I was sitting on the edge of the couch flipping through the TV. Jean was in cupboards rummaging for snacks. I've been wanting to talk to him about something all day but I can't seem to find the right time. "Oi Marco, do we still have chips?" I stopped on the news channel, clicked mute, and put down the remote. "No Sasha ate them all yesterday. I'll go get some more tomorrow." He shook his head. "that fatass" he said. I chucked then I put my left arm up my right sleeve and rubbed nervously. "H-hey Jean?" "Hah?" He sat down on the couch and snuggled his head into my shoulder. "W-well...we've been together for a while...were both adults and we are practically married..." He shifted a little and he sat up to look at me. "Yeah...heh...spit it out Marco." "Jean...will you adopt a child with me?" His eyes widened and he buried his face in his hands. "Jean-Jean what's wrong?" Oh no what if he wasn't ready yet I'm such a idiot. He looked up with tears running down his face. "Y-you'd actually want to raise a human being with a fool like me?" "Of course Jean, I love you." His face grew red. Oh wow is he flustered? He's so adorable oh I can't take it. I leaned in quickly and kissed him. Then I pecked at his neck a little and looked him in the eyes. "I can't think of anyone else I'd want to do this with." Jean wiped his tears and smiled. He kissed my forehead and snuggled close to me. "Thank you so much Marco." "Don't act like its a privilege, meeting you and staring a life with you was meant to be. We were made for each other." He squirmed a little and I felt his cheeks get warm against my chest.