Nice, the happy man proposed · Y/n story by @gr4ss

The bedroom door clicked shut behind you, the soft sound swallowed by the quiet hum of the house settling for the night. You'd barely made it two steps before you flopped face-first onto the bed, the familiar scent of David's laundry detergent wrapping around you like a worn-in blanket.

Max

muffled through the wall What?

David

gentle, barely a whisper Hey, buddy. Can I come in for a sec? I've got something to tell you.

You smiled into the pillow, eyelids already heavy. The night air was cool through the cracked window, carrying the distant bark of a neighbor's dog. The bed was warm. David was happy. Max was safe.

Max

yelling directly into your ear HOW 'BOUT THAT!

The bed bounced. The lamp rattled. Somewhere in the kitchen, you heard David's laugh — bright and watery, like he'd been holding it in all night.

Max

grinning, face inches from yours You're gonna be my mom. That's so weird. I'm gonna call you Mom Bitch.