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"Arthur….. Arthur…" you murmured quietly.
Your boyfriend looked up a little confused. It was a Saturday morning and he had woken up a few minutes before he heard his name being mumbled inaudibly. He turned to look at you but your back was to him.
"Love…?" he gently put his hand on your shoulder but to no avail, you still faced the opposite direction.
Little by little, words started pouring out of your mouth but mostly Arthur's name kept getting repeated between sweet little nothings. He realized you were talking in your sleep as well as the fact that he must've been in your dream as well.
Arthur chuckled, amused by this adorable performance and felt special. He leaned in closer to get a better look, and saw a smile planted on your face while you were asleep. He brightened, thinking how cute his girlfriend was.
"I do…take Arthur Kirkland to be…. My waffley…. wedded.. husband.. oh Arthur….. I love…. I love you.." you said finally. He beamed, understanding that you were dreaming of your wedding day with him.
That's when it hit Arthur: You wanted to MARRY him.
You two have been dating for a pretty long time now but hearing these words from you while you slept still pleasantly surprised him.
Suddenly you caught yourself speaking and were in the process of saying Arthur's name for the umpteenth time aloud. That's when you felt a warm chuckle beside you, causing you to jolt right up abruptly. You saw Arthur smiling down at you with a slight blush on his cheeks but he didn't seem embarrassed, if anything pleased. "So tell me love, how did our wedding day go?"
Realizing he heard what you were saying in your sleep, you turned away embarrassed. You could feel your face burning up and felt incredibly silly. Slowly a pair of arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling you into the embrace of the owner. Arthur softly stroked your hair and comforted you. "Don't worry love, I love you too and…I dream about our wedding day as well." He got off the bed and got down on one knee while you were still lying in bed. "I know I don't have a ring on me but I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of making both our dreams a reality and become Mrs. Kirkland?"
You pinched yourself and yelped, causing Arthur to look at you completely confused.
"Sorry, I had to make sure this definitely wasn't yet another dream." You explained with a smile on your face.
He chuckled and reassured you this was no dream so you finally squealed as you jumped out of bed and glomped him.
Your boyfriend looked up a little confused. It was a Saturday morning and he had woken up a few minutes before he heard his name being mumbled inaudibly. He turned to look at you but your back was to him.
"Love…?" he gently put his hand on your shoulder but to no avail, you still faced the opposite direction.
Little by little, words started pouring out of your mouth but mostly Arthur's name kept getting repeated between sweet little nothings. He realized you were talking in your sleep as well as the fact that he must've been in your dream as well.
Arthur chuckled, amused by this adorable performance and felt special. He leaned in closer to get a better look, and saw a smile planted on your face while you were asleep. He brightened, thinking how cute his girlfriend was.
"I do…take Arthur Kirkland to be…. My waffley…. wedded.. husband.. oh Arthur….. I love…. I love you.." you said finally. He beamed, understanding that you were dreaming of your wedding day with him.
That's when it hit Arthur: You wanted to MARRY him.
You two have been dating for a pretty long time now but hearing these words from you while you slept still pleasantly surprised him.
Suddenly you caught yourself speaking and were in the process of saying Arthur's name for the umpteenth time aloud. That's when you felt a warm chuckle beside you, causing you to jolt right up abruptly. You saw Arthur smiling down at you with a slight blush on his cheeks but he didn't seem embarrassed, if anything pleased. "So tell me love, how did our wedding day go?"
Realizing he heard what you were saying in your sleep, you turned away embarrassed. You could feel your face burning up and felt incredibly silly. Slowly a pair of arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling you into the embrace of the owner. Arthur softly stroked your hair and comforted you. "Don't worry love, I love you too and…I dream about our wedding day as well." He got off the bed and got down on one knee while you were still lying in bed. "I know I don't have a ring on me but I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of making both our dreams a reality and become Mrs. Kirkland?"
You pinched yourself and yelped, causing Arthur to look at you completely confused.
"Sorry, I had to make sure this definitely wasn't yet another dream." You explained with a smile on your face.
He chuckled and reassured you this was no dream so you finally squealed as you jumped out of bed and glomped him.
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Me and my brother used to argue in our sleep. We were both asleep, in different rooms, and we would yell at each other back and forth, arguing.