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Summary: hi, i loved just you!! i was wondering if you could write more about conrad and the reader being so in love that never stops. like maybe flash forward to out of college to when he proposes, then their wedding day when he cries seeing her walk down the isle? and then when they have their first child and name her after susannah 🥺 sorry if that’s super detailed
Authors Note: This is the fluffiest thing ever but I hope you love it, it was so fun to write thank you so much for your request <3
“Hello darling!”
You jump a little at the words, tilting your head back against the couch to see Conrad, “I didn’t even hear you come home!”
He grins and leans down to kiss you, your lips upside down against his, “I like the element of surprise.”
You hum in agreement and turn your head back to the task at hand.
“What are you doing?” He asks, throwing his keys down onto the dish on the fireplace before turning back to you and the mess in front of you.
“I’m trying to be organised,” You grimace a little, “But I keep getting distracted.”
“Oh my god!” Conrad laughs, sitting down on the couch beside you, “Where did you find all of these?”
He looks down at the coffee table full of photos littered in piles yet to be formed, one’s passing the decade that you’d been together.
“We look so young,” He chuckles at a photo of one of your first dates when you were only 16, the two of you grinning at the disposable camera.
“I don’t think I look any different,” You joke, brushing your finger over the youthful faces.
Conrad scoffs, “We aged well, I’d say.”
“Oh absolutely we did,” You lean your head into his shoulder, reaching forward to grab another photo, “Look at this one.”
“Wow, god, I remember this day,” Conrad beams at the photo, “It was the day we moved out of college.”
—— 5 Years Ago ——
“Alright, you’ve cleared the kitchen, I’ve done the bathroom, bedroom is done…” Conrad looks around at the space checking for anything that you’ve missed, “I think we’re good.”
It was today that the two of you would be moving out of college. For the past three years you’d been here in Stanford together after Conrad transferred and it had been a dream. You’d lived separately on campus at first and then for the last two years lived in an apartment just a short walk away, a bit of solitude for the two of you. He went to his classes and you went to yours, you came back for lunch together or met on campus and then sat in the library together when you weren’t in class. He brought you coffee when you needed to study for finals and you bought him cheeseburgers when he had his to study for. You cooked on weekdays and he cooked on weekends when he had more time to cook something fancy. You worked a job on campus and he worked a few evenings. It worked. Everything had felt like bliss for the past few years.
You weren’t ready to say goodbye.
“Okay, what’s going on?” Conrad frowns at you, setting down the box in his hands to walk over to where you were sat down on the empty mattress.
“This just feels so weird,” You mumble, glancing around at the empty shelves where your photo frames used to stand.
Conrad nods, “Yeah, yeah it does feel weird. Good weird.”
You swallow the lump in your throat, “Do you think?”
Your eyes are filling with tears and you’re fighting what you can to keep them back.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Conrad crouches down in front of you and places one hand on your leg, the other cupping the side of your face, “Don’t get upset, honey.”
“It’s just,” You let out a shaky breath, “I’m not ready to leave all of this.”
“Okay, we’re graduating, we’re moving, things are going to change. But that’s not a bad thing. God, we’ve got our whole lives ahead of us. Isn’t that exciting?” He smiles at you brightly, “We’ve been waiting for this since we first started college. Just you and me.”
You smile down and him and press your hand against his on your cheek, wrapping your fingers around his, “Doesn’t it scare you?”
He nods his head, “Of course. I’m terrified. But in the best way.”
You laugh a little and he brushes his thumb under your eyes before any tears have fallen.
“Now, I was going to wait before I told you,” He leans back a little and reaches into his pocket, “But I think this seems like the right time.”
You frown a little as you watch him, your heart fluttering.
“So, you know how we’d decided on living with your parents for a while until we figured out where to go next…” He takes a deep breath, “Well, you can tell them they don’t need to worry.”
“Wh-“ You let out a breath, “What do you mean?”
“Someone might’ve told me something about a little house in Cousins being free now that Jeremiah’s moving out…” He brings his hand in front of you and a distinct key lays in his palm.
“The beach house?” You exclaim, eyes wide.
“Jere’s moving closer to Belly for now until she graduates and then they think they’ll settle in Boston and come to Cousins for the summer, like we used to. So…”
“The house is yours?” You finish for him, words almost escaping you.
“It’s ours,” Conrad confirms, his face brightening.
“Oh my god!” You squeal, your hands flying to grip his shoulders, “You got us a house! You got us the beach house!”
Conrad chuckles, “Yeah, I did!”
You wrap your arms around him tightly and bury your face against his neck, breathing in the scent that would always be home to you. The two of you stand up together and he spins you around in the small space you had between boxes, before lowering you down and pressing the key into your palm.
“We might just have to set up the spare bedrooms for summer, I think we’ll have some regular visitors,” He shrugs, his arms around your waist.
You giggle, “That’s perfect, it’s all...”
“The start of the rest of our lives, darling.”
——Present Day——
“That’s when this place was officially ours,” You point out, the photo in your hands showing the two of you grinning with the key in your hand.
“Yeah, it was a long time coming,” Conrad chuckles, his fingertips trailing up and down your arm.
“I was so scared to graduate college, and now look at us,” You shake your head, “I had nothing to worry about.”
“There’s still time,” Conrad jokes and you jab him in the side.
“Oh my god! Look at this one!” You beam, “The fourth of July.”
“Yeah there was something important about the 4th that year…” Conrad smirks, taunting you.
“Yeah what could that be?” You roll your eyes.
He moves his fingers down to the thin silver chain around your neck where a single ring hung down like a pendant near your heart.
“God, I loved that day.”
—— 4 Years Ago ——
“Jere how many fireworks does one house need?” You look down at the boxes he’s carrying into the house, “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Oh, come on, it’s the fourth,” Jeremiah grins, glancing at his brother, “I’ve got reason to celebrate.”
“I tried telling him it was too many,” Belly laughs as she walks in behind him, carrying a couple of bags of groceries.
“Oh you’re a lifesaver!” You smile, taking one of the bags from him, “I can’t believe I forgot so much.”
“It’s the stress of hosting,” Belly jokes, “But I’ve got you covered, I think this is everything.”
“I hope so,” You nod, “I just need to figure out how to make everything like Susannah would do.”
This was your first fourth of July hosting in this house - the first since the house had officially been yours and Conrad’s home. It would just be the six of you, the three couples - you and Con, Jere and Belly, and Steven and Taylor.
“She’d be impressed either way,” Belly squeezes your shoulder, “I’ll go help Jere set up outside.”
“Thank you,” You smile and see Conrad coming in through the door behind her.
“Hello darling,” He presses a kiss to your temple, “Tell me what you need me to do.”
“No, no, I’ve got it here,” You encourage, “Maybe you could just set up Steven and Taylor’s room?”
“It’s going to be perfect,” He reassures you, squeezing your hand, “It’ll be a Fourth of July to never forget!” He yells back to you as he disappears upstairs.
You giggle and turn back to finishing up the plates of food you were preparing for the evening.
To say you were nervous was an understatement. There was always a sort of magic to having the fourth here, and you wanted to replicate it for them all even without Susannah here - especially now the house was yours.
—
When evening falls over the house, you’ve relaxed away from the fear of hosting. The food went down well, everyone was impressed, and the magic of the fourth that you were used to had managed to remain.
You were now all outside waiting to watch the fireworks start over the water.
“Hey, um, do you want to come with me a second?” Conrad asks you, standing up from his seat and outstretching a hand.
“Wh- don’t you want to watch the fireworks?” You frown a little at him.
“We won’t miss them, I promise,” He smiles down at you, “Come on.”
You take his hand and hear the faint whispering of Taylor and Belly behind you as Conrad leads you across the grass and down towards the wooden dock.
“What are we doing Con?” You ask as he squeezes your hand a little tighter.
“I just thought we could have a minute, just us,” He comments but you can sense something slightly off about his demeanour, something that wasn’t completely Conrad.
“Are you going to throw me in the water?” You narrow your eyes at him, “Because I-“
“I just-“ He stops himself, “Sorry.”
“What’s going on Con?” You laugh a little at him, “You’re scaring me now.”
“I don’t know how to start this,” He lets out a shaky breath, “Um…” He presses a hand to his chest.
“Con,” You place your hand over his, “Its me.”
He visibly settles, relaxing against your touch.
“I don’t know where to-“ He stops himself, “I love you (y/n).”
You feel it then. The feeling people described. Knowing what was about to come and yet not ready to prepare for it.
“And I love our life together, and I love the person I am because of you and-“ He lets himself laugh gently, “God, I just… I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you and so-“
“Oh my god,” You mumble as you watch him pull a small velvet box from his pocket, lowering down onto one knee.
He looks up at you and takes a deep breath, “(y/n) (y/l/n) will you make me the happiest man in the world an-“
“Yes!” You exclaim your hands flying to your face as tears pool in your eyes.
Conrad grins wildly and rises up onto his feet, wrapping one arm around you as the other hand reaches for yours to slot the delicate ring onto your finger.
He cups a hand to your cheek and presses a deep kiss to your lips, both of you laughing over spilling tears.
Before you can find the words, the fireworks start around you and the sky lights up into a shower of gold fireworks over the both of you.
“You didn’t let me say it,” Conrad says in your ear over the exploding sound.
“I couldn’t wait,” You laugh in return, holding him tightly against you.
“Will you marry me (y/n)?” He pulls back far enough from you to speak, eyes flicking between yours.
“Yes I will Conrad Fisher,” You beam and he grins brighter than ever before, wrapping his arms around your waist and spinning you around.
Steven and Jere cheer loudly from down by the water and Taylor and Belly scream in unison from the house, all of them applauding you for the inevitable perfection of this moment - more fireworks releasing into the air to make it even more picturesque.
And in that moment, you’re sure you’ll never feel more content.
This was it. This was everything.
—— Present Day ——
He laughs and wraps his arms tighter around you, “I like looking at all of these, what else do we have?”
“Well, this whole album is full of wedding photos,” You stretch over to pick up the detailed cream photo album, “This is the one Laurel bought us.”
It was a wedding present from the woman that was like a second Mom to both of you. She told you the memories would be more important than anything else about your day and told you to make the most of all of it being captured. It was a cream leather decorated in lace patterns with a thin bow across the front, another sheer ribbon tying the two covers together.
“Come on,” He takes the album from you and shifts on the couch so that his back is against the armrest.
You move so that you’re sat between his legs with your back against his chest and he moves his arms around either side of you to look at the album. Before he opens it, his hand comes up beside yours and locks your fingers together, both of your wedding rings settling next to each other like they were made to fit.
He opens the cover and the memories come flooding back once again, every piece of your perfect day.
—— 3 Years Ago ——
“Oh my god I’m so nervous I think I’m going to be sick,” You breathe out, pressing a hand to your chest to try to relieve the pressure there.
“Girl, you have nothing to be worried about,” Taylor encourages, fixing a few strands of your hair.
“Has anyone heard from Con? Is he okay? Is he here?” You ask frantically, checking your appearance in the mirror once again.
“That boy has been head over heels in love with you since you were sixteen, of course he’s here, and he’s probably as nervous as you are,” Belly encourages, her bridesmaids dress matching to Taylor’s in a sage green.
“But, if it helps, Steven just texted me to confirm,” Taylor comments, showing you her phone.
“God, I don’t even know why I’m nervous,” You shake your head, “It’s Conrad.”
“And (Y/n) Fisher has a nice ring to it,” Belly grins, “Are you ready to do this?”
You turn around and nod your head, breathing deeply as you look over your appearance in the mirror once more. You’d opted for a simple dress, fitted at the top with thin straps, flowing loose around your legs and poking at the floor in a small train. It was the only dress you’d looked at and seen yourself in.
The girls walk down first, ahead of you. And then you - walking down the aisle alongside your father.
He links his arm with yours and you hold on tightly as the doors open and you both step through.
So many people and all you can focus on is him.
The music starts and you start to walk, at the exact moment that Conrad turns around.
His suit is perfected from top to bottom, crisp white shirt against his black tuxedo. His hands are behind his back and you watch him squeezing them together to alleviate his nerves. But as his eyes fall on you, cool blue orbs calming yours, everything else just disappears.
You watch as his bottom lip trembles a little and he breaks into a small smile, a tear slipping down his cheek. You shake your head a little at him, the thought slipping into your mind that he promised you he wouldn’t cry, knowing him crying was only going to set you off.
Soon enough, you reach the end of the aisle and your father kisses your cheek quickly, reaching over to shake Conrad’s hand.
And then it’s just you and him. And the seventy people all watching you. But they didn’t matter. It was just him.
“Hi,” He mumbles, reaching down to hold your hand as your fingers lace with his.
“Hi,” You return, looking into his eyes for the home they always brought, “I’m so nervous,” You whisper.
“Hey, it’s me,” He responds, an echo of your own words from only a year before.
“It’s us,” You whisper once more, squeezing his hand before the two of you turn your attention to the ceremony about to begin, your ceremony.
—— Present Day ——
“I love this one,” Conrad points out a photo of the two of you, one from the evening of the wedding where his arm is around you and you’re laughing at something someone behind the camera had said, and all he can do is look at you - focus on you.
Before you can respond, the sound of crackling starts on the monitor before faint whinging breaks through the speaker.
“She’s up!” You smile, “Give me a sec-“
“No, I’ve got her,” Conrad squeezes your shoulders and pushes himself to stand up, letting you lean back against the arm of the sofa.
He disappears upstairs and you hear the bedroom door creak open followed by his bright voice at the sight in front of him.
You set down the wedding album and pull up a pile of more recent photos, all ones from the last eighteen months - the craziest and most content eighteen months of your life so far.
“Should we go and see Mummy?” Conrad’s voice speaks softly as he comes down the stairs, “She’s downstairs, yeah.”
As he steps back into the lounge, the small body on his hip wriggles down from his grip and runs over to you.
“Look who’s awake!” You grin as your daughter hurries over to the side of the couch.
You reach over and lift her up to sit on your lap, her teddy bear still tucked under her arm.
“Did you have a good nap?” You ask her and she nods tiredly.
“Daddy’s home,” Her little voice mumbles, fatigue still lacing her tone.
“Yeah, he came home early today,” You smile and Conrad walks around to take up his place on the couch once again.
Him against the arm rest, you against his chest and your daughter in front of you.
“Do you want to look through some photos with us?” Conrad raises his brows at her excitedly and she nods back at him again, her bear tugged tightly to her chest.
“I think you’re in these ones,” You mention and her eyes brighten widely.
Conrad picks up one of the photos and shows her, “Well look who it is!”
—— 1 Year Ago ——
“She’s perfect, darling,” Conrad beams down at the tiny face in front of him, held tightly in your arms and wrapped in a small pink blanket.
“She’s ours,” You whisper in return, leaning against his chest from where he was perched on the edge of your hospital bed.
“I don’t know how you did that,” He laughs quietly, both of you refusing to speak too loudly to disturb the miniature pair of ears.
“I don’t either,” You joke, and he wraps one arm around your shoulders, one of his fingers brushing over her fragile hands.
Before you can say anything else, the door opens and two familiar faces come through. Belly and Jere.
“Hey…” Jeremiah hisses, “They said we were okay to come in.”
“Yeah, come in man,” Conrad grins, standing up to greet them, “It’s so good to see you guys.”
The brothers both grasp each other in a hug that echoes every ounce of pride they shared before Conrad greets Belly with a warm hug too.
“We brought you some presents,” Belly comments, setting down a powder pink gift bag onto the bedside table.
“Thanks guys,” Conrad smiles, taking up his place next to you again.
“So, have you thought of a name for this little one yet?” Jeremiah asks, smiling brightly at both of you.
You exchange a glance with Conrad before nodding at him as if in encouragement for him to say.
“Yeah, actually,” He takes a deep breath, looking down at his daughter, “This is Darcie Susannah Fisher.”
Belly gasps, “Oh, it’s perfect.”
“Darcie Susannah,” Jeremiah repeats, tears building in his eyes, “I… Mom would be so proud.”
Conrad leans down to take the bundle of pink from your arms, holding her cautiously in his grip before turning to his brother, “Well, Uncle Jeremiah, do you want to hold your niece?”
—— Present Day ——
“Who’s that Darcie?” Conrad points at a photo from when she’d first come home, laying with the same teddy bear that she still refused to ever let out of her sight.
“Me!” She exclaims, tapping excitedly at the small face on the photo.
“It is you,” You chuckle in return, “And here’s you with uncle Jeremiah when we took you to the beach.”
She claps at the sight of Jeremiah on the page, who has self proclaimed himself as the favourite uncle.
“Do you want a snack Darcie?” You ask her calmly, holding her in your arms to focus her short attention on you.
Your daughter nods back, her small smile making her look like the spitting image of her father. He always told you that she reminded him of you, but she was almost exactly like her father in your eyes. To everyone else, she was an exact mix of the two - an addition to the two that were meant to find each other.
“I’ll get it,” Conrad assures you, stepping back up from the couch.
“Oh isn’t Daddy good?” You grin at Darcie, tickling under her arms as she laughs under your touch, her giggle echoing in your ears.
Conrad stops in his tracks, looking down at the sight in front of him. His tiny version of perfection in a vast world. You, him, his daughter. This house. This family. This home. This everything. He’s sure he’ll never be happier, but still so sure that this happiness will never fade. This was everything and it always would be.
“Daddy!” Darcie exclaims, making grabby hands towards him.
“What are you doing?” You laugh a little at his frozen state, the way he seems so stopped in his tracks.
“I’m…” He chuckles, “I love you.”
Conrad leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, taking Darcie from your arms and hitching her onto his hip, chattering away to her as the two disappear into the kitchen.
You grin, standing up from the couch with a photo of the three of you in your hands. You rummage through the drawers to find a spare photo frame and slip the photo into place, fixing the clasps around the back before setting the photo frame onto a free place on the fireplace.
Conrad and Darcie come back in, with a small bowl of popcorn for her and a bigger one for you and him.
“What are you doing?” He asks you, setting Darcie down onto her playmat.
You turn around and smile at him, “I love you too.”
