Summary; Neville contemplates his life and future together with Hannah
Notes; Hahaha I love punching myself in the feels. (:
She curled up in his lap at the beach, it was nearly time to go home, but she begged him to stay just to watch the sun set.
Neville was tired and partially sunburnt, but let her have her wish.
Neville sighed once, and the woman turned to look at him.
"Are you alright Nevs?" she asked him.
"It's nothing," he spoke, smiling a little.
"Are you sure? It looks like there's something on your mind, babe." she spoke.
"I was hoping you'd ask that," the Brit nodded.
"Sure, what did you have in mind?" Hannah said.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
"What's your attitude on marriage… and kids?" he timidly spoke.
"I really have no problems with that, in the future maybe. I mean, we're both busy with WWE, I wouldn't mind waiting a year or two," Hannah spoke positively.
Neville was staring at her, and Hannah smiled a bit.
"I'd love to spend the rest of my life with you, does that sound better?" she joked.
He nodded, "I was just askin', but I'm happy ya feel that way."
Hannah smirked, kissing him softly, though the ring hidden in his shorts pocket was getting heavier every minute.