Vintage Romance Novels (Photo credit: Stewf)
The sky glowed like Chlamydia. Watching the sun slide lazily across the sky was equally impressive. It’s orange tone highlighted the gold of the fall leaves.
I looked over at Miranda and texted, “Your my soulmate, my BFF”.
She texted back, “ty”.
We held hands, enjoying the crisp breeze, silently watching two crows fly off beyond the horizon. She stood up, taking in the view, the sequins of the words on her ass glinting in what remained of the sunlight. She was gorgeous. I decided I could wait not one min longer.
“Will u b my wife?” I texted, getting down on one knee.
She looked down at her phone and started to cry.
“ok,” she texted, the thin band of her pink thong showing at her waist, “Where my ring at?”
“I get paid on Fri,” I texted sincerely.
“I want a dress just like Kimye’s,” she texted again.
“U GOT IT,” I responded.
We cuddled for a few moments, when I remembered I had a casserole in the oven. We raced home together, roaring with glee, over the rolling hills to my cottage.
I poured some Chianti from a box into glasses. We sat by a crackling fire, waiting for the casserole to cool. The box said ‘Let stand 15 minutes’.
“Im so excited!!! :-) ” she texted, then changed her relationship status on FB. I dreamily imagined being her husband, all the venti half-caff mocha frappucinos we would enjoy together into our old age. I was happy. I had clearly done something right in this life.
The guy at the pawn shop was holding a sweet ring for me. I gave him my dad’s cufflinks, and told him I’d bring him another two hundred and some good weed for it on Friday. He agreed.
We ate the casserole. It was good. We cuddled on the couch, watching YouTube videos late into the evening. Around 11:30, I carefully uncurled her fingers from the iPad, turned off her phone, her laptop, disconnected her iPod, removed her Google Glass, and covered her gently in a blanket my grandma had crocheted.
In the morning, I decided we’d make the big announcement over dinner. We called ahead at Olive Garden, and invited the whole fam. We took the hybrid, and I wore my best dress shirt. Since Miranda was pregnant, she was having trouble finding a dress that fit.
“U R beautiful,” I texted.
She smiled at me and put on a blush pink dress with some jeggings. After a quick stop at Target, we were on our way.
They sat us near the bar, where we could all watch The Voice semifinals. Grandma tweeted votes on our behalf as we laughed and drank Bellini after Bellini. It was a magical night. After we finished our Tours of Italy and our celebratory Tiramisu, I stood up, Miranda’s hand squeezing mine.
“We’re getting married!” I announced loudly. Everyone was watching The Voice. They really love that Blake.
I texted, “We’re getting married!”
Our families gasped, smiled, and clapped. The greetings came pouring in.
“Good 4 U”
“Congrats”
“Finally! She’s about to pop!”
“Wait – where the ring at?”
Our happily ever after had finally begun. I couldn’t wait to start the next chapter of our lives. #blessed
