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“Let go find us a preacher, then you are a morgan darlin’”

"Well, i thought you liked me without a shirt on darlin’"

“I hope she likes this ring i done got for her….” // 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐍.

he’s leaning against the reader while standing. - credit to artist crimchys dm for removal

“Hello m’lady.” he said smirking at her a tad, he then picked her up bridal style.

"Oh we are more then ready my love." he blushed and tried to play it cool but he was beyond frustrated

“sour? i ain’t sour i’m worried… i ain’t wanna lose you the way i lost eliza and isaac….” he looked down at the ground, shoulders slumped.

"and i ain’t gonna leave ya either darlin, i love ya more than i could ever love myself… no kids yet… maybe in a few years?" he smiles softly and held her close, wrapping his strong arms around her. “my girl.”

"Ain’t that the truth darlin’ , what ya say after our weddin’ i take ya to them fancy movie places? hm?"

"I tried to get fancy up for my woman tonight."

“i told ya, i got some good taste darlin’”

“more then ever honey.~”

He lifted her up and carried her to the church. "Alright, Mrs. Morgan." He teased her a bit.

My girl <3 Ya make me happier than anyone alive.

i’m delighted to call you my wife! <3

now that sounds like a good life, but what about the gang? i ain’t want ya hurt my love

alright my love, but i will protect you at all cost

"I love her brown eyes"