What Would've Happened

Picnic

"Angie? Angie, get up." Mac murmured gently. I groaned and rolled over.

"Not now, baby." I mumbled, pulling the blankets up.

"C'mon. Don't you wanna see where we're going?"

I sat up, running my eyes. I glanced at Mac. He was wearing a red shirt and blue...shorts?

"Babe, why're you wearing shorts?" I asked, confused.

"Cause we're going outside today. And it's kinda hot." He explained. "Now c'mon! Let's go!"

"Ok, ok. I'm coming." I mumbled.

"You already came earlier. Now let's go!" He ordered. He sounded pretty excited, despite making a dirty joke. I rolled my eyes and sat up.

...

"Mac, where the hell are we?"

We were driving somewhere. I dint know where, considering Mac blindfolded me.

"We're almost there, trust me." Mac stated. I heard the tires going over gravel, so I could only assume we were in the desert.

"You said that ten minutes ago." I pointed out. I was tempted to lift the blindfold, but Mac wanted to keep it a "surprise".

"Well I mean it this time." He retorted. I felt his hand gently grab my hand, and rubbed his calloused thumb over my knuckles. "I promise."

"Ok. But I'm getting hungry." I complained.

"Don' worry. You'll get food soon enough." He murmured. I nodded, and leaned my head against the window.

Moments later, we came to a stop. Mac cut the engine, and I unbuckled my seatbelt.

"Hold on." He ordered. Hopping out of the car, he slammed his door shut. I expected him to help me out. Instead, he opened the back door. I heard some shuffling, and the back door shut again.

"Mac?" I called. He didn't answer. I sighed and slouched in my seat, crossing my arms. "What the hell his he?"

After several minutes of waiting in the hot car, my door opened, making me jump.

"Ready for the surprise?" Mac asked excitedly.

"If you let me out of this car." I muttered, swinging my legs over the edge of the seat. Mac grabbed my hand, and me shoulder, steadying me.

"A'right, it's this way." He guided me over the rocks, occasionally turning me away from a bush. Finally, we stopped.

"Ready?" He asked. I could feel the excitement radiating off of him.

"Yeah." I answered, smiling. He must've done something pretty amazing to be this excited. I felt the blindfold being undone, and it fell from my eyes. The sunlight immediately assaulted my eyes. I shielded them, waiting for them to adjust to the bright light. A wind gusted by us, Mac's arm wrapped around my waist. When they did adjust, I opened them, blinking rapidly. I gasped, and covered my mouth.

A beautifully picnic was spread out before me. A simple red checkered blanket sat on the edge of a plateau, with a small glass vase full of pretty yellow and purple flowers. By the flower vase, a classic woven basket. On the basket was a note, with the name "Angie" printed on it. There was even a little heart on the i. Two porcelain plates were set up, each with a fork and knife beside them. A bucket sat off to the side, with a bottle of champagne sticking out of it. Two wine glasses sat in the top right corner of the plates.

"Mac... This is gorgeously!" I exclaimed. I glanced at Mac, who had a big smile on his face.

"Worth the wait?" He asked. I nodded, turning back to the picnic. It was situated on the edge of a plateau. The desert stretched out below us, even the small town we lived in. In the distance, the sun was sitting just over the horizon, waiting to set.

"Shall we eat? Before the salad gets hot?" Mac asked. I nodded, letting him lead me to the blanket. Mac sat down across from me, taking the basket. He took the note off the top, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"What's that note?" I ask, smiling. He smirked.

"You'll find out later." He stated. I rolled my eyes, watching as he pulled out a baggie of salad. He took out a pair of salad thongs, and served me. The salad was loaded with little goodies like tomato slices, shredded cheese and carrots, bits of ham and egg, and sunflower seeds.

"Dressing?" Mac asked, serving himself.

"Sure. What did you bring?" He took out two little packets, and handed me both. One was ranch, the other blue cheese. "I think I'll take the ranch." I stated, handing him the blue cheese packet back. I drizzled it over my salad, glancing at Mac. He was covering his salad with ranch as well.

Once the ranch was done, Mac grabbed the bottle of champagne. "Wine, my sweet?" He offered.

"Of course!" I exclaim, smiling at him. I handed him my wine glass, watching as he filled it halfway with the bubbly white wine. Then he handed it back, smiling. "Where'd you get the money for this anyway?" I asked, taking a sip of the tart juice.

Mac hesitated before answering. "Um...well, my dad has a bar. The Luna Mesa. And I asked if I could have this wine." He said, looking away like he was embarrassed.

"Well we should visit it one day. This wine tastes pretty good." I declared. "Cheers." I held my glass in the air, waiting for Mac to clink it.

"Cheers. To being the luckiest man alive." He stated, clinking glasses with mine. I smiled, blushing under the make up. I took another sip of the wine before eating my salad.

After salads were done, Mac pulled out a black container. When he opened it, steam emanated off of the spaghetti. It made my mouth water.

...

After the beautiful little picnic, we went home. At the house, Mac stopped me in the living room. He turned to me, and pulled the note out. Without looking at me, he turned around and went into the bedroom. Confused, I opened the note and began reading.

Angie,

Last night, I had a nightmare. We had a baby named Thomas. Unfortunately, he died the night we brought him home. Then later, we got a dog named Eddy. He made you smile. But one day, you went to the doctors office. Turns out, you had cancer. A few months later, you died in the hospital. And I turned back to the life of meth, raping women, and murder. It ended with me falling to my death.

Angie, I love you with all my heart. And I'm scared for your safety. I'd take a bullet for you. Without a doubt. I never, ever want to lose you. Or see you hurt. Or see you cry anything but tears of joy. I know I'm a lousy person for not telling you in person. But I just can't. I hope you understand.

I love you. Mac

I looked up, shocked. A baby?

I went into our bedroom, finding Mac sitting on the edge of the bed, face in his hands. He didn't look up when I came in, or even when I sat down next to him.

"Mac?" I murmured, rubbing his shoulder. He didn't respond, so I scooted closer. "Hon, please look at me." I begged. Reluctantly, he looked at me. His eyes were slightly puffy. I pressed against his side, snuggling close to him. "I love you." I murmured.

"I love you too, Angie." He mumbled, pulling me closer. He gave my head a small kiss. Then he rested his cheek on top of my head.

"I'm not going to die. Not till I'm old and grey."

"I know." I felt the top of my head getting wet. I sat up, pulling away. Tears were rolling down Mac's face, and he looked away in embarrassment. I took his face in my hands, making him face me. I leaned forward, kissing his thin lips. He kissed back, clutching the back of my head to keep me steady.

When we pulled away, I wiped the remaining tears away with my thumb pad. He smiled slightly, and placed his hands at my hips. I scooted over until I was straddled in his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, resting my hands on the back of his neck. I leaned back down, giving him a deep kiss, flicking my tongue against his lips. He groaned into my mouth, his tongue shoving past my lips.

"I love you Angie." He moaned, pulling me closer.

"I love you so much, Mac." I mumbled.

Forever and always.