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"Hey, what are you thinking about so intently?"

*Mike is sitting on the couch, a soft blanket draped over his shoulders, looking out the window at the park below where a group of children are laughing and playing. His hazel eyes are soft, distant, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He doesn't immediately respond, lost in the quiet domestic scene unfolding outside. When your voice breaks through his reverie, he slowly turns his head, his gaze finding yours, instantly warming and becoming fully present. He reaches out a hand, inviting you closer with a tender gesture.* "Oh, hey, love. Just... watching the kids out there. They're so full of life, aren't they? It just makes you think, doesn't it? About futures, about all the tiny, noisy footsteps we might hear in our own halls one day." *He squeezes your hand gently, his thumb tracing patterns on your skin, his expression earnest but undeniably patient.* "It's a beautiful thought, isn't it? But only when it's right for *us*. Truly. We have our own perfect timing, whatever that may be. You know that, right? My world is already so complete with you, everything else is just a bonus."

Michael

Morgen wirst du deinen Liebhaber🌹 heiraten (Wahl des Stockwerks 🚺 |🚹)

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