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My fingers dialed his number without me having to look at the screen. I had it memorized like it was the back of my hand or the ice-cream man and his route.

The dial tone rang twice before he picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Christian... It's me."

"Who, Adele?"

"Alright, you can stop it with the sarcasm, Mr. Dvorak...."

"Let me guess, you want me to come over?"

"Yeah..."

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I was already on my way. I'll see you in a bit. See you soon, darling!"

And just like that, he hung up the call. After roughly a minute later, I heard the doorbell ring and I immediately ran down the stairs and opened the door to reveal a soaking wet Christian with a few bags in his hands.

"Honey, come in! You'll catch a cold, here, let me go get a towel..." I scurried off to the bathroom and grabbed for him a few fresh and warm towels.

The towels were still warm and toasty by the time I got to Christian, who thanked me, then grabbed his dry set of pajamas, and he hurried up to the bathroom to get changed.

When he got out of there and walked over to where I sat on the couch, I started to burst into laughter.

"What's so funny, darling?" Christian looked confused and I pointed at him.

"You're wearing Thomas the Train pajamas, you realize that, right?" I calmed down and I saw Christian starting to blush.

"Dammit, why did Mitch do this?"

"Did he do this or did you?"

"He knew that I was coming here, so he must've switched out my PJs...."

"Whatever you say, babe..."

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We were having a marathon of both "Boy Meets World" and "Friends" when I heard Christian sleep-talking next to me.

"Hmm, I do take Y/N to be my lawfully wedded wife..." I heard Christian mumble and immediately, my eyes widened.

"Christian wants me to be his wife? Aww, that was so adorable!" My mind wandered to thoughts about being married to Christian.

"Don't mind if I do..." I saw Christian smirk and he started to kiss the couch pillow.

"Christian. Christian Dvorak, wake up!" I tried to shake him awake, but he didn't wake up, causing me to get my phone out.

With the maximum volume on my phone, I started to play "Lush Life" by Zara Larsson, to which he almost right away woke up.

"What's going on?" He spoke sleepily, looking confused.

"You were sleep-talking, babe..." I held in my laughter, not wanting to make him angry.

"Uhh, what did I exactly talk about?" Christian blushed, scratching the back of his neck.

"I'll just say, we're now Mr. and Mrs. Christian Dvorak..." I smirked, crossing my arms and his jaw dropped open.

"Was I talking in my sleep about the wedding again?"

"Wait, what?"

Christian grabbed something from the bag and knelt down on one knee, "Will you, Y/F/N, do me the honors? Will you marry me?"

"Oh my god, Christian...Yes! Yes, I will absoulutely positively marry you!" My hands went up to my mouth and muffled my sobs but I choked out an answer anyways.

He slipped the ring on my finger gently and stood up, walking over to me and kissed me softly yet passionately as if we were the last two people on Earth.

"I will always be in love with you like Cory and Topanga, Y/N..."

"And I will always be in love with you like Rachel and Ross, Christian..."