"He should be fine, but he shouldn't speak for the next day or so." the doctor said, I smiled deviously.
"So I heard he was dancing?" She inquired.
Mycroft gave me a warning look.
"Yeah, well actually, high school musical was on and he's a big fan of the wildcats." I lied.
"Oh, well. Good to know." She said leaving.
I burst out laughing as soon as she left. Mycroft shook his head while smiling.
I took the remote from him and his mouth dropped.
"Netflix?"
He nodded. I picked our favorite movie and curled up with him, he put him arm around me. A few minuets in and he tapped my shoulder. I looked up at him, he pointed to his eye. Then he made a heart with his hands and pointed to me. I love you.
"I love you too." I said kissing his cheek. He smiled and we continued watching the movie.
"Wake up, love." Mycroft said shaking me lightly.
"I'm up." I lied.
"Come on, I have to explain what really happened."
"So you weren't dancing?"
"Oh, hush up." he laughed.
I got up and we left the hospital.
It was a quiet rude home, but a good quiet.
"I love you." he said.
"I love you too."
"Do you really?" he asked after a while.
"Yes."
"How much?"
"More then kanye west loves himself." I teased.
"That just isn't plausible!" he yelled laughing.
We arrived home and he walked around opening my door.
"Marry me." he said.
"Mycroft... I can't."
"Why not?"
