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As you were getting ready for bed, you could hear him singing from the bathroom, just like he usually did. When the shower turns off, you settle in on your side of the bed, going through your nightly routine of scrolling through social media.
”I heard you singing,” you call out to him, smiling as he steps out of the misty room, using a fluffy towel to dry off his ever-growing hair. It was getting really long, you think, but it honestly just made him look even more attractive.
”Bathrooms always have the best acoustics,” Ben replies, laughing a bit. He steps back into the bathroom in search of something, shuffling through the cabinet, but pauses after a moment. When he peeks back through the door into the bedroom, he asks very hesitantly, “Did you like it?”
You’re taken back a bit by his question; you knew that he always put down his singing abilities despite how much you tell him that he’s wrong, so him seeming like he genuinely wanted you to validate this for him made you really sad.
“Of course I did, you know that I love it when you sing,” you say as you see him start to smile. “Although, I’m not the biggest fan of Little Shop of Horrors so-”
“Be quiet, that show is a masterpiece and you know it!” A comfortable silence falls upon you both, Ben continues finishing his nightly routine and you steadily get more tired. When he finally crawls into bed beside you, you snuggle up next to him and look at him with expecting eyes.
”What?” he asks, and when you don’t say anything, he continues, “Am I missing something?”
”You know that you’re a good singer, right?”
”Wha- no- really, I’m not,” he sputters. You roll your eyes as he continues, “I’m serious! I’m not that good, you think if I was a good singer that I’d be doing comedy? I know what I’m good at and I stuck to that.”
“Well, I’m serious too! I love hearing you sing, and not just because it’s you; if you were bad, you’d know it by now.” He scoffs, taking a moment to roll his own eyes. “But, look, all I’m saying is that you really do have a voice, and you should know that. I’m sure that if you ever wanted to do sing professionally or something, you could do it.” Ben sighs, clearly wanting to object again, but he stays silent, instead opting to smile and accept your compliments.
”Do you think that you could sing a little a bit more, just for me?” You ask, looking up at him with innocent eyes.
"Ah, the puppy dog eyes, you can't get me!" Ben chuckles and looks away, setting his glasses on the bedside table. He looks down at you for a moment before rolling his eyes and sighing, running a hand through his hair. “Do you really want me to?”
You nod into his shoulder and lift up your head to kiss his cheek, “Of course I do.”
As he starts to sing, you can just hear the smile in his voice and it warms your heart. After only a few lines, you find it hard to keep your eyes open and succumb to how tired you are. Ben must hear your breathing slow as he starts to sing quieter and quieter into a soft whisper. He stops and kisses your forehead, turning off the small lamp on the table and adjusting to put his arm around you.
Just before you drift off to sleep, you feel him give a comforting squeeze to your shoulder and whisper, “I love you.” You feel your entire body get hot, filled with warmth and happiness and love. You smile to yourself and snuggle closer to him, whispering back, “I love you too.” You don’t get a response, but you know that he knows how much you love him, so you let yourself drift off to sleep, so incredibly happy to be sleeping next to the greatest boyfriend in the world.