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8:30 a.m
Ronan opened his eyes to a sight he really should have gotten used to already.
Adam was softly snoring next to him, his soft breaths caressing the skin in his shoulder, Adam’s hands resting peacefully on Ronan’s soft stomach skin.
Holy fuck.
Holy fucking fuck. It had not been a dream.
Yesterday had really happened.
Ronan was engaged. Adam Parrish was his fiancé.
His heart was threatening to come out of his chest as he put one soft ha against Adam’s chest and kissed the skin right above his collarbones, in between his freckled shoulder and his neck.
If he could somehow talk with himself from the past, almost six years ago, he would simply show him this moment, this reality that he was living.
His younger self would fucking die right there on the spot.
Not only Adam Parrish kisses you once, he wants to keep kissing you forever, not only Adam Parrish comes back from Harvard the first time, he will always come back to you, wherever it is you are, not only Adam Parrish will say yes to being your boyfriend, he will ask you to marry him.
Ronan smiled softly, imagining how weird and fucking unbelievable this whole situation would sound to seventeen year old Ronan, who had only known hurt, who had thought he would always be alone, not even contemplating the possibility of Adam wanting something with him, not even short term.
“What’s so funny?” A sleepy, soft and heavily accented voice said, a strong arm wrapping itself around Ronan’s abdomen, a leg intertwining itself with his own two.
Ronan’s hand came up to softly push his fingers through Adam’s sandy hair, all while never being able to stop smiling.
“I was thinking about how much seventeen year old me would freak out if he saw where we are now” Ronan easily gave in. “Oh God” He laughed softly. “He would have fucking passed away”.
He felt Adam’s soft, dry lips against the skin on his neck before his whole vision is covered by Adam’s soft and beautiful features, his eyes looking into his fiancé’s by instinct.
“Fifteen year old Adam didn’t even think dating boys was a thing he would like to do, I think I would be the one dying” Adam’s laugh rumbled beautifully against their naked chests.
“Yeah like I was your bisexual awakening or something” Ronan murmured, moving his neck to kiss Adam’s forehead, but he found just air, and when he opened his eyes he found a very incredulous Adam looking at him.
“You literally were”. Adam says seriously, “like, honestly, I was so confused as to why the fuck I also liked boys, and also, I was going fucking nuts with how much I wanted to be with you but I didn’t ay anything because I wanted to have everything sorted out when I did. You deserved that.” Ronan could feel himself blush and smile slowly but surely.
“I fucking adore you”, he said it like a joke, but his eyes were wet with unshed tears.
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9:12 a.m
“I need to shower” Ronan whispered, soft lips against Adam’s skin.
Adam put his hand on top of Ronan’s and smiled.
“Then go shower, I’ll make coffee” He softly put Ronan’s fingers against his lips and kissed the finger where the cold, gold ring rested. “I can’t believe we’re getting married”.
That affirmation would have made Ronan lose his shit a year ago, his mind instantly spiraling into all of the things he could have done but never did, and how Adam really did deserve better than him.
But now, looking at the pure adoration and trust in his fiancé’s eyes, he couldn’t care less about past Ronans and won battles with self esteem.
He was here, he was fine, he was in love and so fucking happy he felt like he could die.
“Feels like I dream”.
“I promise it’s not”.
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9:35 a.m
Ronan got dressed quickly, enticed by the delicious smell of coffee coming from downstairs, and he all but ran towards the kitchen, just when Adam was setting two mugs on the table.
“Lynch”. Adam murmured.
“What?” Ronan answered from the door, walking towards the chair and sitting, looking at Adam.
Adam looked mortified.
“Oh my god”. He whispered and moved his chair so that, instead of in front or Ronan, he would be by his side. “This is not how I wanted this conversation to start”.
Now Ronan is scared.
“It’s not bad” Adam doesn’t even miss a second on clarifying that while taking Ronan’s ring hand in his, the other finding place on Ronan’s cheek. Adam’s eyes are fixed on Ronan’s while his thumb brushes past Ronan’s bottom and top lip. “So fucking handsome” Adam murmurs and kisses Ronan softly.
“Okay” Adam braces himself and starts talking. “I want to take your last name”, he bites his bottom lip nervously. “And before you ask, yes, I’m sure, more sure than anything” He smiles a small smile and continues.
Ronan thinks his head is going to explode, along with his heart.
“I have no connection whatsoever with my last name, the only thing it does is remind me of my dad and a life that should have never been considered a life in the first place” he smiles a little.
Ronan seems to come back to reality slowly as if getting out of the water after being submerged for a large amount of time.
His voice trembles when he looks into Adam’s eyes and asks.
“You wanna be a Lynch?”.
Adam smiles and nods slowly.
“I would love to, if you don’t mind”.
Rona can’t help as some tears fall down his cheeks.
Because Adam Lynch is the best sounding thing he has ever heard.