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"Where are we going?" Chris asks you for the third time toying with one of your bracelets circling your slim tattooed wrist as you drive.
You take your eyes off the road just a moment to glance over at him and it is also hypnotizing. His huge brown eyes are offset by his currently lavender tresses, the intensity of the way he stares up at you like an excited child. You squeeze his hand and look back at the road before you manage to get lost in the caramel pools of his dark eyes. "Be patient. I told you it's a surprise."
He can't stop guessing though and it's unbelievably cute. You can not believe that you have been with this perfect creature for nearly three years now and it just keeps getting better. You recently moved in together in the off-season between tours and recording as you try to make more time for each other between his hectic schedule and your education. You say once you graduate college you want to take a year off to tour with him before finding a real job.
"Is it the zoo?" He asks breaking your train of thought.
You shake your head giggling as he been naming things for the last half hour. "Would there be a zoo this far out in the country?" You have long left civilization but that doesn't stop his creative mind as he drops your hand and runs his fingers up your thigh making you gasp at the shockwaves that ripple up your spine. You hope this feeling never leaves you.
"Is it a farm?"
"Maybe...."
"Is it a place with a petting zoo?" Chris asks eagerly. He's such an animal person given enough acres he would probably own one of everything legal in your jurisdiction.
"Should I have taken you to the Petco instead? I didn't know you needed to pet an animal so badly."
"I want to pet you." He growls stroking higher on your thigh and you take your foot from the gas for a moment.
"I am going to kill us if you don't start behaving."
He sticks out his tongue at you and looks out the window again. "Is it that place we went to ride horses last year?"
"Nope."
"Is it a place we can go hiking?"
"Not really."
"Is it a place with dogs?"
"I'm not sure."
"Just tell me already!" He whines and you finally cave.
"We are going to get pumpkins silly. Now can you control yourself?"
"Pumpkins!" He shrieks like an excited child pulling into Disney World- actually, you have seen him do this at Disney as well. He's adorable that way, the man-child that owns your heart.
"How many do you think we should buy this year?"
"We do have a truck...So as many as we can fit? Maybe make another trip tomorrow? How long are they open for? Maybe if we could get more people to meet us here and fill up their cars..."
"Ok, Pumpkin King." You laugh at his antics recalling old pictures when he was in his early twenties acting a fool at the pumpkin patch and little children stared on in wonder asking their parents if this is what adulthood was like. "You can get like four this year."
"25?"
"I said four. Where are you going to put them?"
"Everywhere." He said wistfully.
You park the car and you have already lost your boyfriend the moment the car stops as he runs towards the field. You want video of this for his social media. You dislodge a foldable wagon from the back of your truck and start chasing after him. Chris is already carefully accessing what is around him. You don't understand his methods as he lifts up pumpkins oggling them from weird angles, thumping at their sides, one he decided to see if he can stand on.
"Do you see anything that passes the test yet?" You ask rising to your toes and kissing his cheek.
"Those there. I have to look at what else they have."
"All these are keepers?"
"Yes. It's fine." He reassures you and takes off again.
You should have come earlier in the day you chuckle as you load what you can into the wagon. His ass better start pulling this around.
"Y/N! I like these over here too!"
He comes to help you drag the wagon, the load already about ten pumpkins. You had more last year than this so you know what to expect.
"Can we go pay for these before you load up again?" You ask. "I can stand here and mark the spot where you left off."
He leans in and embraces you tightly before taking off with the wagon.
Four refills later and possibly needing new shocks on your truck later, you make it back to your house where he unloads into the garage before taking you into his arms again. "It's still early. Let's hit up all the grocery stores."
You stare at him baffled. "Babe you already bought like twenty pumpkins."
"Twenty-eight. But think about it Y/N. We could fill the entire house! And the yard! And I have a great idea for a display for the porch!"
"We should have just moved into the pumpkin patch." You grumble but you adore his childlike enthusiasm. Hell, over fifty of his tattoos were pumpkin-related. "Ok, let's get you all the pumpkins in town."
"I'm driving." He announces running back to the truck.
It had been hours and you can't believe the sea of orange that fills your house. Every surface waiting to be a jack-o-lantern face peering back at you once he gets around to carving them all, and don't worry. He will.
Chris takes your hand and you walk around the house avoiding the piles of pumpkins and you head to the bedroom. "You want to watch some horror movies? I can make some snacks."
"Yes, please."
"I had a great day with you Y/N." Chris leans in and kisses you.
"I did too."
He starts to head off to the kitchen when you call after him.
"What are you bringing up for snack?"
"The pumpkin bread. Oh, and the rest of the pumpkin pie. And do I have any of the pumpkin spice latte left? Ooh, I could make pumpkin cookies."
You playfully close the door on him.