Boyfriend imagines and couple goals

Kids

You were bored. as usual. you were sitting in the school library as your boyfriend sat on the lounge next to you, working on maths equations that ruthlessly killed your brain cells off one by one.

As he wrote the answers, you flop back groaning, the boredom was going to be your cause of death. 

"Babe," you say "at my funeral, your to wear bright colours, ok"

"hm why are you dying though." he says, half listening to what you are saying

"because i'm so bored, my brain is bored and its just gonna fall into eternal sleep and i'll die" you state in a matter-of-fact tone. this causes y/bf to look up at you

"oh no no no no nooo we must fix that." he says as he lays his head on your tummy, moving your shirt to expose it blowing rasberries on it eliciting a giggle out of you. smiling he continues for a few minutes, and almost naturally, your hands find a way into his soft hair. 

humming quietly, he says " how many kids do you want, my love" 

"hmm.. (insert number of kids) i think." you say thoughtfully

"dammit" you hear him whisper causing you to let out a very soft "hmm?"

"i want like 50, so more.. you know.. fun time" he says, a pout growing on your face causing you to laugh loudly whilst blushing. it was times like this that you were glad you and the librarian were close. 

"Your silly bubba" you say smiling, 

"mmm i know, but your crazier" he says with a smile

" mhmm i know" you say  

in reality, deep down, you wouldn't mind 50 kids with y/bf, though giving birth would not be easy on anyone. and maybe you'll stick to your number which was much lower than 10