I felt heat pool behind my eyes. I knew what he was doing but I could barely wrap my mind around it. I was dizzy with the surprise and the meaning of it, but all in the best way.
“You can’t.”
Mickey’s face dropped but I continued.
“You can’t propose now!” I grabbed Mickey’s large hands and pulled them close to my chest. “We’re already married. You can’t just go and flip the order around you jerk.”
Mickey started to chuckle, “Who says I can’t?”
“I dunno. Science or something. You can’t ask me to marry you when we’ve already been married for over a year.”
“Pish posh. I’ll ask you to marry me every year if I want to.”
I tilted my head back, laughing and laughing. I was so happy, so giddy on the whole thing. Once I caught my breath, I offered my right hand to him. He pulled the ring out of that pretty little box and slid it right where it belonged, the perfect complement to the ring I already had. Of course, it fit my finger perfectly.
“Besides,” Mickey looked at me with so much love and admiration in his eyes. “You deserve a real memory instead of some drunken blur to a chapel. You deserve the whole world, and I would give it to you if I could.
“But since I don’t have that kind of power, I hope you’ll settle for taking my name and all my love. And maybe we can have a real wedding, the kind where people get drunk and make life changing mistakes that work out better than it ever should have.”
Tears decided to make themselves known and began to trail down my face.
“Yes. Yes. A million times yes!” I threw myself at Mickey and proceeded to cover his face in kisses.
I truly have no idea how I got so lucky. Life with Mickey has been a bit of a rollercoaster, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. We were both fighters and could survive anything life threw at us.
Whether it was parenthood or a new job, a fight, or an unplanned baby. I knew that we would persevere.
We were warriors after all.
***The End***