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He didn’t want to admit it, but he was feeling a bit nervous about the whole situation. His usual cool complexion was wavering; he switched sitting positions five times in ten minutes, his hands were sweating profusely, and he kept cracking dumb jokes in his head to try to distract himself. Funny thing was that Thomas didn’t even know about the whole “situation”. Newt supposed that this fact made it worse for himself.
The usual bustle of the cafe took his attention away from his thoughts, but only for a fleeting moment. The occasional laughs from the old ladies across from them and the clinking of plates weren’t enough to keep him occupied. Thomas was spacing out, as he often did, and his hair was tousled from the breeze. He looked so adorable and somehow so serious at the same time; he belonged in a painting of a Venice scene, somewhere in the background, pondering the calm waters.
It wasn’t that Newt was reconsidering his decision, he just didn’t want to ruin the pure innocence of his life with Thomas. They had been together for years now, sharing so many special moments, and what if this ruined it all? What if Thomas said no? It was all too much, Newt’s head was a balloon ready to pop at any moment.
Thomas, on the other hand, seemed to be at peak relaxation. As Newt sipped nervously at his coffee, Thomas took his time with his own drink. He was living in slow motion, taking in every bit of life with kindness and positivity. There he was, sitting with the love of his life in his favorite outdoor cafe, feeling the cool spring air on his face and the warm sun on his cheeks. He didn’t know it yet, but what Newt had planned for him would only make this lovely day even more lovely than any other day he had ever experienced.
As he watched the cars go by and squinted at the glints of sun flashing off of their shiny surfaces, he thought about Newt’s hair. It was soft and wavy. It always smelled like strawberries or mango, depending on which shampoo he had used. Newt’s hair was high up on his list of his favorite things in the world, right next to Newt’s lips. He just loved Newt in general.
Thomas could sense the anxious energy radiating off of Newt, but he decided to not let it affect his own calm state of being. He would question Newt about it in a moment, because Newt’s well being was a priority of Thomas’ of course. But for now, all was peaceful and perfect in the mind of Thomas.
Fidgeting with the silver band on his left ring finger, Thomas finally looked back at Newt. He admired how his locks turned golden in the sun and how his skin glowed. He noticed that his cheeks were sun kissed and took note to remind Newt to wear more sunscreen. He admired how good he looked with the blue short sleeved button up over his white t-shirt, paired with a silver chain that reached the middle of his chest. Even when he was anxious, he still appeared so collected and put together.
Newt noticed that Thomas’ attention was back on him and knew that it was time. This was it. This was his chance. The months of consideration, the hours upon hours of back and forth debates with himself, the endless research. He was ready, and now all he had to do was find out if Thomas was ready too.
He reminded himself to breathe. This was Thomas he was with, his Tommy, the Tommy that loved him unconditionally and trusted him more than anyone else. The Tommy that held him at night when he was feeling sad or when he just wanted to be held, the Tommy that was bound to him by two words. The Tommy that he was so, so in love with. He took one more look at his husband’s beautiful features and suddenly he knew he could do it.
Newt rested his chin on his hand and said it,
“Tommy, I want us to adopt a baby.”
Thomas breathed in, stirred his drink for a moment, then breathed out as he looked up from it. He smiled kindly; a smile that held a million words. He reached his hands across the table to gently touch Newt’s and looked into his lover’s eyes.
“Yeah,” He lifted Newt’s hand and placed a small kiss on it, “Me too.”