit.