Queen Bee

June 2009 (1)

"Baby?" Marshall's gentle voice whispered as I recognized the familiar squeaking of our bedroom door being opened. "Baby, wake up." He whispered again, his careful footsteps slowly making their way towards my barely conscious body. "Come on, I got somethin' for ya." Perching himself directly beside me on the mattress, I allowed as a gentle hand ran through my hair. Earning a groan, I listened as he released a soft chuckle. "Baby, come on. I promise ya gon' like it." 

"Mm?" I hummed, slowly allowing my eyes to flutter open as they immediately fell upon his loving gaze. "What is it?" I asked, my voice sounding incredibly raspy and sleep deprived. 

He smiled. "Ya gotta sit up, come on." 

Sighing, my eyes closed themselves once more. "Baby-" 

He laughed, gently pulling on my shoulder as he began to force me upwards. "Come onn." He whined. "I promise I ain't wakin' ya up at nine am for nothin'." 

Complying with his demand, I lazily sat up, the palms of my hand roughly digging into my eyes as I tried my best to adjust them. "Fuck, it's nine? How'd the hell I sleep so late?" 

Another gentle smile tugged at his lips as he ran his hand over the back of my head, smoothing the inevitable mess I knew had been growing throughout the night. "Your body just needed it, I guess." Pushing a rush of air through my nostrils, an incredibly lazy laugh released itself. "Aight, you ready?" 

Nodding, I watched as he carefully began pulling a small black leather box from out of his jeans pocket. Immediately flying my hands over my gaping mouth, I gasped. "Is that my ring?!" 

He laughed. "Maybe. Open it." Handing me the box, I was quick to snatch it from his palm as I flung the lid open as fast as I could. 

"OH MY GOD!" I screamed, kicking my heels against the mattress as excited laughter began to roll from the pits of stomach. 

Laughing with me, he quickly looked down at the twenty carat, pear cut diamond that was beautifully set over two bands full of stones. "You like it?!" 

Nodding dramatically, I couldn't stop myself from staring at it. I always knew he was in the process of buying me a ring this entire month, but I had no idea when I would get it, or what it would even look like. "I love it! I love it! I love it!" I squealed, abruptly throwing my arms around his neck as I hugged him tightly. Quickly releasing him, I looked back down at my absolutely beautiful diamond. "Marshall, it's so fucking perfect, thank you so much." A wide smile painted across his face as I whipped my head back up towards him. "Here, put it on me, put it on me, put it on me." I demanded, handing him back the box as he gently tore the ring out from its foam holder. 

Essentially shoving my hand directly in his face, he laughed as he slipped the perfect fitting ring onto my finger. Quickly pulling my hand away to look, an involuntary squeal left my lips, earning myself yet another laugh. "Yo, I ain't ever seen you be so excited 'bout commitment in your life!"

I laughed with him. "'Cause shit's never been so perfect! This is why I always wanted to wait. I wanted to wait until everything was just right, and it finally is! Now I can be excited 'cause I know I'm makin' the right choice, I know we're makin' the right choice." I said genuinely, motioning my hand back and forth between the both of us. "And this time it's for real."

Smiling, he nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it is for real." Releasing another excited yelp, I threw my arms around him once more, crashing our bodies together as I forced us both to fall against the bed. Hysterically laughing together for a few moments, we finally settled down as I kept my arms tight around his neck, and he kept his tight around my torso. "So what kinda wedding you want, huh?" He asked, his playful and happy eyes refusing to leave mine.