faith
- who cooks: obviously grace because wyatt barely even knows how to fucking cook an egg
- who does the laundry and other chores: grace does the laundry nd cleans nd stuff but wyatt takes out the garbage nd mows the lawn nd stuff
- how many children do they have: if they’ll FINALLY get kids i think they’ll go for three definitely not more than that
- who’s more dominate: definitely wyatt
- favorite nonsexual activity: well….. they just like to stay in bed and cuddle and talk or go to the movies??? or they watch movies at home
- their favorite place to be together: their apartment!!!!!
- any traditions: nope?? i think??
- their “song”: all of me by john freakin legend
- what they do for each other on holidays: they always buy each other really cute presents <33
- where did they go for their honeymoon: omfg wyatt would probably take her to some really fancy hotel
- where did they first meet: at a party!!!!
- any pets: no but wyatt really wants a dog :(
- what do they fight over: they barely fight but when they do it’s horrible like they only fight about the fact that they cheat on each other?? that’s the only thing they fight about tbh
- do they go on vacations, if so where: UHHH yes but not very often but like they just go to the other side of the country and chill in miami yassss because perfect weather
Wyatt furrowed his eyebrows, fixating his eyes on the tiny brunette standing in front of him. “What are you talking about?” He blurred out, not understanding where this was coming from. Everything between them had been going pretty well so this came out of the blue. Clenching his jaw, he took a few steps closer to the girl and hooked his arms around her petite waist. “I’m not gonna leave you alone. You’ll be stuck with me forever, whether you like it or not.” He then finally replied, a cheeky smile forming upon his lips, exposing his teeth. Leaning in, he pecked her lips real quick, hoping he made her feel a bit better about whatever was bothering her so much.
A humorless chuckle rolled over his lips. He shook his head and bit down his lip shortly, his eyes locked on the floor as he was still pointing the gun at his unfaithful girlfriend. “You still dare to ask me why?!” He screamed out all of a sudden, having this icy look in his eyes as soon as his gaze trailed off to her. He started walking, taking big steps toward the petite girl as he pressed the gun against her temple. “I fucking believed you when you lied straight to my face. I fucking believed you when you told me you stayed at Emma’s for a few days.” He started off, his voice not sounding calmer than before. In fact, he sounded even more furious and hateful. He felt nothing but hatred towards Grace. He was so done with her. However, another part of him still loved her but he couldn’t deal with her any longer. He was faithful for over a month now, he didn’t even think about cheating anymore, he even bought a ring for this girl. He was actually planning on asking her to marry him. He was such a fool. Finding out what actually happened that week, hit him like a brick. His mind was driving him insane and he didn’t know what to do. Breaking up with Grace was not an option, meaning she’d be free and that also meant she was allowed to fuck anyone, something he didn’t want. He didn’t want to give her freedom. He also didn’t want her to go to someone else. He wanted wanted this girl all to himself but she also had to understand that he wasn’t something she could play with. So he came up with this. “You made me feel bad for a fucking week about cheating. And during that week you decide to get laid with someone else, Grace? No, fuck that. Fuck you, I fucking hate you!” He screamed, in the meantime stuffing his left and empty hand into the pocket of his jeans, tossing this tiny box across the room. He then looked around, a smug grin forming upon his lips. “We were supposed to stay together for ever, right? This…this apartment, we were supposed to move out and find another, bigger house, right? So our kids could play in the backyard and shit.” He murmured as he turned around, throwing the gun from his right hand to his left hand and vice versa, he was kind of playing with the gun as he looked around in the living room, especially at these pictures of them hanging on the wall. Properly holding the gun in his hand again, he pointed it at the pictures and started shooting at them. All. Then, all of a sudden, he turned to Grace and narrowed his eyes. “RIGHT?! Wasn’t that what you fucking wanted? Answer me!” He shouted at her, hoping she’d say something or at least nod. But nothing happened. Wyatt clenched his jaw, pointing his gun at her again, his finger tightening around the trigger. “If I can’t have you, no one can.”
