I don’t need the relationship or the promises or the ring. It’d be nice, one day, maybe. But for now I mean it when I say I’m genuinely happy falling asleep on your chest once a week and waiting for you to grab my hand under the table. I like slowly falling for you and wondering how much you like me and drinking wine while I do my makeup before meeting you for dinner because I’m nervous. And I’m sure, one day, I’ll think about how I’m going to tell you I’m finally pregnant, but right now, I’ll take it when you accidentally call me baby.