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"You know what? I had my doubts, but this is actually pretty nice."
"What do you mean? All of my ideas are nice."
It was around seven at night, and me and my boyfriend of a little over two years were currently sitting in a bathtub with enough bubbles the flood the place. He sat across from me, and took a sip from his glass of wine. I set mine down and sighed, looking at him, "How did I ever end up with someone like you?"
He looked to me, "Are you saying that in a good way or a bad way?"
I chuckled as he set his glass on the floor by the bath, "A good way. Promise."
He scooped up a handful of bubbles and blew them at me. I giggled and did the same. I leaned forward, leaving a streak of bubbles on his nose. He smiled, and made himself a small beard out of them, and looked to me, "Y'know, I was thinking about what I'd look like with facial hair."
I laughed, "You'd look like an idiot."
"Well yeah, but at least when we go out, people will stop thinking I'm your son."
"I can't help it if you have a baby face."
"It is not a baby face!"
"It is."
He narrowed his eyes at me, and picked up his wine again, sipping then putting it back down, "It's in my genes."
"You're not wearing pants."
"Make a shitty joke like that again and I'm banning you from the tub."
"Water you gonna do?"
He picked up more bubbles and blew them at me again. I giggled like an idiot, hiccuping weirdly at the end, and he burst out in laughter, "What the fuck was that?!" We were both sent into fits of laughter and he eventually sighed, leaning his head back, "You know what? This might just be the best day of my life."
"You must have a sad life."
He chuckled, "Not since I met you."
It got quiet and I thought for a second before smiling, "Deacon, remember in Goodneighbor when we were at the Hotel Rexford, and we got a room, and Claire told us to have fun boning down," I paused in laughter before resuming, "A-And you said 'you too'."
He blushed, "Awh beans, why did you have to bring that up?! I change my mind; this is the worst day of my life."
I laughed childishly, and our bathroom door was opened. I saw Preston, and he smiled, "Hey, Deacon. Hey General, there's this settlement having a problem with some super mutants-"
"Preston! Get out!"
I reached over and slammed the door, and I heard his voice through the wall, "I'll mark it on your map!"
Deacon burst out in laughter, "And it's the best day ever, again."
