Disclaimer: I do not own anything dealing with WWE or any song lyrics that is used as a muse. I also do not own the rights to any products or persons mentioned in the story as well.
Warning: Adult themes as well as Slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).
We'll Conspire as We Dream by the Fire
Morrison sat on the couch in front of the fire as he enjoyed his cup of hot chocolate, thinking about his life thus far. He enjoyed not wrestling for the WWE. He loved his life just being with the man he loved. He wrestled when he got a chance and trained with Dave with his MMA. He was proud of the older man for going after his new dream. He liked doing Brazilian Jujitsu with Dave. He just liked having the older man above him.
"There you are," Dave said as he came into the living room. He shivered a bit and sat down.
Morrison scooted closer to him to warm his boyfriend up. "You're so cold."
"Hey, I had to cut the wood up," Dave said.
"But we have plenty."
"You know me."
Morrison nodded. He kissed the older man. "Do you want some hot chocolate?"
"That would be nice, but I can get it."
"Let me do it." Morrison got up and went straight to the kitchen. He pulled out a mug and went about making the warm delicious drink for his boyfriend. He soon came back out and handed Dave the mug.
The older man took a sip. "So good. I love your hot chocolate."
"Thank you." John sat back down and cuddled beside his boyfriend. His mind began to wander from parties to past relationships to weddings and having his own baby. He sat up straight at that thought.
"What's wrong?" Dave asked.
John shook his head. "Nothing."
"John."
"It's nothing." Morrison got up and walked to the room. He sat on the bed and thought about why he wanted to have kids. Dave and he have been together for awhile, but they've never talked of marriage nor of having little ones of their own. He thought of Adam's baby as well as Cena's, Alex's, and Drew's. He began to rub his stomach and smile for a bit.
"Johnny baby, come here, please!" Dave called.
Morrison got up and went back to the living room. He smiled at what his boyfriend did for him. He had set up pillows and blankets in front of the fire.
Dave lounged in front of the fireplace and looked up at Morrison. He patted a space near him. Morrison nodded and went to Dave's side. The older man ran his hands up and down John's chest and abs.
"What's wrong and don't lie to me," Dave said.
Morrison stared at him. "I was thinking about some things."
"Okay?"
"Like getting married and having kids."
Dave looked at Morrison, who stared up at the ceiling.
"Do you want to get married, John?" Dave asked.
"It just popped into my head so don't worry about it," he replied.
"John, talk to me."
He moved his eyes to Dave. "One day and I want to have your kids."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I want to have a little boy first so he can protect his sisters from any kind of danger."
"Tell me more."
"I would like to have a large wedding with all our friends and family. I think I'll look great in a dress."
Dave smiled. "You do."
Morrison chuckled. "I love our place, but I want something with a large backyard so we can put up a play set and a tree-house."
"I would build both of them, I suppose."
"That would be nice."
Dave pulled Morrison closer to him. "What else?"
"I want to give you as many beautiful babies as possible."
"As possible?"
Morrison nodded.
"What if I wanted five?"
"I would try and give them to you."
Dave stared down at him. He leaned down and kissed the younger man. "I was going to wait, but..." He sat up, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small black box.
Morrison sat up as well and stared at the box.
Dave opened it and took the ring out. "You have been my world for a very long time. I regret that I had to hurt you so I could get to know more of you, but I wouldn't have changed anything. When you let me love you and care for you, I was ecstatic. I promised myself that I would do anything and everything for you. John Randall Hennigan, will you do me the honor of being my husband?"
John slowly nodded as a smile formed. Dave slipped the ring on. Morrison stared at the ring before moving his chocolate eyes to his now fiancé's face. He threw his arms around Dave's neck and hugged him.
"God, I love you," John said.
"I love you too, baby." He kissed John. "Tell me more about our kids."
John smiled and said, "Lay."
Dave did so and John laid his head on Dave's chest. The older man massaged his young fiancé's lower back.
"We would have a little boy. He would have my hair, your strong nose and chin, our brown eyes, and your beautiful skin color. I was thinking we call him 'Bastien' or 'Gaston' or whatever name you like."
"Bastien sounds nice. Bastien Bautista...Sebastien Bautista. How about Sebastien Gregory Bautista?"
John smiled. "I like that."
They lay there talking about their future well into the night.