He took me to the movies, amusement parks, and all the places that couples can go, with a meal every three days, a bouquet of flowers every five days. I gradually fell in love under his steady and orderly offensive.
On the evening of the third month after they met, just as it got dark, he set off a box of fireworks on the beach.
Under the colorful sky, he confessed to me.
I didn't sleep all night. When Baron woke up and saw my dark complexion, he felt distressed. "Why do you look so bad? Did you not sleep well last night?"
"Yeah, I can't sleep." I admitted frankly, "Yesterday I suddenly remembered that I had a wrong template at the beginning of a proposal, and I was struggling to decide whether to delete it all and start over, or to correct the mistake."
He was confused and asked, "If we are going in the wrong direction, how can we still get positive results? Don't work too hard. Take a day off today and rest at home."
His phone rang.
Summer's sharp and detached voice came from the other end of the phone, "You bastard, you actually complained to my mother, you are a real bastard!"
Baron put the phone on speaker, threw it on the bed, and started changing his clothes.
"Aunt Alma asked me to take care of you, and I have an obligation to report to her. Summer, I warn you, you are not young anymore, I advise you to live a peaceful life and stop doing things."
"I have my own life too. I can't always be distracted to take care of you. If you keep making trouble, I'll ask Aunt Alma to take you back and look after you personally."
After hanging up the phone, he complained to me somewhat unhappily, "I'm tired of these trivial matters every day."
I don't think his annoyed attitude is fake.
The desire to break up has begun to waver.
He got dressed and was about to go out, and I called him, "Baron, do you like me?"
He stopped and looked at me with a smile, "What are you thinking? If I don't like you, would I stay with you for more than a year? If I don't like you, would I give you every penny I earn? If I don't like you, would you let me do whatever I want?"
"Then, shall we get married?" I closed my eyes and wiped away the tears.
He then realized that I was in a bad mood, but he didn't leave in a hurry. He sat next to me and asked, "What's wrong?"
I hugged his lower back and drew strength from his warm body.
"Nothing, I just want to start a family." I whispered.
"Okay."