A/n: This is a gift fic for my awesome friend, ImaginaryFlower! She is almost too awesome for words! She likes DellxMiku, I like DellxMiku, so I figured why not? Hope you all enjoy!
White Chocolate
Dell liked white chocolate for many reasons
It was sweet.
Good to have with strawberries.
Fantasic in iced coffee.
An energy boost.
Most of all, it remided of his girlfriend and soon to be wife, Miku.
To think, he once hated the sweet.
Dell remembers the first time he saw Miku.
It was preschool when he spotted the adorable pigtailed girl.
She was eating a white chocolate bar like it was a normal thing.
He fell for her instantly.
He decided to pluck up some courage and go talk to her.
Miku was not a shy girl and they became fast friends.
But, still he cringed at the smell of white chocolate.
Over the years, there were many failed attempts to get Dell to like the horrid chocolate.
Miku went so far as to shove it down his throat.
In middle school, Miku confessed her love through song.
What was that song called?
Oh yeah, World is Mine
Miku always was a princess.
A clever one at that.
Dell remembered their first kiss.
In a musty basement
It was during a game of Truth or Dare.
Those bratty Kagamine twins dared them to kiss.
Dell remembers how Miku's cheeks turned an an adorable shade of pink.
That's when Miku tackled him and practially ate his face off.
In that moment, all Dell could taste was white chocolate.
It was for sure, not the most romantic kiss.
But, it was memorable and slightly disgusting.
After that, they became a couple.
Dell picked up a nasty habit.
Smoking.
Miku hated it.
They had a huge fight over it and broke up.
He got together with Neru.
Also known as his stalker.
She was the complete opposite of Miku
Dark chocolate.
Dell hated dark chocolate more than he hated white chocolate.
But, he realized he didn't hate white chocolate.
He loved it.
He needed to get Miku back.
He quit smoking and headed to Miku's house.
In the pouring rain.
Dell literally got on his knees and begged Miku to take him back.
She tackled him yet again.
Now, they had a three year old daughter named Mei.
She was the spitting of her mother.
She was a diva too.
Mei throws fits if she doesn't have her white chocolate.
Like mother, like daughter.
Dell wouldn't have it any other way.