Summary: Max discovers how much he enjoys referring to you as his future wife when you pretend to be engaged for fun one night.
Based on the song Marry You by Bruno Mars
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A gentle breeze flowed through your bedroom windows as the soft morning sun shone. Inhaling deeply, you turned to face the opposite side, away from the natural light that would disturb your slumber, but you were still sound asleep.
Your hand rested on your lover's back, who had tucked his hands underneath his own pillow while lying on his stomach, snoring softly.
You peeled your eyes open and looked at Max with a soft smile spreading across your face. Even after having the chance to wake up next to him every morning for the previous several years, you continued to cherish these early morning moments. It was as though time stood still at that very moment.
You lifted your hand to brush your fingers through his hair since it would always end up a tad too tangled in the mornings. However, as soon as you did, you noticed that the ring you typically wear on your index finger was now placed on your left hand's ring finger.
Furrowing your brows, you turned on your back with your left hand held in front of you. Your eyes narrowed as you sought to figure out why the ring was out of place.
Then, the memories came rushing back to you, causing your jaw to drop as a light chuckle left your mouth.
It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do
It started off with classic bar hopping. An activity you and Max had decided to take upon since you had a free evening with quite a few hours to spare.
Before you entered the first bar of the night, you turned to face Max and slipped a ring from your index to your ring finger. "How many free drinks do you think we can get if we say that we just got engaged?"
Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you
Max laughed at the way you wiggled your fingers to show off the ring. He wasn't opposed to the idea as it would definitely make the evening rather entertaining.
But he still shrugged, "I don't think people are going to buy the story, especially with that ring."
You looked down at it, now adorned on your ring finger. "What's wrong with it?"
Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice?
He held your hand in his while his thumb grazed over the thin band of white gold studded with lots of smaller diamonds.
"It's not engagement worthy, you know I will get you a much shinier ring."
You slapped his hand away, chuckling, "I know you will, but they don't need to know that." You nodded your head towards the door of the bar, hinting at the potential crowd behind it.
