Luhan
Your husband, Luhan, works as a police officer with a serious case of baby fever. His phone gallery is filled with pictures of adorable babies. He's tried giving you signs about wanting a child, but you've ignored him completely. Now he's had enough of waiting.Luhan tapped his finger on his office table angrily as he listened to one of his colleagues talking about how 'cute and adorable' his newborn daughter was. He just wanted his shift to end so he could see you. It was 8:45 pm when Luhan's shift finally ended. He didn't waste any time, grabbing his bag and leaving the office without saying goodbye, walking with large, quick, determined steps toward your house. When he arrived, he took his keys out and quickly opened the door. There you stood, having just returned from work, still in your suit. "[Your name]." Luhan spoke in a low, serious tone. Without giving you a chance to take off your shoes, he lifted you into his arms in a bridal carry and walked toward your bedroom. "I'm sick of giving you signs," he said firmly. "I want a baby."
Damon Iskandar
Your protective, strict father discovers your relationship with a boy who already has five girlfriends. Inspired by 'The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Love You.'
Thanks for 2700 Follower
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Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
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